[Second Voice Tenor] Fare, fare thee well! Land of the free: No tongue can tell the love I bear to thee. Fare, fare thee well! Land of the free, No tongue can tell the love I bear to thee. 2 We wreathe the bowl to drink a gay good bye For tears would fall unbidden in the wine, And while reflected was the mournful eye, The sparkling surface e’en would cease to shine. Then fare, fare well; Once more, once more, The ocean swell Now hides my native shore. 3 See where yon star its diamond light displays, Now seen, now hid behind the swelling sail, Hope rides in gladness on its streaming rays, And bids us on, and bribes the fav’ring gale. Then hope we bend In joy to thee, And careless wend Our way across the sea. GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. * * * * * Vol. XLI. PHILADELPHIA, SEPTEMBER, 1852. No. 3. * * * * * =THE GIANT’S CAUSEWAY.= [Illustration] Only imagine yourself, says a writer in the Journal of Commerce, in a little row-boat, passing around the northern coast of Ireland. In the distance, you seem to look upon an immense castle, flanked by double rows of cylindrical columns. It seems so fortress-like, this massive structure rising from the depths of the sea, that you expect to find guards and wardens, soldiery and arms; but as you approach nearer it loses that castellated appearance, and gradually lessens in magnitude until there remains only a huge stone wall, extending around the coast for miles. It is composed of gigantic pillars, cut into prisms, three-sided, five-sided, eight-sided—side fitting to side—variously jointed, joint corresponding to joint, innumerable irregularities conformed into such beautiful regularity, that you are struck with awe at so perfect a monument of skill, and ask involuntarily to what great artist your praise is due; what year marked the foundation-stone; what force formed each cylinder, and joined in uniform contact such irregular masses? The toil of many a lifetime has been spent on far meaner designs, and proud wealth has gloried in much less wonderful relics of man’s invention.