Cheer up! cheer up! my own Jeannette, though far away I go, In all the changes I may see, I’ll be the same Jeannot; And if I win both fame and gold, ah! be not so unkind, To think I could forget you in the home I leave behind. There’s not a lady in the land, and if she were a queen, Could win my heart from you, Jeannette, so true as you have been; They must have gallant warriors, chance has cast the lot on me, But, mind you, that this soldier, love, must no deserter be. But, mind, &c. Why, since the world began, the surest road to fame, Has been the field where men unknown might win themselves a name. And well I know the brightest eyes have all the brighter shone, When looking at some warrior bold return’d from battles won. And you’d put an end to deeds which ladies love so well, And have no tales of valor left for history to tell; The soldier’s is a noble trade, Jeannette, then rail no more, Were only kings themselves to fight, there’d be an end to war. Were only kings, &c. Isle of Beauty. 59 Shades of ev’ning close not o’er us, Leave our lonely bark awhile, Morn, alas! will not restore us, Yonder dim and distant isle; Still my fancy can discover, Sunny spots where friends may dwell, Darker shadows round us hover, Isle of beauty, fare thee well. ’Tis the hour when happy faces Smile around the taper’s light, Who will fill our vacant places? Who will sing our songs to-night? Through the mists that float above us Faintly sounds the vesper bell; Like a voice from those who love us, Breathing fondly, fare thee well. When the waves are round me breaking, As I pace the deck alone, And my eye in vain is seeking Some green leaf to rest upon: What would I not give to wander, Where my old companions dwell; Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of beauty, fare thee well! Woodman Spare that Tree. 60 Copied by permission of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Woodman, spare that tree Touch not a single bough, In youth it shelter’d me, And I’ll protect it now; ’Twas my forefather’s hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy ax shall harm it not.