As we fee in Holy Place
Angel pure and calm

Carven on an infant's tomb,
So within the filent room,

Half in light and half in gloom,

Lies fhe pure and calm.

Then her fnowy fmock is wound,

Oh, fo tenderly,

Both her tiny feet around

Could her mother fee!

They wrap her in their mantles green,

Covering at once and screen;

Screen from glancing beams of light,

Covering from dews of night,

Clofely, carefully.

Little Mabel, good and fair,
Never to know pain or care,
Only happiness is there-
In the Elfin Land.

The Korrigan.

"Of Fairy damfels met in forests wide
By knights."

The Korrigan of Brittany were the same as the Elle-maids of Scandinavia. There is reafon, moreover, to believe that they were the fame perfonages as the Fée Ladies of Middle-Age Romance, and the Damoiselles in the Lais of Marie de France.

A Korrigan was careful only to be seen by night, for she had then the power of affuming every trait of beauty and grace of which the female form is susceptible, and alfo of changing the appearance of every furrounding thing; of making the meaneft and most common objects in nature appear as works of art of the greatest rarity and value. Thus, when by her magic power fhe had created bower, château, or palace-had furnished it with everything that could give delight to eye, ear, or palateand fat furrounded by her nine attendant nymphs,

grace of manner-ice-cold must have been the heart, or high and noble its purposes and refolves, that could refift her blandishments and charms. The conftancy of lover to his affianced bride, or of foldier to his knightly devoir, could never be subjected to greater trial and temptation. But by night alone had she this power; on the first ray of morning light reaching the scene of her enchantments, the charm was diffolved; every object refumed its real and wonted fhape and appearance, and the beautiful Korrigan herself became as unfightly as she had erewhile been fair.

The Foreft of Brézeliande was the scene of moft of the Breton wonders; and it was there that Merlin, the mighty enchanter, was buried.

THE KORRIGAN.

Ir is a Knight of Brittany
Boune for the Holy Land,
Without or page or squire rides he
Through gloomy Brézeliande;

A league behind, in long array,

With broidered scarf and pennon gay,

With glancing blade and mace and lance

And helm and morion,

To join the chivalry of France

His gallant band comes on.

The wood is filent, denfe and dark,

And closing is the day,

And scarcely can Sir Roland mark

The narrow forest way: Impatient, in advance he rides.