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ROBERT BUCHANAN.

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I saw the green gnome sitting, with his cheek | And we saw the kirk before us, as we trotted upon his hand.

down the fells, Then he started up to see me, and he ran with And nearer, clearer, o'er us, rang the welcome of cry and bound,

the bells. And drew me from my palfrey white and set me on the ground.

Ring, sing ! ring, sing ! pleasant Sabbath bells ! O crimson, crimson were his locks, his face was

Chime, rhyme ! chime, rhyme ! thorough dales

and dells ! green to see, But he cried, O light-haired lassic, you are Rhyme, ring! chime, sing ! pleasant Sabbath

bells ! bound to marry me!. He clasped me round the middle small, he kissed Chime, sing ! rhyme, ring ! over fields and fells!

me on the cheek, He kissed me once, he kissed me twice, I could

not stir or speak; He kissed me twice, he kissed me thrice, but LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI.

when he kissed again, I called aloud upon the name of Him who died

“O, What can ail thee; knight-at-arms, for men.

Alone and palely loitering?

to pray,

The sedge has withered from the lake, Sing, sing ! ring, ring! pleasant Sabbath bells !

And no birds sing. Chime, rhyme ! chime, rhyme ! thorough dales and dells !

“O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Rhyme, ring! chime, sing ! pleasant Sabbath So haggard and so woe-begone ? bells !

The squirrel's granary is full,
Chime, sing ! rhyme, ring ! over fields and fells ! And the harvest's done.
O faintly, faintly, faintly, calling men and maids “I see a lily on thy brow

With anguish moist and fever-dew,
So faintly, faintly, faintly rang the bells far And on thy cheeks a fading rose
away ;

Fast withereth too." And as I named the Blessed Name, as in our need we can,

“I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful, The ugly green green gnome became a tall and

- a fairy's child, comely man :

Her hair was long, her foot was light, His hands were white, his beard was gold, his

And her eyes were wild. eyes were black as sloes,

I made a garland for her head, His tunic was of scarlet woof, and silken were his

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone ;

She looked at me as she did love, A pensive light from Faëryland still lingered on

And made sweet moan. his cheek, His voice was like the running brook, when he “I set her on my pacing steed, began to speak ;

And nothing else saw all day long ; “O, you have cast away the charm my step-dame

For sidelong would she bend, and sing put on me,

A fairy's song. Seven years I dwelt in Faëryland, and you

have set me free.

"She found me roots of relish sweet, 0, I will mount thy palfrey white, and ride to And honey wild and manna-dew; kirk with thee,

And sure in language strange she said, And, by those little dewy eyes, we twain will 'I love thee true.' wedded be!"

“She took me to her elfin grot, Back we galloped, never stopping, he before and

And there she wept, and sighed full sore. I behind,

And there I shut her wild, wild eyes And the autumn leaves were dropping, red and With kisses four.

yellow, in the wind : And the sun was shining clearer, and my heart “And there she lulled me asleep, was high and proud,

And there I dreamed - ah, woe betide! As nearer, nearer, nearer rang the kirk bells The latest dream I ever dreamed sweet and loud,

On the cold hill's side.

hose;

THE WATER LADY.

I. ALAS, that moon should ever beam To show what man should never see! I saw a maiden on a stream, And fair was she !

II.
I stayed awhile to see her throw
Her tresses back, that all beset
The fair horizon of her brow
With clouds of jet.

III.
I stayed a little while to view
Her cheek, that wore, in place of red,
The bloom of water, tender blue,
Daintily spread.

IV.

I stayed to watch, a little space, Her parted lips, if she would sing; The waters closed above her face With many a ring.

V. And still I stayed a little more, Alas! she never comes again! I throw my flowers from the shore, And watch in vain.

VI.
I know my life will fade away,
I know that I must vainly pine ;
For I am made of mortal clay,
But she's divine !

THOMAS HOOD

THE FISHER.

The waters purled, the waters swelled,

A fisher sat near by,
And earnestly his line beheld

With tranquil heart and eye ;
And while he sits and watches there,

He sees the waves divide,
And, lo! a maid, with glistening hair,

Springs from the troubled tide.
She sang to him, she spake to him,

Why lur'st thou from below, In cruel mood, my tender brood,

To die in day's fierce glow ?
Ah ! didst thou know how sweetly there

The little fishes dwell,
Thou wouldst come down their lot to share,

And be forever well. “ Bathes not the smiling sun at night

The moon too- in the waves ?

