THE OLEO.

fFrom Mellen's Poems.]
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 But still the dingle's hollow throat Prolong'd the bugle's swelling note; The owlets started from their dream. The eagles answered with their scream, Round and around th. sounds wcrc cast !, Till echo seemed all answering blast.

 [Lady ofMe Lake. Oh WILD, enchanting horni Whose music up the deep and dewy air, Swells to the clouds, and calls on Echo

 there,

 Till new melody is born Wake, wake again the night Is bending from her throne of beauty down, With still stars be aming on her azure

 crown,

 Intense, and eloquently bright! Night, at it's priseless noon. When the far voice of water mourns in

 song, And some tir'd watchdog, iazlly and long Barks at the melancholy moon. Hark how it sweeps away, Soaring and dying an the silent sky. As ifsome spirit ofsound went wand eringby With lone halloo and roundeiay. Swell, swell in glory out Thy tones come pouring on my leapng

 heart, And my stirred spirit hears thee with a

 start,

 As boyhood's old remember'd shout Oh! have you heard that peal, i From sleeping sity's moon-bathsd battle

 ments, Or from the guarded field and warrior

 tents,

 Like some near breath around ye steal! Or have ye in the roar Of sea, or storm, or battle, heard 1t rise, Shriller than eagle's clamor to the skies Where wings and tempests never soar Eo, Go, no pthe sseand, No music, that of air or earth IS born, Can match the mighty music of that horn On m:daight's fathon'less profound