THE SOLDIER AND HIS DOG.

A POETICAL SKETCH.

BY T. K. HERVEY.

THE warrior youth and his dog are come
Where the banner of war is unfurled,-

It had eat from his hand, in his mother's home,
And had followed him through the world.—
The friends of his heart, in its morning pride,
Have fled from the gloom of his morrow;

And his dog is all that stands by his side,
Since he has but his sabre and sorrow!

He had doted too well on those perishing things, And wept over them long, as they past,

Till, one by one, they had made themselves wings,

Save woman and she went, last!

So, he wiped from his father's sword the stain,

And the weakness from his heart,

And hied him away to the battle-plain,

-But, his dog would not depart !

He has slumbered beneath a moonless sky,
While his friend has watched around,
And soothed, with its tongue, the agony
Of each-save the spirit's-wound.
And its faith has been as a gentle dew,
Shed sweetly and silently,—

Oh! were the maid of his soul as true,
How fair a thing were she!

And now, amid the battle's strife,

He flings his sword away,

And, as he marks its ebbing life,

Weeps—as a soldier may !

-Tears that become the warrior, more

Than all the weak ones given

To her the darker, that she wore

The livery of heaven!

IRREGULAR ODE, ON THE DEATH OF

LORD BYRON.

BY THE REV. C. C. COLTON.

“ Σεῖο Βίρων ἔκλαυσε ταχὺν μόρον Αὐτὸς Απόλλων.”

MOSCHUS.

WE mourn thy wreck ;-that mighty mind

Did whirlwind passions whelm,

While wisdom wavered, half inclined
To quit the dangerous helm ;-
Thou wast an argosy of cost,
Equipped, enriched in vain,

Of gods the work-of men the boast,
Glory thy port, and doomed to gain

That splendid haven, only to be lost!

Lost, e'en when Greece, with conquest blest,

Thy gallant bearing hailed ;—

Then sighs from valour's mailed breast,

And tears of beauty failed;