“I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, — death-pale were they all ; They cried, ‘La belle Dame sans Merci

Hath thee in thrall !!

“I saw their starved lips in the gloam

With horrid warning gapéd wide, And I awoke and found me here

On the cold hill's side.

“And this is why I sojourn here

Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.”

JOHN KEATS.

THE WATER-FAY.

The night comes stealing o'er me,

And clouds are on the sea ;
While the wavelets rustle before me

With a mystical melody.

A water-maid rose singing

Before me, fair and pale ;
And snow-white breasts were springing,

Like fountains, 'neath her veil.

She kissed me and she pressed me,

Till I wished her arms away : “Why hast thou so caressed me,

Thou lovely water-fay?”

0, thou need'st not alarm thee,

That thus thy form I hold; For I only seek to warm me,

And the night is black and cold."

“The wind to the waves is calling,

The moonlight is fading away ;
And tears down thy cheek are falling,

Thou beautiful water-fay!”

* The wind to the waves is calling,

And the moonlight grows dim on the rocks ; But no tears from mine eyes are falling,

’T is the water which drips from my locks.” “The ocean is heaving and sobbing,

The sea-mews scream in the spray ; And thy heart is wildly throbbing,

Thou beautiful water-fay!” My heart is wildly swelling,

And it beats in burning truth ; For I love thee past all telling, Thou beautiful mortal youth."

HENRY HEINE (German). Translation

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of CHARLES G. LELAND.

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Comes he not forth more fresh and bright Some of these may be broken, and some may be From ocean's cooling caves ?

rotten ; Canst thou unmoved that deep world see, But if twenty for accident should be detached, That heaven of tranquil blue,

It will leave me just sixty sound eggs to be hatched. / Where thine own face is beckoning thee

“Well, sixty sound eggs, - no, sound chickens, Down to the eternal dew ?

I mean : The waters purled, the waters swelled,

Of these some may die, — we'll suppose seventeen, They kissed his naked feet ;

Seventeen ! not so many, - say ten at the most, His heart a nameless transport held,

Which will leave fifty chickens to boil or to roast. As if his love did greet.

“But then there's their barley : how much will She spake to him, she sang to him ; Then all with him was o'er,

they need ?

Why, they take but one grain at a time when Half drew she him, half sank he in, – He sank to rise no more.

they feed, THE. Translation of Charles T. BROOKS. So that 's a mere trifle; now then, let us see,

Ata fair market price how much money there'll be. “Six shillings a pair-five-four-three-and-six,

To prevent all mistakes, that low price I will fix ; THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.

Now what will that make? fifty chickens, I said,
A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long Fifty times three-and-sixpence- I'll ask Brother
Had cheered the village with his song,

Ned.
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,

O, but stop, — three-and-sixpence a pair I

must sell 'em ; Began to feel — as well he might The keen demands of appetite;

Well, a pair is a couple, — now then let us tell'em;

A couple in fifty will go (my poor brain !) When, looking eagerly around,

Why, just a score times, and five pair will remain. He spied, far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark,

“Twenty-five pair of fowls — no

now how tiresome And knew the glow-worm by his spark ;

it is So, stooping down from hawthorn top, That I can't reckon up so much money as this ! He thought to put him in his crop. Well, there 's no use in trying, so let 's give a The worm, aware of his intent,

guess, Harangued him thus, quite eloquent, I'll say twenty pounds, and it can't be no less.

Did you admire my lamp," quoth he, "As much as I your minstrelsy,

“Twenty pounds, I am certain, will buy me a cow, You would abhor to do me wrong,

Thirty geese, and twɔ turkeys, – eight pigs and As much as I to spoil your song ;

a sow;

Now if these turn out well, at the end of the year, For 't was the self-same Power divine

•I shall fill both my pockets with guincas, 't is Taught you to sing, and ine to shine ;

clear." That you with music, I with light, Might beautify and cheer the night." Forgetting her burden, when this she had said, The songster heard his short oration,

The maid superciliously tossed up her head; And, warbling out his approbation, When, alas for her prospects ! her milk-pail Released him, as my story tells,

descended, And found a supper somewhere else. And so all her schemes for the future were ended.

