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The countless ages now tbe shore bestre@.

 ing Of the dark ocean, where above. them ring ! he dim waves of Eternity-say viewing All this, IS our age better than the rest, Which thou hast shattered since thou left thy nest!

 VII. ask thee not is't wiser-that we hnow- l " eve rail-roads, steam boats of cast iron, steam guns and air gGns-houses built oi But that's in Russia )-heds of air to lie on A nd even Niagara is made to bow To us, and turn mill--aud Capt. Lyon, And Parry, that iee-navigati ting hero Have lived where cold was forty below

 zero.

 Look at our books--onr novels by tho score, Cur poets and philosophers and preachers, 0hr politicians, pediars and the four or live great men that are cur natlon's Whose names thou may'st have heard at

 every door, Our Websters, Glays, Galhouns. Van Bu-

 rens, Beechers, Men whose orations almost dim and sulIy Those of the Roman God-ths Eagle Fully. Bnttell us is it better-that's the thing We have some hundred, thousand | f fine

 churches, Q every creed, that thou in Y Yaadcr,ng Hast left allve--and all that cash can pur Of apostolic preachers--they who bring The tidings that creation in Iurch is, nd food for Satan--if no intcrcession, Be'madc with God, by those of their pro-

 fession. We've plenty of religion now, God knows, Of Fasts, afhanksgivings, and such other

 matters 'reil us then--since thou wak'st from thy

 last doza, When thy broad wing which creation shat

 ters,

 Into the deep empyrean, arose And still uatiring all onr doings shatteis; Tell IS hast thoain this thy tiresofne flight, Brought on an age like ours, tAy deep, dead

 night!

 Methinks while thus l stand and talk with That wing of his which turns tbo heart so cold,

 Stops in it's flight; and from the dread a.

 byme.

 \ fearf', voice upon my car is rolled Siow, sad. distinet, aud terribly sftblifne-- But somewhat quivering asif he'd cold Caught ia some king or ream-d estroying And, old man wopt--alitfle nnelancholic.

 XII. So reader mine--remember that my vcrs c Heneeforth is not my own, but Fime,s O. pinIon--

 And Ire, whose speecA my due is to re Or whom l am the servitor and minion-- Now breaks treasury, and now pnrse-- 4 nd with the same flap of Lis mighty pin- ion, Shatters comedy reIieioni An empire ruineth, or placks pigeon.

 XIII. And hath but small respect for your or

 mine,

 Or any other mans contempt or anger Smiieth alike at mountains Appenine, Or when he's thrust at by hero's hanger, And silences the poets art divine. Much as he would a mallard's senseless

 ciangor;

 Or if he chance your pride to disappoint, Smiles al your dagger and deGes its point.

 XIV. A od l am bat poor and simple wight, Who sit and rhyme in my own quiet ways, And at my pleasure to the world indite, Regardless of its ceasHre or it's praisc--- ! Tho have had conferred in black and white,

 < share of both upon my simple lays,  And editors severe and others gracious.

 Nv. So you had best re eceivo what rye sha,!Gttor l With all hulniity--fo, if yon dare 'Gainst Time or his interpreter to mutter One nor the other can your anger scare, We sail I the winds eye like sharp nos d

 cutter, 1 Nor care for tide or summer hreezcs fair-- l Our course is onward--and doth not Ge-

 pend

 On any help that you or yours can lend.

 XVI. Thus much have indited fer preamble, 1 And introduction, to old sfime's oration, My Muse, you knew before, delights to

 rambie,

 But broken now--at my least intimation, She'll either walk, trot, canler, pace or

 amble,

 In short, including all in one summation 1 She is a quiet sort of a Pegasus, l That fine, but old and somewhat hard rid

 race horse. XVII. < HearL Len!" said rime--ss That seaupon

 whose sands, :. Lie strewed the broken wrecks of count

 less ages,

 :. On which obcdient to old Fate's com