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The following heart-rcnding and uncommonly
beautiful lines, are found in the little volume We
eately noticed. entitled, "Leisure Hours at Sea-
THE SONG OF ROSE WESTON.
These lines were suggested by that part o
kpen Owen" where it describes the atiliction-
The mute and uncomplaining grief Of the beauti
ful. faded, and credulous Rose Weston, whcT
Bhe was informed of the baseness and desertioT
bf her seducer, Frank Whettenhall
khey tell me thou hast gone from me


b'er the wide and stormy sea;
TN not believe the tale they tell
iThou wouldst at least have said, farewell!
|They tell me that thy alter'd brow
Saetrains no trace OF beauty now:


That sin and shame have blancli'd thee pale
| IL not believe the sland'rous tale!


thy bloom % gone-perhaps it fed A
eaenck's Is The tears that thou hast shed


rhinkiiig oF Fhas---iil not upbtaid thee


am, alas! what thou hast made me.


would not weep this last adieu


Gould believe thee else than true;


II 'tis dream, and should wake
lro know thee false, my heart would break!
Ny days on earth have Aeeted fast,


And haye lov'd thee to the last;
3Thy fatal love hath ruin'd me,


But my last thoughts prayer for thee :