ST. ANTHONY'S SERMON TO FISHES.

So, when the saint from Padua's graceless land, In silent anguish sought the barren strand, High on the shatter'd beech sublime he stood, Still'd with his waving arm the babbling flood; "To man's dull ear," he cried, "I call in vain, Hear me, ye scaly tenants of the main !" Mishapen seals approach in circling flocks, In dusky mail the tortoise climbs the rocks, Torpedoes, sharks, rays, porpoise, dolphins, pour Their twinkling squadrons round the glittering shore; With tangled fins behind, huge phoca glide, And whales and grampi swell the distant tide. Then kneel'd the hoary seer, to heaven addrest His fiery eyes, and smote his sounding breast; "Bless ye the Lord," with thundering voice he cried, "Bless ye the Lord!" the bending shores replied: The winds and waters caught the sacred word, And mingling echoes shouted "bless the Lord!"

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The listening shoals the quick contagion feel,
Pant on the floods, inebriate with their zeal,
Ope their wide jaws, and bow their slimy heads,
And dash with frantic fins their foamy beds.

FROST SCENE.

THUS, when white winter o'er the shivering clime Drives the still snow, or showers the silver rime; As the lone shepherd o'er the dazzling rocks Prints his steep step, and guides his vagrant flocks; Views the green holly veil'd in net-work nice, Her vermil clusters twinkling in the ice; Admires the lucid vales, and slumbering floods, Suspended cataracts, and crystal woods, Transparent towns, with seas of milk between, And eyes with transport the refulgent scene: If breaks the sunshine o'er the spangled trees, Or flits on tepid wing the western breeze, In liquid dews descends the transient glare, And all the glittering pageant melts in air.

MOSES STRIKING THE ROCK.

THUS ISRAEL'S heaven-taught chief o'er trackless sands

Led to the sultry rock his murmuring bands.
Bright o'er his brows the forky radiance blazed,
And high in air the rod divine he raised.—
Wide yawns the cliff!-amid the thirsty throng
Rush the redundant waves, and shine along;
With gourds, and shells, and helmets, press the
bands,

Ope their parcht lips, and spread their eager hands,
Snatch their pale infants to the exuberant shower,
Kneel on the shatter'd rock, and bless the almighty
power.

PERUVIAN BARK.

WHERE Andes hides his cloud-wreatht crest in

snow,

And roots his base on burning sands below;
CINCHONA, fairest of peruvian maids,

To health's bright goddess in the breezy glades,
On Quito's temperate plain an altar rear'd,
Trill'd the loud hymn, the solemn prayer preferr'd :
Each balmy bud she cull'd, and honey'd flower,
And hung with fragrant wreaths the sacred bower;
Each pearly sea she searcht, and sparkling mine,
And piled their treasures on the gorgeous shrine;
Her suppliant voice for sickning LOXA raised,
Sweet breathed the gale, and bright the censor blazed.
"Divine HYGEIA! on thy votaries bend

Thy angel-looks, oh, hear us, and defend!

While streaming o'er the night with baleful glare The star of autumn rays his misty hair;