Why should we mourn his loss? This is no home for the weary spirit. Earth has nothing to satisfy the immortal mind; but, with a reach after higher and holier things, it struggles to be away, satisfied only when roaming free through the wide expanse of Eternity. * * * * * FAREWELL! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER, A BALLAD—WRITTEN BY LORD BYRON. MUSIC COMPOSED BY J. DODSLEY HUMPHREYS. _Philadelphia_: John F. Nunns, _184 Chesnut Street_. [Illustration: musical score] Farewell if ever fondest prayer for others’ weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft, but waft thy name beyond the sky. ’Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh, Oh more than [Illustration: musical score continued] tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt’s expiring eye, Are in that word farewell. Are in that word farewell, farewell, When wrung from guilt’s expiring eye, Are in that word, are in that word farewell. These lips are mute, these eyes are dry, But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought, the thought that ne’er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel, I only know we lov’d in vain. I only feel farewell, I only feel farewell, farewell, I only know I loved in vain, I only feel, I only feel farewell. * * * * * Sports and Pastimes. ANGLING. The prevailing attributes and domestic economy of fishes may be described as exactly the reverse of those of birds. These gay and airy creatures possess the power of surveying distinctly, at a glance, an immeasurable extent of horizon; their acute perception of sound appreciates all intonations, and their glad voices are exquisitely skilled in their production. Though their bills are hard, and their bodies closely covered by down and feathers, they are by no means deficient in the sense of touch. They enjoy all the delights of conjugal and parental affection, and perform their incumbent duties with devotedness and courage. They cherish and defend their offspring, and will sometimes even die in their defence; and of all the wonderful labors of instinctive art, none is so beautiful as the formation of their mossy dwellings. With what deep and continuous affection does the female brood over her cherished treasures!—how unwearied is the gallant male in his tender assiduities, and with what melodious love does he outpour that rich and varied song by which he seeks to soothe her sedentary task! “Over his own sweet voice the stock-dove broods!”