The day paffed on; the morrow came,
And paffed, and left her still the fame;
And weary weeks and months wore by
And faw her lying helplessly :
Were loft to her the fummer fky,

The autumn woods of every dye,

The winter's fnowy covering,

And flowery pride of verdant spring.

All day her fifter fits her near,

Her wants to tend, her plaints to hear;
And never seems to droop or tire,
Or food to take or reft require;
And every night the Pixies good

Drive round the wheel with found fubdued,

And leave

- in this they never fail

A filver penny in the pail.

She lies and thinks of former days,

And former thoughts and former ways,

Her fifter kind, the Pixies good,
And of her own ingratitude;
Her time so wasted and miffpent,

To selfish ease and pleasure lent—

Sees nought to praise and all to blame,
Till burns her cheek with grief and shame :

And, weeping bitterly, fhe cries,

As on her fifter's breaft fhe lies
"Oh, could I leave this loathed bed,

And oh, to feel the morning air

Blow on my eyes and 'mong my hair! And oh, for ftrength to toil for thee, True friend, as thou haft toiled for me!"

PART III.

ANOTHER dawn; and now the fun
His varied, circling courfe has run,
And all the little household shows
As when a year ago he rose.
"Come, Alice, fee this lovely fight,
The filver pennies fhimmering white
At bottom of the water clear, -

A score at least. Come, Alice dear!"

Forgetful of the past she spoke,
But Alice at her call awoke;

The bed-clothes from her feet she flings,
And down upon the ground fhe springs,
And runs to where her fifter ftands
With wildered looks and clafpëd hands:
Then full remembrance comes, and there
They bend their trembling knees in prayer.

And long they knelt and wept and prayed,
As if to rife again afraid;

And when at last they rose and stepped,
Still tremblingly they prayed and wept :
First, hand in hand across the floor,
Then to the window, then the door;
A moment 'gainst the porch they leant,
And out into the garden went.

The freshness of the morning breeze,
That haftened through the leafy trees
Among her flowing hair to play,
Took power and wish to speak away.
"T were hard to tell the happiest,
For both were happy, both were bleft;
The one to feel those joys anew,
The other her delight to view.

Now merrily their wheels go round,
With low, unceafing, whirring found,
And blithely fend the cheerful bee
An answering fong of industry;

And every night the Pixies good

Drive round the wheels with found fubdued,

And never at departing fail

To leave the penny in the pail.

The Brownie.

"Soe fares the unthrifty Laird of Linne."

Brownie, the Household-fpirit of the Scottish Lowlands and Borders, is one of the most interesting perfonages in the whole range of the Fairy Creed. Elf, Pixy, Dwarf, Troll-all had fome tie of kindred, claimed a connection with fome community, owned allegiance to fome king or ruler of their own kind; but Brownie lived alone among men. He had no chief, fave the master of the house to which he attached himself; no kindred, save the master's family; no home, fave the master's domain; and to the service of that mafter his whole time and energies were devoted; but this attachment he only formed for fuch as loved and practifed the kindly virtues of charity and hofpitality. By night, he toiled at the work moft urgent or profitable on the homestead; by day, he watched that nothing was neglected, injured or wafted by others; and as this