WILLIAM COWPER.

This moral, I think, may be safely attached,

“Reckon not on your chickens before they are THE MILKMAID.

hatched."

JEFFREYS TAYLOR. A MILKMAID, who poised a full pail on her head, Thus mused on her prospects in life, it is said : Let me see, —- I should think that this milk

THE TOAD'S JOURNAL will procure

(It is said that Belzoni, the traveller in Egypt, discovered a living One hundred good eggs, or fourscore, to be sure.

toad in a temple which had been for ages buried in the sand.] “Well then, - stop a bit, - it must not be for- In a land for antiquities greatly renowned gotten,

A traveller had dug wide and deep under ground,

with one eye ;

A temple for ages entombed, to disclose,

The gray moss and lichen creep over the mould, When, lo! he disturbed, in its secret repose, Lying loose on a ponderous stone. A toad, from whose journal it plainly appears Now within this huge stone, like a king on his It had lodged in that mansion some thousands of throne, years.

A toad has been sitting more years than is known; The roll which this reptile's long history records, And strange as it seems, yet he constantly decms A treat to the sage antiquarian affords:

The world standing still while he's dreaming The sense by obscure hieroglyphics concealed,

his dreams, Deep learning at length, with long labor, tevealed. Does this wonderful toad, in his cheerful abode The first thousand years as a specimen take, – In the innermost heart of that flinty old stone, The dates are omitted for brevity's sake: By the gray-haired moss and the lichen o'ergrown. Crawled forth from some rubbish, and winked

Down deepin the hollow, from morning till night, Half opened the other, but could not tell why ; Dun shadows glide over the ground, Stretched out my left leg, as it felt rather queer,

Where a watercourse once, as it sparkled with Then drew all together and slept for a year.

light, Awakened, felt chilly, - crept under a stone;

Turned a ruined old mill-wheel around : Was vastly contented with living alone.

Long years have passed by since its bed became One toe became wedged in the stone like a peg, dry, Could not get it away, - had the cramp in my leg; And the trees grow so close, scarce a glimpse Began half to wish for a neighbor at hand

of the sky To loosen the stone, which was fast in the sand ; Is seen in the hollow, so dark and so damp, Pulled harder, then dozed, as I found 't was no Where the glow-worm at noonday is trimming use ;

his lamp, Awoke the next summer, and lo! it was loose. And hardly a sound from the thicket around, Crawled forth from the stone when completely Where the rabbit and squirrel leap over the awake ;

ground, Crept into a corner and grinned at a snake. Is heard by the toad in his spacious abode Retreated, and found that I needed repose ; In the innermost heart of that ponderous stone, Curled up my damp limbs and prepared for a doze; By the gray-haired moss and the lichen o'ergrown. Fell sounder to sleep than was usual before, And did not awake for a century or more ;

Down deep in that hollow the bees nerer But had a sweet dream, as I rather believe : Methought it was light, and a fine summer's eve ; The shade is too black for a flower ; And I in some garden deliciously fed

And jewel-winged birds, with their musical hum, In the pleasant moist shade of a strawberry bed. Never flash in the night of that bower ; Therefine speckled creatures claimed kindred with But the cold-blooded snake, in the edge of the

brake, And others that hopped, most enchanting to see. Lies amid the rank grass halfasleep, halfawake; Here long I regaled with emotion extreme; And the ashen-white snail, with the slime in Awoke, disconcerted to find it a dream ;

its trail, Grew pensive, - discovered that life is a load ; Moves wearily on like a life's tedious tale, Began to get weary of being a toad ;

Yet disturbs not the toad in his spacious abole, Was fretful at first, and then shed a few tears." In the innermost heart of that flinty old stone, Here ends the account of the first thousand years. By the gray-haired moss and the licheno'ergrowni

. MORAL.

