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THE DREAMER.

BY URIAH H. JUDAH.

A poor seamstress, after having toiled from / meted out;—but hark again; her dream is the rising of the sun to the hour of midnight, not yet ended :seeks for rest on her pallet of straw. Her eyes,

" And, yet, I dreamwet with continual weeping at the conscious Dream what? Were man more just, I might have been ness of her miserable portion in life, and the How strong, how fair, how kindly and serene,

Glowing of heart, and glorious of mein. increasing sorrows still awaiting, soon become

The conscious crown to nature's blissful scene closed in slumber, and she dreams, – but of in just and equal brotherhood to glean, what?-that a change for the better will be With all mankind, exhaustless pleasure keen;

Such is my dream. wrought in her condition ? No: Hark! she Epeaks

The ways of Providence are indeed beyond « Not in the laughing bowers,

conception. Where, by green twining elms, a pleasant shade, Here is one of the feminine sex, delicately At summer's noon is made;

and nicely fashioned in the image of her God, And where swift,footed hours Steal the rich breath of the enamored flowers,

possessed of every virtue that would adorn huDream I. Nor where the golden glories be,

manity, in the very flower of womanhood, with At sun-set, laving o'er the flowing sea,

an intellect highly cultivated, and of feelings the And to pure eyes the faculty is given,

most refined and sensitive, dragging out a most To trace the smooth ascent from earth to heaven.

wretched existence, toiling on, and toiling on, « Not on the couch of ease,

without hope and without comfort, going to With all the appliances of joys at hand;

her midnight repose, ahungered and heartSoft light, sweet fragrance, beauty at command, Viands that might a god-like palate please,

broken, shivering in the severity of winter in And music's soul-creative ecstacies

her thin and tattered garments of summer, Dream I. Nor gloating o'er a wide estate,

and soiling her work with the bitter tears as Til the full, self-complacent heart elate, Well satisfied with bliss of mortal birth,

they fall from her red and swollen eyes.Sighs for an immortality on earth.

Great God! while this poor and afflicted lady

is thus care-worn and poverty-stricken-thus " But where the incessant din Of iron hands, and roar of brazen throats,

tortured and desolate - how many villains Join their unmingling notes;

throughout the land are basking in the sunWhile the long summer day is pouring in,

shine of plenty, and revelling on the spoils Till day is done, and darkness doth begin,

wrested from honest industry! How many Dream I-or in the corner where Ilie, Ou winter nights, just covered from the sky;

are rolling in their carriages, clad “in purple Such is my fate, and barren as it seem,

and fine linen,” at the expense of the widow Yet,-thou blind, soulless scorner,-yet I dreanı !"

and orphan, and boasting of their riches, and The time has been when this poor and suf | their honor, and their character!-But again fering mortal was surrounded with affluence,

our dreamer speaks :and with joy, and when friends innumerable “ And, yet, I dreamwere at her command; but such is the uncer

1, the despised of fortune, lift mine eye, tainty of human happiness, that the occupant

Bright with the lustre of integrity,

In unappealing wretchedness on high, of the stately mansion of to-day, may, on the And the last rage of destiny defy; morrow, be sheltered by the hovel of indigence, Resolved, alone to live-alone to die, or be a homeless and weary wanderer, without

Nor swell the tide of human misery." friends, without fortune, without the favor of Cheerless poverty is the lot of thousands of the great.

estimable beings, whose only crime is, that Our dreamer has thus been subjected to the / when the storms rage, and the hill-tops are vicissitudes of life, having fallen from the en- whitened with snow, they have no roof to sheljoyment of the luxuries of wealth to the hum-ter them from the pitiless blasts of the winds ble and dependant condition of a daily toiler, of winter-no place to flee to for safety or for for the miserable pittance, which is so miserly succor. And yet, it has, and will be so, from

VOL. 1.

