=The Butterfly's Dream= A tulip, just opened, had offered to hold A butterfly gaudy and gay; And rocked in his cradle of crimson and gold, The careless young slumberer lay.

The beaming beacon still keeps vigil over Nantucket's peaceful slumberers, while her little ones, in their gladsome dreams of childhood, wander up and down those shores, intent upon their search for the most delicate sea-mosses, exclaiming with each new found treasure,"See!

What is that spectre the tired slumberer sees? The foul familiar lineaments affright him; Its pose of menace and its pointing hand To caution urge, to providence invite him, To foil this scourge of the Distressful Land.

And now, look here on this unhappy slumberer.