Let our thoughts and tender feelings Wander o'ei the main, To the dying sailors crying " Help! " " Oh, help !" in vain.

Who can save the mother's treasure Clinging to the mast ? Who can hear that voice, " Oh, save me'." 'Midst the stormy blast ? Landsmen, stretch your arms of mercy To yon far-off cry.

Who can see a shipwrecked brother, And him, help deny ? Strewn along OUT shores, are lying Wrecks, and helpless men .

Oh ! it is a tale most thrilling, Tale most ead to pen! Noble hearts would fain have saved them, And their strength have spent.

Loving hearts know not the story Of the sad event.

Anxious ears are daily list'ning For some welcome voice, And for manly footsteps treading, Making home rejoice.

Hopeful eyea are daily watching For some happy smiles; — Oh I how Hope is ever waiting, Oh! how Hope beguiles! Who can perforate the darkness Of that gloomy scene ? Who can tell the wife, the mother, What's behind the screen ? Can sweet slumber, so inviting, With its visions, light, Close our ears, when storms are raging, In the dead of night ? MARY BRYNING.

MU.LOM, December, 1889.

NOTICE.

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