The World for Sale.
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 IRE WoRLD FOR SALE !-hans out the sisn Call every traveller here to me; Who'll buy this brave estate of mine, And set me from earth's bondage free 'ris going .--yes, mean to fling

 The bauble from my soul away I'll sell it wbaisoe 'er it bring;

 The world al auction here today - IL is glorious thing tc see.-

 An. it has cheated me SO sore It is not what it seems to be:--

 FoR sALE!--It sball be mine no more. Come. turn it OCT and view 1t wel,- l would not have you purchase dear;-- Iris going going - must sell !- Who bids Who'll buy he SPLENDID TEAR Here's WEALTH in giittering heaps of gold,-- Who bids But let me tell you fair, A baser lot was never sold;-

 Who'll buy the heavy heaps of esre' And here spread out in broad domain, A goodly landscape all may trace. Hall--coitsge ge-tree-feld--hl and plain; Who'll buy himself burial places Here's LOVE. the dreamy potent spell, That beauty filings around the heart '. l know it's power alas. too we;- 'ris goi.:g. Love and must part Must part!-What can more with Love All over the enchanter's reign; Who'll buy the pluiAeless dying dove An hour ot biss-an age of pain '- And FRIENDSHIP, rarest gem of earth.-- fWho ere hath found the jewel his ? Fraii, tickle, false, and little woIth;- Who bids for Friendship-as it is.-- Iris going going !-Hear the call:- Once, twice, and thrice ,--'ris very Iow! Twas once my hope, my stay, my aii,-- But now the broken staff must go'-- FAME! Hold the brilliant meteor high; How dazzling every gided name l-- Ne millions, now's the time to buy. How much for Fame: How much for Fame? Hear how il thunders Would you stand On high Olympus. far renown'd. Now purchase, and world command, And be--with worlds curses crownd, Sweet star of HoPEl with ray 10 shine In every sad foreboding breast Save this desponding one of mine. Who bids for mans last fisnd an1 best An were not mine bankrupt life. This treasure should my soul sustAin; But Hope and I are now at st,fe. Nor ever may unite again. And SoNG For sale my tune!es inte; Sweet solace, mine no more 10 nota; The chords that eharInd my soul mute, cannot wake the noes of old. Or cen were mine wizard shell, Could chain a world in raptures hi yh; Yet now sad farewell farewen.- Must on its last iaiat echoes die. Ambition. fashion, show, and pIide.-- part from all forever nov; Grief. in an overwhelming tide,

 Has taught my naughty heart to bow. Pc, heart! distracted. ah so long, And stiii its aching throb to bear; How broken, that was once so strong; How heavy, once so free from care; No more for me liie's ftfal dream;

 Rugbt vision vanishing away! My bark requires deeper stream My sinking soul a surer stay. By DEATH, stern sheriff, sIl bereft. 1 weep, yet humbiy kiss the rod;- The best ol ali still have left

 My FAITH, my BIBLE, and my Gon.

 