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""v:" Oh! cast thou not" X
. y Affection from thee 1 In .this bitter world,
'-'Hdld.to thy heart that only treasure fast. (
JWatcb,"guard it; suffer not a breath to dim
The bright gemVpurity.t . t '
If thou hast crushed a flower, ,
, The root may not be bTishted:
If thou hast quenched a lamp, fc
Once more iVmay be lighted :- - f5j t
The string which thou hast broken, -Shall
never in sweet sound again
Give to thy touch a token.
If thou has looseH a bird,
Whose oice of song could cheer thee,
Still, still he may be won
From the skies to warble near thee;
But if upon the troubled sea
Thou hast thrown a gem unheeded,
Hope not that wind or wave shall bring
The treasure back, when needed.
If thou hast bruised a vine,
The summer's breath is healing,
And its clusters yet may grow,
Through the leaves their bloom revealing.
But if thou hast a cup o'erthrown,
Witli a bright draught filled, oh! never
Shall earth ghe back that lavished wealth,
To cool thy parched lips' fe er.
The heart is like that cup ;
If thou waste the love it bore thee;
And like that jewel gone,
Which the deep will not restore thee;
And like that string of harp or lute,
Whence the sweet sound is scattered.
Gently, oh ! gently touch the chords,
So soon for ever shattered.
Two gentlemen in dispute, reflected upon
each other's veracity. One of them re-
plied, that he never was whipt but once by
his father, and that was for telling the truth.
"I believe then (retorted the other) "that
irutn was whipt out of vouffoii vou have
never spoken it since.'
From the U. S. Military 'and Naval Magazine.
RECOLLECTIONS OF A SAILOR.
Raising ffie icind. On the 3rd of Janua-
ry 183..., a party of; petty officers and sea-
men, from the Ujiited States ship L. . . .,
lying at the Falkland Islands, landed, equip-
ped with ship's muskets, slugs, powder and
ball, to kill any and every thing of the
game kind that -might come in, their way :
and fine sport they might hayeESd, -if so
inclined "but such amusements are seldom
relished by sailors. A'.few random shots
were at first fired at some unfortunate buz-
zards and penguins : but: in a short time.
.the muskets wrere thrown aside, and their
nrairoojecjgiyen up. now to raise some
rum was theprimary consideration. Sai-
lors are too partial td this article : perhaps
the relish arises from being so long denied
the use of spirits, except the regular ration
allowed by law. If they -were allowed it
ad libitum, some woulcRiever be sober, and
others, again, would never, perhaps, taste it ;
therefore, the very best regulation that
could Jbe made respecting spirits, on board
our public vessels, is the one now in force.
Jl had strolled some distance from the men,
and seated -myself on. a knoll had for
gotten the Falkland islands, the L , and
everyother object connected with my situa-
tion. Tt was a moment when the mind
seems capable of calling up scenes of past
joy or suffering, and concentrating them
into a small focus. But I was not long suf-
fered to dwell upon the past or future, I
was soon accosted by Bill S ns, the signal
quarter-master, with, " Well ! what's run-
ning the gauntlet in your head, now?
Thinking of home, eh ? Perhaps a sweet-
heart in the case ? All very natural. I've
had my head stowed with such stuff, once,
but, thank God, those davs are over."
" Noj Bill, I am not in love, but on fan-
cy's wings. I was far from these cold,
bleak islands, revelling among the scenes
of my childhood, in the bosom of my dear
native state. Such thoughts, you know,
will usurp the breast."
" Yes, yes all right, I suppose all na-
tural enough don't know much about fan-
cy or her wings. I have been thinking how
we are to raise the wind."
"I am sorry, Bill," I replied, "that
such things occupy so much of your thoughts.
Were it not for that one failing, you would
be a better and a happier man."
" Well, perhaps I might but at present,
I don't want a sermon. You know I do my
duty j and who can be unhappy in the L ?
However, I have been thinking to some
purpose, this time ; so just take off that jacket
of jours, and I'll show you how. it's to be
done. I reckon you calculated on a second
mate's birth, when you had it made. De-
vilishly mistaken, though, I guess flush
fore and aft, like a barber's razor strop."
j. iic juuivct wua u. very iiue singie-Dreasiea j
one. I am a seamen of the new school,
and I am as particular in the cut o'f my
jacket, as I would be in the model of my wife.
I took it off, and in a few minutes, S ns
had sewed three uniform buttons on each
sleeve, the same number under each poc
ket, and one on each side of the collar.
"-Now put it on, and let me see what sort
of a looking officer you'll make."
- I laughed and did so. By this time, some
more of the men had gathered around us,
and S ris, who took the lead in every thing, '
complimented me on my officer-like "ap-
" No thanks to the secretary for your ap-
pointment, eh ? ' That's more than many
would have ;done "foryou, eh ? He has
been cut out for an officer, "but-spoiled in
the make." -'
This raised a laugh, an5ll eyesjwere
turned upon me. I knew tiiere was some,
plot in their heads, bjorymy soul, I could
form no more idea of itj than the man in
the moon. I was not long suffered to re-
main in suspense. S ns stated that the
schooner in the inner harbor had some ex-. -cellent
spirits on boar,d, but that a strict
order had been given by our captain to the
master of her, to sell noneof it to any but
officers. This I knew to be" "the case, 'and . ,.
our first lieutenant .jnfrdenlihat.no liquor
could be obtained.-elsewhere, allowed a
number of mento go -on shore every day ;
and the motive for creating me an officer,
(for what my relative rank was I never
could ascertain) was to "whip the devil round
the stump," and purchase six gallons of
New England rum from the Yankee cap-
tain. A whaleboat onthe beach was launch-
ed, that had been frequently used by our
officers and crew, on their shooting excur
sions, and we well knewtnat seeing us in
that boat, would create no surprise on board
the schooner. She was qnickly manned by
S ns, and four- other smart fellows as
ever pulled an oar, and I was carried and
put on her stern sheets. I could not res-
train my risible faculties to save my life.
" Yes, you may laugh while you are on
this side of the point ; if you do after that,
and spoil as good a plan as ever was laid,
a ball of rope-yarn never got half the kicks
that will be yours."
We reached the schooner, and the mate
handed me the main-ropes to ascend the"
sides bv : but I neveFApde such an effort
to suppress laughterrasT was compelled to
do when S ns and the rest of the boat s
crew touched their hats to me, on leaving
the boat. The master of the schooner wa
on the deck, and ready to receive me with
all respect due to one of my rank and pre-
tensions I was ushered into the cabin,
crackers, cheese, wine, and brandy placed
on the table, to which I did ample justice.
In the course of conversation, I stated my
wants to the master, six gallons of your
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