"Go, then," she cried, "but let thy constant mind Oft think of her you leave in tears behind." "Dear maid, this last embrace ALICE GRAY. SHE'S all my fancy painted her, But her heart it is another's, She never can be mine; Yet lov'd I as man never lov'd, Oh! my heart, my heart is breaking Her dark brown hair is braided. Her hair is braided not for me, The eye is turned away; Yet, my heart, my heart is breaking For the love of Alice Gray. I've sunk beneath the summer's sun, And trembled in the blast; But my pilgrimage is nearly done, May pity haply say, Oh! his heart, his heart is broken For the love of Alice Gray. William Mee. is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home! An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain, Oh! give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again! The birds singing gaily that came at my call, Give me them with the peace of mind dearer than all. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home! There's no place like home! 7. Howard Payne. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my Jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, But blessings on your frosty pow, |