228 -SELECT POETRY

“ Rash youth, that wouldst yon Channel pass
. On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned,
Thy heart with some sweet English lass
Must be impassioned.”

“ T have no sweetheart,” said the lad;
“ But, absent years from one another,
Great was the longing that I had

To see my mother.”

* And so thou shalt,” Napoleon said,

“You've both my favour justly won,
A noble mother must have bred
So brave a son.”

He gave the tar a piece of gold,

And, with a flag of truce, commanded

He should be shipped to England Old,
And safely landed.

Our sailor oft could scantly shift
To find a dinner, plain and hearty,
But never changed the coin and gift
Of Buonaparte.
Campbell.

SONG OF THE STRAWBERRY GIRL.

Iv is summer! it is summer! how beautiful it
looks ;

There is sunshine on the old grey hills, and sun-
shine on the brooks ;