voyage he vowed he'd live ashore the rest of his days, to be clear of all sorts o' devilry. Whether it didn't agree with him or not, I can't say, but he knocked off the hooks in a short time altogether, and left young Jack the most of his arnings, on the bargain of hailing by his name ever after. 'Twas a joke the men both in the Mary Jane and the old Rajah got up, when the story was told, to call the cook Dido Moonlight, because, after all, 'twas the death of him: and when Jack shipped with the rest of us here aboard of the Rajah, having seen Dido to the ground, why, all hands christened him over again Jack Moonlight; though to look at him now, I daresay, sir, you wouldn't well fancy how such things as black Jack's face and moonlight was logged together, unless the world went by contrairies!" MOONLIGHT MEMORIES. BY B. SIMMONS. I. They say Deceit and Change divide The empire of this world below; That, whelm'd by Time's resistless tide, Love's fountain ebbs, no more to flow. Dawn-brow'd MADONNA, deem not so, While to my truth yon Moon in heaven I loved thee by, so long ago, Is still a faithful "witness" given! II. All brightly round, that mellow Moon Rose o'er thy bright, serene abode, When first to win thy smiles' sweet boon My tears of stormy passion flowed. Where Woodburn's larches veil'd our road, I sued thy cheek's averted grace, And, while its lustre paled and glowed, Drank the blest sunshine of thy face. III. And when the darkening Fate, that threw Its waste of seas between us, Sweet, With refluent wave restored me to The soundless music of thy feet, How wild my heart's delighted beat, Once more beneath the mulberry bough, To see the branching shadows fleet Before thy bright approaching brow! IV. Then rose again the Moon's sweet charm, Not in her full and orbéd glow, But young and sparkling as thy form That moved a sister-moon below. The rose-breeze round thee loved to blow-- Blue Evening o'er thee bent and smiled-- Rejoicing Nature seemed to know, And own, her wildly-gracious child. V. Forth came the Stars, as if to keep Fond watch along thy sinless way; While thy pure eyes, through Ether deep, Sought out lone Hesper's diamond ray, Half shy, half sad, to hear me say, That haply, mid the tearless bliss Of that far world we yet should stray, When we have burst the bonds of this. VI. Too short and shining were those hours I loved, enchanted, by thy side! Hoarding the wealth of myrtle-flowers That in thy dazzling bosom died. Sweet Loiterer by Glenarra's tide, Dost thou not sometimes breathe a prayer For Him who never failed to glide At eve to watch and worship there? VII.