When slumber seals those heavenly eyes, And dreams of rapture round thee glow, When angels watch, for angels love To guard the pure from ills below, Mine in that hour must keep the watch Alone upon the midnight sea, As winds and waves with hated speed Bear me away from home and thee. Yes, mine shall fix their silent gaze, Nor shrink if danger hover near; This hand that trembles now in thine, Must grasp the sword without a fear; And for the music of thy voice, The stormy wave with shout of men, For whispers soft, words stern and cold Must be the sounds that hail me then. The hour has come, fresh blows the gale, Our ship moves down yon tide afar, Away, away beyond that tide Thy image follows as a star; Farewell to thee, farewell to all, My native land and skies above; O who will greet the wanderer now With soothing words or smiles of love? Remember me, ’tis all I ask, When others gaze, when others sigh, When others plead with bending knee, And drink the beauty of thine eye, Remember then, for e’en in dreams, Though bright they come, this heart shall weep, My thirsting spirit vainly seek Thy image on the lonely deep. * * * * * LAW AND LOVE. OR GAINING A CASE. BY ICHABOD JONES. “So, Oliver, you have a case with which to commence your career at the bar?” “Yes, thanks to Uncle Scott, I have.” “And will you allow me to ask what it is?” “Well, to tell you that, I must first know myself. I believe it to be in relation to a contested will, but as to the particulars you are as wise as I.” “A will case, eh! I have heard old lawyers say they were the best of cases, as far as fee is concerned.” “To-morrow I am to have an interview with my client. My uncle gave such a glowing description of her that he has quite raised my curiosity.” “A lady for a client! why that’s better yet. By the bye, Oliver, you seem somewhat indifferent to the divine sex; and yet you have a warm heart.” “For friendship, James, but how can I think of love, the owner of the six chairs, book-case and table you see, and nothing but my profession to rely on for the future. Love never flourishes in so stern a climate.” “We have the best authority for knowing that it lives through the fiercest tempest, as well as under the beautiful skies of Italy. What do you think, Oliver, of a rich wife?” “I think such advice comes very badly from you. Let me ask in turn why you are about to connect yourself with a penniless girl, when you might win the greatest fortune in town.” This question came to the point, but it received no other answer than a light laugh as the young man turned on his heel to go.