Down deep in a hollow some wiseacres sit
It seems that life is all a void,

Like the toad in his cell in the stone ;
On selfish thoughts alone employed ; Around them in daylight the blind owlets flit,
That length of days is not a good,

And their creeds are with ivy o'ergrown ;-
Unless their use be understood.

Their streams may go dry, and the wheels cease JANE TAYLOR.

to ply, And theirglimpses be few of the sun and the sky,

Still they hug to their breast every time-honTHE PHILOSOPHER TOAD.

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And slumber and doze in inglorious rest ; Dowy deep in a hollow, so damp and so cold, For no progress they find in the wide sphere of Where oaks are by ivy o'ergrown,

mind,

ored guest,

!

MRS. R. S. NICHOLS.

And the yorld's standing still with all of their Up flew the endowment, not weighing an ounce, kind;

And down, down the farthing-worth came with Contented to dwell deep down in the well,

a bounce. Or move like the snail in the crust of his shell,

Or live like the toad in his narrow abode, By further experiments (no matter how) With their souls closely wedged in a thick wall He found that ten chariots weighed less than of stone,

one plough ; By the gray weeds of prejudice rankly o’ergrown. A sword with gilt trapping rose up in the scale,

Though balanced by only a ten-penny nail ;
A shield and a helmet, a buckler and spear,

Weighed less than a widow's uncrystallized tear.
THE PHILOSOPHER'S SCALES.

A lord and a lady went up at full sail, A MONK, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er,

When a bee chanced to light on the opposite scale; In the depth of his cell with his stone-covered floor, Ten doctors, ten lawyers, two courtiers, one earl, Resigning to thought his chimerical brain,

Ten counsellors' wigs, full of powder and curl, Once formed the contrivance we now shall explain; All heaped in one balance and swinging from But whether by magic's or alchemy's powers

thence, We know not; indeed, 't is no business of ours.

Weighed less than a few grains of candorand sense; Perhaps it was only by patience and care,

A first-water diamond, with brilliants begirt, At last, that he brought his invention to bear.

Than one good potato just washed from the dirt ; In youth 't was projected, but years stole away, One pearl to outweigh, — 't was the PEARL OF

Yet not mountains of silver and gold could suffice And ere 't was complete he was wrinkled and gray;

GREAT PRICE. But success is secure, unless energy fails ; And at length he produced THE PHILOSOPHER'S Last of all, the whole world was bowled in at the

grate, “What were they?" you ask. You shall pres. With the soul of a beggar to serve for a weight, ently see;

When the former sprang up with so strong a reThese scales were not made to weigh sugar and tea.

buff O no ; for such properties wondrous had they, That it made a vast rent and escaped at the roof! That qualities, feelings, and thoughts they could | When balanced in air, it ascended on high, weigh,

And sailed up aloft, a balloon in the sky; Together with articles small or immense, While the scale with the soul in't so mightily fell From mountains or planets to atoms of sense. That it jerked the philosopher out of his cell.

JANE TAYLOR. Naught was there so bulky but there it would lay, And naught so ethereal but there it would stay, And naught so reluctant but in it must go :

THE CALIPH AND SATAN. All which some examples more clearly will show.

VERSIFIED FROM THOLUCK'S TRANSLATION OUT OF THE The first thing he weighed was the head of Voltaire, Which retained all the wit that hadever been there. In heavy sleep the Caliph lay, As a weight, he threw in a torn scrap of a leaf,

When some one called, Arise, and pray !" Containing the prayer of the penitent thief; When the skull rose aloft with so sudden a spell The angry Caliph cried, “Who dare That it bounced like a ball on the roof of the cell. Rebuke his king for slighted prayer ?" One time he put in Alexander the Great, Then, from the corner of the room, With the garment that Dorcas had made for a A voice cut sharply through the gloom :

weight; And though clad in armor from sandals to crown, “My name is Satan. Rise ! obey The hero rose up, and the garment went down. Mohammed's law; awake, and pray.”

SCALES.

PERSIAN.

A long row of almshouses, amply endowed “Thy words are good,” the Caliph said,
By a well-esteemed Pharisee, busy and proud, “ But their intent I somewhat dread.
Next loaded one scale; while the other was pressed
By those mites the poor widow dropped into the For matters cannot well be worse
chest:

Than when the thief says, “Guard your purse I'

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