"When the hunter tired comes here to reft, Or a homeless wight for charity, When the traveller lated would be your guest, Still kindly liften to his request And shelter him as you fheltered me. May your days like the flakes from yon fnow-cloud be, As many, and fall as peacefully!" The Pixies. "And for the maid who had perform'd each thing, The Pixies feem to have been almost unknown out of Devonshire and Cornwall. They were tiny creatures, not larger than a child's doll, pretty and graceful, and uniformly dreffed in green. The PixyMonarch held his court on the wold, where he appointed to his fubjects their respective duties, such as to punish the intemperate, the selfish, and the flothful; and to affist and reward the abftemious, the self-denying, and the industrious. Many a burly farmer returning from market (when the ale had been good and the talk over bargains entertaining) has ftabled his horfe in a fand-pit, and himself gone to bed in a furze bush; or after putting his horse in the barn among the unthrashed corn, he himself has got aftray in his own paddock, walking round and round it, unable to find the wicket till daylight -all this, he averred, was Pixy-doing. |