And Fancy now away may slip, And o'er the green-sward lightly skip, And to her airy castle hie-- For Fancy hath a castle nigh. The festal board she quick prepares, And every guest the bounty shares,-- And seated at the festal board, Their merry voices now are heard, As each youth places to his lips, And from the golden goblet sips A draught of the enchanting wine That came from Fancy's fruitful vine. But hark! what sound salutes mine ear? A distant rumbling now I hear. Ah, Fancy! 'tis no groundless fear, The rushing whirlwind draweth near! Thy castle walls are rocking fast,-- The glory of thy feast is past; Thy guests are now beneath the wave,-- Oblivion is their early grave, Thy fairy bower has vanished--fled: Thy leafy tree are withered--dead! Thy lawn is now a barren heath, Thy bright-eyed maids are cold in death! Those manly youth that were so gay, Have vanished in the self-same way! Oh Fancy! now remain at home, And be content no more to roam; For visions such as thine are vain, And bring but discontent and pain. Remember, in thy giddy whirl, That _I_ am but a factory girl: And be content at home to dwell, Though governed by a "factory bell." FIDUCIA. THE WIDOW'S SON. Among the multitudes of females employed in our manufacturing establishments, persons are frequently to be met with, whose lives are interspersed with incidents of an interesting and even thrilling character. But seldom have I met with a person who has manifested so deep devotion, such uniform cheerfulness, and withal so determined a perseverance in the accomplishment of a cherished object, as Mrs. Jones. This inestimable lady was reared in the midst of affluence, and was early married to the object of her heart's affection. A son was given them, a sweet and lovely boy. With much joy they watched the development of his young mind, especially as he early manifested a deep devotional feeling, which was cultivated with the most assiduous attention. But happiness like this may not always continue. Reverses came. That faithful husband and affectionate father was laid on a bed of languishing. Still he trusted in God; and when he felt that the time of his departure approached, he raised his eyes, and exclaimed, "Holy Father! Thou hast promised to be the widow's God and judge, and a Father to the fatherless; into Thy care I commit my beloved wife and child. Keep Thou them from evil, as they travel life's uneven journey. May their service be acceptable in thy sight." He then quietly fell asleep.