POETRY.

From the LiverpOot Chronicle.
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From the LiueEPO~ Chronicle. v -l FIFE sEAMANs GRAvE-BY ,. s. WALKEF. The moon rode high in lhs clOudless sky,

 The ship o'er the biTlows rolled,

 When silent and slow, we bore from helDw

 The corse Of our sbip-mase bold.

 On the gratings pEaeeds iw his l'ausrnOck Iacsds

 The ensign Apasing O'er him: We tlOughrOG his worth, Bat no sOrds foROd birth TO tell the loVe we oore him, slH3 et ..-s-.a And we weighted him welt, witls sliot apd shell, That far beneath the wave, His sleep might be, secure aad freS

 In the deep, deep coral cave. Awhile we stood, in m"sRg mood. f4 Then lowered him o'er the side, ss Aud we wisiiully took a pairing lOok, .aa As he sank on lhe dark blue tide. .ss Some bubbles arose, from his place of repose, Aud ns quickly forever fled; We gaze bo.one tear--but ihat was sineere--

 One sigl,-for the honored dead.

 But the sra-bird's wall, and the stormy gale, $ Aud the roar of the ocean wave, es7 $ Sang deep and long, the funeral song .- Der the seaman's iraceless grave. s.r- e ! Preston, ,Dsc. 1888. 4' a--slral-