Or was it some rich Indiaman

You robbed of all her pearls? Of course you have been breaking hearts Of poor Kanaka girls!" "Wherever I have been," he said,

"I kept my ship in sight, The little anchor on the left, The great one on the right.""

"I heard last night that you were in :
I walked the wharves to-day,
But saw no ship that looked like yours.
Where does the good ship lay?

I want to go on board of her."

"And so you shall," said he ; "But there are many things to do When one comes home from sea. You know the song you made for me? I sing it morn and night, "The little anchor on the left, The great one on the right.'

"I was Ever thus ! _ Euch hour that came, Still incremitting, bought

Some newer form of grief or shame,

GOOD BYE.

"FAREWELL! farewell!" is often heard From the lips of those who part:

"T is a whispered tone, 't is a gentle word, But it springs not from the heart.

It may serve for the lover's closing lay,
To be sung 'neath a summer sky;
But give to me the lips that say

The honest words, "Good bye!"

When fell the night, up sprang the breeze,
And all the darkling hours they plied ;
Nor dreamt but each the selfsame seas
By each was cleaving, side by side :

E'en so—but why the tale reveal

Of those whom, year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew, to feel,

Astounded, soul from soul estranged?

At dead of night their sails were filled,
And onward each rejoicing steered;
Ah! neither blame, for neither willed

Or wist what first with dawn appeared.

To veer, how vain! On, onward strain,
Brave barks! in light, in darkness too!
Through winds and tides one compass guides:
To that and your own selves be true.

But O blithe breeze! and O great seas!
Though ne'er that earliest parting past,
On your wide plain they join again,
Together lead them home at last.

One port, methought, alike they sought,
One purpose hold where'er they fare;
O bounding breeze, O rushing seas,
At last, at last, unite them there!

ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGHI,