A sail both broad and high;
And as she near and nearer draws
She hovers like a bird,
And strains of music from her deck
Upon the air are heard.

Now closer draws the stranger sail--
Are sirens they who hang
About the quivering cordage with--
Hallo! what's that?--bang! bang!
The trap is sprung, the siren ship
Runs up the sable flag--
It is the pirate "Harpy," and
She takes the "Author's" swag!

[Footnote 1: A famous foreign writer offered us £500 to print this Pearl
Street, but we wouldn't do it for double the money.--[ED.]]

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WEAPONS THAT TAMMANY HALL CAN NEVER BE TAKEN BY.--SHARPE'S Rifles.


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HIRAM GREEN AT THE BROOKLYN NAVY-YARD.

Bread and Butter vs. Old Cheese.

I hadent got but a little ways into the Navy-Yard, when a soljer steps