* Man's inhumanity to man

generation to generation. Ay! until the end hand - the most beautiful specimen of His of time. Rascality, and ignorance, and impu- workmanship-should arrive at such a climax. dence, have prospered and fared sumptuously, Framed by the Almighty in a gentle mould, while virtue, and talents, and moral worth, and fashioned with more fragile limbs, man nave walked barefooted, and in a starving should guard her with vigilant and unceasing state of abject wretchedness.

care, and trample not on the sweetest flower Have prospered ! - Ay! in this life, to all of the field. The poet has eloquently conappearances; but there will yet come a day of veyed the idea that, reckoning, when their plunderings will be of no avail; when they will be deprived of their

Makes countless thousands mourn." trappings of vanity, and when that justice will be awarded to them which they have withheld Ah! how much greater and more afflicting from others.

has been his “inhumanity" to woman, and Dreamer! I would rather take thy place,

how many bitter tears has it caused to be shed and thy chance for eternal felicity in the king

in secrecy and in silence! How many graves dom of God, on that final day, when the hearts

of excellent ladies would now be tenantless, of all will be opened for inspection, than to and how many lacerated hearts would cease possess the filthy gold of thy oppressors.

to bleed, had more kindly feeling been exerIf thou shiverest on the cold and uncovered

cised toward helpless and dependent-loving floor of thy solitary chamber, at the hour of

and confiding woman! midnight-if thou art starving, and gradually

Life is but a dream, from which the slumdying of wretchedness and woe-if thou art

bers of death will arouse us to a consciousness weary of the cares of life, and long to sink

and a realization of its sad or happy realities. down into the tomb—thou hast the conscious

There are others beside our poor seamstress ness of reflecting that thy soul is untainted,

that are dreamers--that are slumberers in this and thy character uncontaminated.

“ valley of tears”--that dream of riches and of Though clouds to-day darken the earth and

honors which will never be theirs-of length spread an increased gloom around thy path

of years and of unchanging bliss. But who way, to-morrow they may be dispelled by the

dreams of the injustice that is roaming in our glorious luminary, as he welcomes in beauty

midst—of the groans of anguish around-of and in splendor the rising morn. True, thou

the sorrows of the child of poverty-of the art an orphan, and deprived of a father's pro

hundreds who go supperless to bed-of the tecting care, and a mother's enduring love

empty tables about-of the shrieks of distress but “our Father who art in heaven” will not --of the pains of sickness-of the blighted desert his worthy children, and will extend his

hopes of the dying ? bounties to those who regard his mandates.

“Ah, little think the gay licentious proud, True, the shades of eve have descended many Whom pleasures, power, and affluence surround; a time and oft on this corrupted world, and

They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth,

And wanton, often cruel riot, waste; thou without thy “daily bread,” while others

Ah, little think they, while they dance along, have been fattening on thy toil, and that of How many feel, this very moment, death, those like thee. She speaks again-list, reader

And all the sad variety of pain!
How many sink in the devouring flood,

Or more devouring flame! How many bleed, " And, yet, I dream

By shameful variance betwixt man and man!" Dream of a sleep where dreams no more shall come, My last, my first, my only welcome home!

Who cares for our heart-broken dreamer? Rest, unbeheld since life's beginning stage,

While others are enjoying the sweet sunshine Sole remnant of my glorinus heritage,

of heaven, she is enclosed within her dreary Unalienable, I shall find thee yet, And, in thy soft embrace, the past forget!

and forsaken abode, deprived of the pure air Thus do I dream."

so requisite to health, and every stitch she takes

brings her nearer and yet nearer to the tomb When I think of the countless sorrows which that beautiful and placid repose of blasted have fallen to the female portion of created hopes and abject misery. mortality-when I ponder on the manifold Her tomb!--the tomb of that dreamer.--trials which have been encountered by women Ah! when she yields her last breath in her since the first-formed of her race-1 drop a poverty-stricken garret, who will then comfort tear of pity, that the noblest formation of His her, when her soul raves round the walls of its

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clay tenement? Who smooth her passage to grow dim, and the moon go down in peerless the mound as it opens to receive the spirit's splendor. See, lady, see! yon golden harbinlearings? Who will hie to her sepulchre at ger of day has ushered in the morn, and the the still and pensive hour of eve, and bid the laborer is hastening to his toil. Wilt arise, nightingale--sweet bird of song-chaunt a re- and partake of thy scanty meal, and then ply quium to her departed soul? And, when the thy needle with renewed vigor ? lovely flowers of summer-the rose and the She hears me not! Her dream is ended-iv lily-shall perfume other graves with their rich hath no further change; she sleeps that sleej est fragrance, who will bid them blossom on which knows no waking. When the last lin her turf?

