They're gone, the bright shores of my dear native clime, The land of the olive and pale-tinted lime-- All tearless, bright shores, I can see you depart, For stronger than death is the love of my heart. The stain of his hands, though the crimson of blood, That may not be blanch'd with the deep ocean-flood-- The sin of his soul against mercy and truth Cannot wean from the pirate the wife of his youth. For mercy! for mercy!--to offer my plea, Nor ocean nor land can have terrors for me; From country and home I can heedlessly part-- The cell of the pirate is home to my heart. There's pardon! there's pardon! and long shall his life, Unsullied by crime, be the bliss of his wife-- And blessed, thenceforward, most blessed shall be The home of Senora, beneath the lime tree. ELIZA. _Maine_. For the Southern Literary Messenger. ANOTHER VISIT TO THE VIRGINIA SPRINGS OR THE ADVENTURES OF HARRY HUMBUG, ESQ. _A new version of an old story_. Too much rest is rust, There's ever cheer in changing; We tyne by too much trust, So we'll be up and ranging. _Old Song_. In order to recommend myself and the article, which, to use the fashionable phraseology, is now being prepared for the Messenger, to the favorable consideration of its readers, I beg leave to premise that I am a gentleman of good education and respectable talents--that I am in circumstances of ease and leisure, and what is a still stronger recommendation at the present alarming crisis, I am both from conviction and expediency, a decided anti-abolitionist. You must know, Mr. Editor, that besides having been afflicted all my life with that rabid propensity, which in classical dialect is called _cacoethes scribendi_, I have been troubled with another inconvenient and rather expensive malady, which I shall call the _cacoethes perigrinantis_, by which I mean, that about the time of the dog-days I am generally beset by an unconquerable desire for locomotion, an irresistible propensity to change my place of abode and all its multiform incidents and relations, and to launch forth as it were into a new creation--to look abroad upon Nature and Nature's works, and to contemplate my fellow-worms in some of their new antics and attitudes.