'TWERE VAIN TO TELL THEE ALL I FEEL.

"TWERE vain to tell thee all I feel,
Or, say for thee I'd die—
Or, say for thee I'd die ;'

I find that words will but conceal,
What my soul would wish to sigh;
Ah well-a-day, the sweetest melody,
Could never, never, say one half my
love for thee.

Then let me silently reveal

What my soul would wish to sigh!

Thou'st often called my voice a bird's,
Whose music like a spell-
Whose music like a spell;

Could change to rapture e'en the words,
Of our slow and sad farewell.

But ah! well-a-day, the sweetest melody,

Could never, never, say one half my love for thee.

Then let me silently reveal,

What my soul would wish to sigh!

WHEN THY BOSOM HEAVES THE

SIGH.

WHEN thy bosom heaves the sigh,
When the tear o'erflows thine eye,
May sweet hope afford relief,
Cheer thy heart and calm thy grief.

So the tender flower appears,
Drooping wet with morning tears,
Till the sunbeam's genial ray
Chase the heavy dew away.

LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER

A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound,
To row us o'er the ferry.".

"Now who be ye, would cross Loch gyle,

This dark and stormy water?" "Oh, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this lord Ullin's daughter.

"And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together,

For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather.
"His horsemen hard behind us ride;
Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover ¿”
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,
"I'll go, my chief-I'm ready:
It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady:

"And by my word! the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry;
So, though the waves are raging white,
I'll row you o'er the ferry."

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.

O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries,
Though tempests round us gather;

I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father."

The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her,-
When, oh! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather'd o'er her.

And still they row'd amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing;

Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore:
His wrath was changed to wailing

For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade,

His child he did discover:

One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover.

"Come back! come back!" he cried, in grief,

"Across this stormy water;

And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!-O my daughter !"

'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore,

Return or aid preventing:

The waters wild went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting.

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.

GOD save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen!

O Lord, our God, arise,
Scatter her enemies,

And make them fall!
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On her our hopes we fix,
God save us all!

Thy choicest gifts in store,
Deign on our Queen to pour,
Long may she reign:
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart-applause,
God save the Queen!

O Lord, her Consort bless,
Grant him in happiness,
With her to reign'