Surely so sad a reverse, might well claim sympathy; but there remaineth to him one consolation, and it cheers him in the house of his pilgrimage.

His course I sad deplore, With heavy sighs.

APOLOGY FOR VAGRANTS For him who, lost to every hope of life, Has long with fortune held unequal strife, Known, to no human love, no human care, The friendless, homeless object of despair; For the poor vagrant, feel while he complains, Nor from sad freedom send to sadder chains.

I have, from my childhood, delighted in poetry: if lonely, it was my companion; if sad, my comfort; if glad, it gave a voice to my joy.

Methinks a curse may still be on her life, She is so wild and strange, so sad her very eyes.

Wan and pale her bonny brow, Sunken and sad her eyelids now.

I had a glimpse of her face; so sad a face I had never seen before.

Obedience to a harsh, imperious lord, Her duty, and her comfort; sad her fate, Whom hostile fortune drives to lands remote!

Look up," sad the father, "look up to the skies Hope sits on the wings of those beautiful dyes.

" As he turned away and touched a small bell on the table, Adrienne's hand dropped at her side and she gave him so strange, so sad a glance that had he looked at her he would have seen that in her pale face and miserable eyes which he had longed to see two years before.

"Do you deem it so sad a thing to die?"

We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas, Her helm beat down, her deck uptorn, And sadder things than these!

" To which the wife"Dear husband, sad it is To me to think that thou shouldst part from me; But sadder still the thought that thou shouldst go On seas to roam in lands unknown and strange, And canst not tell when to this spot return.

The South lay battered and bruised, and pros trate in blood, the "Niobe of nations," as sad a victim of ingratitude as King Lear.

No bloodless shape my path pursues; No shiv'ring ghost my couch annoys, Visions more sad my fancy views, Visions of dear departed joys, The shade of youthful hope is there.

With voices chiming in quaint tune From sun-soaked hulls long wharves adown, The singing sailors rough and brown Won far melodious renown, Here, listening children ceasing play, And mothers sad their well-a-way, In this old breezy sea-board town.

Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, Whence thy meek smile is gone

" How piteously sad those words of one wedded but a year!

Sad is the plot, sad the catastrophe.