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the islands. None of the hills of Grande-terre seemed to rise higher than the Giant's Stairs near Cork, but the scenery was nearly as rich as that on your right hand om Lough Mahon to that city. About ten o'clock the mountains of Guadalonpe showed darkly and boldly, mingled with mists, upon the western horizon: a w land squalls gave activity to our crew and motion to our ship; the brig led the way; the entrance towards the harbour of Pointe-a-Pitre began to open; the tri-colour was hoisted at the stern of each ship; her consignee's signal was now substitu­ ted r the pilot- ag, which came down from the remast, as the boat which contained this important
being was seen to approach.
DR. ENGLAND.
JEPHTE'S DAUGHTER.
1. THE tears upon her cheek were dried, Her song of mourning ceased to swell,
And its last cadence gently died,
In that dark word of grief- rewell !
The virgins took their last embrace, But on her calm and saintly brow
No earthly eling le a trace,
For all was sacred triumph now.
2. Like some sweet ow'r, on whose pale bloom The shadowy rain-drops lightly de,
When trembling om the tempest's gloom, It smiles, in summer pride array'd.
LESSON XIII.