gering star was lost on the brow of day, and The author of this truthful record of female the ever-active' luminary of heaven was burstsufferings, purports not to decry wealth, or to ing through the clouds, and imparting a matcharray the poor against the rich in enmity of less beauty to the sky, she—that afflicted child that condition of affluence which cannot be of sorrow-yielded up in pristine purity, withattained by all. When riches are rightly out a murmur, or a groan, her noble immorbestowed on the kindly heart and the liberal | tality unto the God who gave it. . As the porhand-on those, who have " a tear for pity, tals of heaven sprang open, “kindred spirits” and a hand open as day to melting charity'- were calling her HOME, in the sweetest strains they become in their exercise a blessing to so of celestial harmony. Reader! As the last ciety, and confer, like "the quality of mercy," sound of that heavenly music fell on the ear a twofold benefit

of one who had drank deep of the cup of bit"No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears,

terness, it cheered her amid the feebleness of No gem, that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears, the dying hour, and gilded with Hope her pathNor the bright stars, which night's blue arch adorn, I way to the tomb: Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre, as the tear that breaks,

« Come, come, come! For other's wo, down Virtue's manly cheeks."

Long thy fainting soul hath yearned Dreamer! Awake! oh, awake from thy slum

For the step that ne'er returned;

Long thy anxious ear hath listened, bers, and cast thy eyes toward Heaven, and

And thy watchful eye hath glistened, fold thy hands in prayer.—"Give us this day

With the hope, whose parting strife, our daily bread.” One by one hath the glo

Shook the flower-leaves from thy life

Now the heavy day is done, rious lights of night faded from my view, for I |

Home awaits thee, wearied one! have outwatched the stars, and seen their fires

Come, come, come!"

THE AUTUMN WINDS.

BY MISS M. E. WOOD.

The Autumn winds are sighing a requiem for the dead, .
For the bright, sweet flowers faded, and lovely songsters fled,
For the warm and merry sunshine that danced upon the breast
Of the lakelet in the valley where the snowy lillies rest.

The Autumn winds are sighing for the voices hushed and mute,
For the gently murmuring fountain with lones of spirit-lute,
For the laughing, limpid streamlet, as it roamed through vale and bower,
Making music for the fairies as they slept in bud and flower.

The Autumn winds are sighing a dirge for summer gone,
And every pale and trembling leaf joins in the plaintive moan,
A solemn strain they are whispering, methinks I hear them say,
“Thus earthly hopes, like summer leaves, must quickly pass away ”

PASSAGE OF THE STRAITS OF GIBRALTAR.

A FEW LEAVES FROM THE LOG BOOK OF A VOYAGEUR.

RY C. EDWARDS LESTER.

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Captain died in the midst of his triumph putting the finishing stroke to the power of England, who was already "mistress of the seas." It was yet early morning, but on our bow we could distinctly see the rugged mountains of two continents rising, black, jagged from the sea, almost locking their giant arms, as though they had been burst asunder by some terrible convulsion, leaving a narrow space of less than twelve miles for the world's commerce in all ages to pass.

Long before the sun rose, we could see his herald light kindled on those bald mountains, as though their tops had been lit up with bea

con fires. ahead! After toss. As morning came on, and the clouds rolled ing about five weary off, we saw the entire outline of the European weeks on the ocean, and African coasts, with their bold projecting and longing, day af headlands and lofty mountains, rising peak ter day, once more above peak, far into the main land+the coasts to see the waving approaching each other at the Straits like the trees and the green sides of a triangle-seeming like the fabled earth, we were waked giants of antiquity, marching up on either side yesterday morning, for battle. by the joyful cry of While we stood on the bow, gazing, with a

"land ahead!” which feeling never before awakened, upon this grand rang merrily from the mast-head to the cabin scene so new to us, and so rich in our recollecbelow. We dressed ourselves "wi’ right gude tions of the Ancient World, midway between will,” and hastened on deck, to unite in the “the Pillars of Hercules," the glorious sun, general jubilee held on board every vessel,

« Like God's own head," when, after a long voyage, she makes the main land.

rose up from the calm waters of the MediterOur noble ship, which had outrode the storms, ranean, casting a flood of light upon an ocean, and borne us safely over that vast ocean which a sea, and the mountains of two continents. now rolls between us and our sweet homes, As we sailed on, we saw more and more seemed herself to partake of the general glad- clearly the little villages along the margin of ness; and under a fresh breeze from the bold the sea on the Spanish coast, and in the backSpanish coast, which lifted its rugged bluffs ground green vineyards, with tiny peasant cotover the sea, with all her canvas swelling to tages scattered among them, rising in sweet the wind, she dashed the bright waters from terraces far up the hills; while on the African her bow as she ploughed her path up to the side the bald mountains frowned down on us Straits.

without a tree or shrub or green thing, from On our left lay the scene of Nelson's great the dark-fronted cliffs that beetled over the victory of Trafalgar, where that illustrious sea, to the sharp peaks in the distance covered

with snow, but still all in a sublimity of group- and time-worn walls disclose the history of the ing I never saw equalled. We all felt it an past, what tales of reckless daring, of wild amera worth remembering.

bition and of deadly strife, might they not unBut we waited with deeper interest to catch fold! The walls along the water-side and the the first sight of the Rock of Gibraltar, and whole surface of the mountain around, are when we saw this impregnable fortress, which bristling with cannon, while others in long has played so grand and gloomy a part in the dark rows are looking out from galleries which world's history, we felt compensated for our have been blasted from the solid rock one thoulong voyage. There it stood, a huge rock, rear- | sand feet above the level of the sea. The exing itself fifteen hundred feet above the sea, cavations made by the British in the northas it stood ages ago, when washed by the waves ern end of the Rock are equalled by few labors of the deluge. It has looked down on empires of ancient or modern times. A passage of half lost and won, and felt the shock of navies in a mile in length and eight or ten feet square is battle—it has been scathed by the lightnings blasted through the solid rock. It is about thirty of heaven, but it has itself remained unchanged. feet from the outer surface, and at a short dis

But a word of description : " The Rock of tance from each other are side-cuts, with chamGibraltar is fourteen hundred and seventy feet bers, where are from one to six guns with large high, and is composed of grey limestone, divi- | piles of cannon balls near them. The main ded by perpendicular fissures, filled with calca- passage communicates, by means of spiral reous concretions, containing an immense staircases through the large halls, with other quantity of bones and shells. Many of the galleries above and below. There are also vast former belong to different sorts of deer, none of magazines, filled with the munitions of war. which are at present found in Europe. The It is computed that these excavations, will contown of Gibraltar lies near the northern extrem- tain fifteen thousand men !" ity of the Rock. Next, south of this, are the I never conceived an idea of such impregnaparade ground and public garden, and still ble strength from any other fortification. You farther south is Point Europa, where many of know we are apt to be disappointed when we the officers of the garrison reside, and having see objects and places which have been often more the appearance of an English than a described by the enthusiasm of travellers, but Spanish town. The western declivity of the it was not so in this case. For I think had I Rock is mostly covered with loose broken frag- never seen or heard of Gibraltar before, my ments of limestone, among which herds of goats impressions of it would have been the same. clamber about, feeding on the numerous wild | This vast Rock is almost a complete island, shrubs and plants which grow there. The since it is united with the main land only by eastern side, which descends to the Mediterra- a narrow strip of low sandy beach, which is nean, and the southern end, are mostly precip- undermined the whole distance, and can at a itous cliffs. The northern extremity is a lofty moment's notice be blown into the air, thus perpendicular wall, while the summit of the cutting off all communication 'with the contiRock, along its whole extent, is a sharp waving nent. So completely guarded is every pointridge, higher at each end than in the middle. so impossible to conquer is Gibraltar. And This outline of the summit has been compared here in form to a bull--the northern bluff being

" That power whose flag is never furled, taken for the towering neck and head, with

Whose morning drum beats round the world," which, as if in fighting attitude, this giant monster bids defiance to the world. On the has planted her Lion and flung out her Unicorn side of the Rock, just above the town, is an old in defiance to the world. Moorish castle, which for a thousand years has We sailed by the Rock under a gentle breeze withstood the warring of the elements and the from the west, and by three o'clock we had shock of arms, and may yet for centuries to left the Straits behind us. We hoped to have come, look down upon the changing and event- heard the morning or evening gun from Gibralful scenes in the drama of empires lost and tar, but we knew we should be too far from WOR which shall be enacted there. What a the Rock at sundown. But while we were strange and varied succession of kings and mourning over our disappointment, and gazing heroes had in ages past contended unto death on the Rock in the distance, we saw the white to gain possession of that ancient tower, or to smoke slowly curling up its sides, and in a few repel invading foes! And could these battered / moments the thunder of cannon came booming

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