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i've publish the following at the request Of the WIT ter and to show our readers how some people who i'm agne themselves poets will string words together anC call them "pOetry."-Ed.l

 FOR THE ENQUIRER. MT. EditOr-You are at liberty to use the following written for an album fthey are good for any thing

 1.-THE NIGHT STORM The sky is clear, the breeze is fair The Ongar spreads her snowy wings, Her pendant streams upon the air, And merr'ly hark! her bold crew sings. The yielding wave she proudly parts, And dashing onward gains the main, With eager gaze, and beating hearts, All look for land, but look in vain. The sun drives burning down the vest Has quenched his fires in ocean waves, The moon walks brightly up the east, And twinking stars dart down their rays. A cloud rolls up, the cloud spreads out, It hides the moon puts out all light. Above, below, and all about

 Is one dread moonless starless night. Swift rushes on the storm the storm, Forked lightnngs gleam athwart the sky,

 

 And pillows leap as mountains high. The ship, the ship, where is she now? High rising, plunging, rolling, flying; The frightened crew all stand aghast To see the gale bear off a mast. She dashes on; the greedy blast Has seized in wrath another mast, One sail alone one scattered sail, Remains to catch the furious gale. The lightning tips her spars with fire, The crew the pillows see retire; They rise, rush on, with cruel blow, Clear, overwhelm and sink her low. Sept 13. MoRvEN's FRIEND. PEW TALK AND CHURCH SCANDAL. There is truth and nauiete in the following meeting house melody from the Sentinel and Palladium, eni tied Pew Talk and Church Scandal: That tall young fellows here today! wonder what's his name His eyes are fixed upon our pew Do look at Sally Dame. Who is that lady dressed in green? It can't be Mrs. Leach There's MT. Jones with Deacon Giles, wonder if he Il preach .-- ..... = Lend me your fan, it is so warm, We both will sit to prayers; s.. Mourning becomes the widow Ames- How Mary's bonnet flares. Do look at Nancy Slopers veil

 It's full breadth too wide; wonder if Susannah Ayres,

 Appears to-day as bride. Lord! what voice Jane Rice has got! Oh, how that organ roars; I'm glad we've left the singers seat How hard Miss Johnson snores What ugly shawls are those in front Did you observe Ann Wild? Her new straw bonnet's trimmed with black, guess she's lost child a7s I'm half asleep-that MT. Jones!

 His sermons are go long; This afternoon we'll stay at home, And practice that new song.