And gayeft garb where all are gay
Is that the young Laird wears,
And keeneft fpur on heel this day
Is that the young Laird bears.

O'er field or fallow in the chafe
None with the Laird may keep ;
The freeft hand, the swifteft pace,
The boldest at the leap.
And thus in revelry the night,

In reckless sport the day,

They paffed, till Winter's mantle white

Upon the stubble lay.

Then little for fuch sports they cared,

The long nights weary grew, So to the city they repaired

To feek for pleasures new:

And there the Laird in Fashion's race

Was ever foremost seen ;

Still heading all, as in the chase
Unequalled he had been.

The hunter knows that reckless speed,
Though it may win the race,
Will foon exhaust the bravest steed,
And brief will be the chase:

But reckless, purposeless, the Laird
Purfued his mad career,

Though Ruin full upon him ftared,

Compaffionlefs and near.

He now difmiffed the fervants old

Heart fore and sad they went

Then farms and crops and homesteads fold,
And all on pleasure spent :
Till from him every rood is reft
Of all that lairdship fair,
So nobly won, fo freely left,
And he the only heir!

The trees that shelter gave and shade,
The mighty trees are gone –
They had been planted when was laid
The Hall's foundation ftone-
The trees are all cut down and fold,
And pitiless may fall

The fummer's heat, the winter's cold
On lonely Linden Hall.

Across the bleak and open plain
The wind blows bitterly;
Unceasingly fall fleet and rain,

And clofing is the day :
No fire its ruddy welcome fends
The Hall's deep shadow past,
To yon poor wayfarer who bends

Alas! Alas!

Clofed is the door

To all the homeless known,

And where the ingle blazed before

Is now the cold hearthstone :
And gone are they who freely gave,

And fmiled with joy to fee

The poor, the friendless come to crave Their hospitality.

With feeble, trembling limbs he creeps,

And lies down at the gate,

Nor fhuns nor heeds the blast that sweeps Its portals defolate.

The day is closed-falls darkest night

Around him like a pall;

And there lies dead at morning light

The Laird of Linden Hall.

He had repented-late, oh late!

And in his woe had come To die alone beside the gate

Of his deferted home:

But fadly by one stranger stood,

In cloak of ruffet brown,

Of fashion old, with cape and hood

That to his waist came down.

The Kobold.

"There's nothing colder than a defolate hearth."

The Kobold of Germany and the Nis of Scandinavia were identical; it has also been thought that the Brownie of Scotland was the fame being, but although in many points they resembled each other, they were not the same.

In Germany, a Kobold was to be found in almost every house; and in Scandinavia, not only in every house, but in every ship, and even in every church. In a church, he watched the behaviour of the congregation, and punished those who conducted themfelves with impropriety; in a ship, he watched over the safety of the veffel and its crew; in a house, he aided the hoft in his trade or calling, whatever it might be, and materially contributed to his welfare and profperity. In this laft refpect he performed the fame part as Brownie; but whereas Brownie only refided in houses where charity and hospitality were held in refpect, the Kobold took up his refidence in any house, irrespective of the

his rule of conduct, the Kobold promoted his profperity, and guarded the happiness of his household with the utmost care and affiduity; if vice, he lost no opportunity of thwarting and annoying him; and to a spirit of the Kobold's nature and pofition, it will be seen that these were neither unfrequent nor unimportant. Nor was it of the flightest use to remove to another dwelling. The Kobold went with him, and no change of abode could release him from his tormentor: that could only be accomplished in one way-by relinquishing the practices to which the Kobold objected.

It was before Nüremberg that Gustavus Adolphus first experienced defeat, when attempting to break the lines of blockade with which Wallenftein had furrounded him. In the next campaign Wallenftein, following up his old tactics, again tried to blockade Gustavus at Naumburg; but prefuming too much on the straitened means and difficult pofition of his adversary, he ventured to divide his force and despatch a large portion of it to the relief of Cologne, at that time befieged, and otherwise to extend and weaken his pofition. Then it was that Guftavus advanced to the famous field of Lutzen, and there he fell, covered with wounds

"The fhout of victory ringing in his ears."