But seek for a bosom all honest and true,

Where love once awakened will never depart;

Turn, turn to that breast like the dove to its nest, And you'll find there's no home like a home in the heart.

Oh link but one spirit that's warmly sincere,

That will heighten your pleasure and solace your care; Find a soul you may trust as the kind and the just,

And be sure the wide world holds no treasure so rare. Then the frowns of misfortune may shadow our lot, The cheek-searing tear-drops of sorrow may start, But a star never dim sheds a halo for him

Who can turn for repose to a home in the heart.

THE OLD ARM-CHAIR.

I love it, I love it! and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?

I've treasured it long as a sainted prize,

I've bedewed it with tears, I've embalmed it with sighs. 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;

Not a tie will break, not a link will start;

Would you know the spell?-a mother sat there !
And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.

In childhood's hour I lingered near
The hallowed seat with listening ear;
And gentle words that mother would give

To fit me to die, and teach me to live.

She told me that shame would never betide

With Truth for my creed and God for my guide;
She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer,

As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.

I sat, and watched her many a day,

When her eye grew dim, and her locks were gray;
And I almost worshipped her when she smiled,
And turned from her Bible to bless her child.
Years rolled on, but the last one sped-
My idol was shattered, my earth-star fled!
I learnt how much the heart can bear,
When I saw her die in her old arm-chair.

'Tis past, 'tis past! but I gaze on it now, With quivering breath and throbbing brow: 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died, And memory flows with lava tide.

Say it is folly, and deem me weak,

Whilst scalding drops start down my cheek;
But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear

My soul from a mother's old arm-chair.

COOK, JAMES, an English circumnavigator, born at Marton, Yorkshire, England, October 28, 1728; killed on the island of Hawaii, in an affray with the natives, February 14, 1779. When quite young he went to sea on board a coal-vessel, of which he rose to be mate. In 1755 he entered the royal navy as a volunteer. He served as master of a sloop at the capture of Quebec by Wolfe in 1759, and was occupied in surveying the channel of the St. Lawrence, and became surveyor of the coast of Labrador and Newfoundland in 1763. In 1768 he was chosen by Government to command a vessel sent to the Pacific in order to observe the transit of Venus. During this voyage, which lasted three years, he explored Australia and the coast of New Zealand. He returned to England in 1771, and in the next year was again sent, in command of two vessels, to the far Southern Pacific, in order to ascertain whether there was any continent there. The farthest point reached by him was latitude 71° South, where he was stopped by ice. He returned to England in 1775, having circumnavigated the globe in high southern latitudes. He put forth two quarto volumes containing a Journal of his voyage. thus closes his narrative of this voyage:

RESULTS OF HIS SECOND VOYAGE.

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