d Honor smooths the road to death.

Tread _now_ that court! The unbended sail
Flaps idly in the passing wind;
And dark below, each dull canal
Is stagnant as its _owner's_ mind!

Yet here, how many a burning soul
Has poured at moonlit eve the song,
While conscious Beauty, panting, stole
To hear the strain _her_ praise prolong!

Hark to that shout! Her nobles come,
In many a galley ranged, and gay
With waving flag and nodding plume,
To grace fair Venice' bridal day.

See! on the foremost prow, a _king_
In form--eye--soul!--again
The exulting Doge has _cast the ring_
That weds him to the Adrian Main!

Mark _now_ that wretch with downcast eye,
And abject mien, once free, once brave!
It is the _People's Doge_! and he
Is now an Austrian tyrant's slave.[4]

And she, the Beautiful One, lies
Fallen to earth; while by her side
Moulder her towers and palaces,
_The grave of_ VENICE' _ruined pride_!

[Footnote 4: I have here used the license, in order to carry out the
contrast, of supposing that the Office of Doge, like most of the
institutions of Venice, is preserved by the Austrian government;
though I believe it has been abolished.]

SONG.--THOU REIGN'ST SUPREME.

Thou reign'st supreme, love, in my heart,
O'er every secret thought;
Thou canst not find the smallest part
Where thou abidest not.
All blest emotions, every sense
Are consecrate to thee;
Would that affection so intense,
But filled thy heart for me!

Thou reign'st supreme, love, eyes that burn
With the soul's restless fire,
Their liquid glances on me turn,
Yet no fond thoughts inspire.
E'en in that hour for thee I long,
Like a wild bird set free;
Ah! would that love so true and strong
But filled thy heart for me!

Thou reign'st supreme, love, while I live
Thine shall be every breath;
And be thou near me to receive
My last fond sighs in death;
Thus to expire were joy, were bliss,
May such my portion be!
Oh! would that love as deep as this,
But filled thy heart for me! C. E. T.

THE NEW ENGLAND FACTORY GIRL.

A SKETCH OF EVERYDAY LIFE.

BY MRS. JOSEPH C. NEAL.

For naught its power to STRENGTH can teach
Like =Emulation=--and ENDEAVOR. SCHILLER.

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