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BY EscHUYLus.


His love was passions essence-as tree


On fire by lightning; with ethereal fame
Kinded he was and blasted; for to be


Thus, and enamored, were in him the same.
|. But this was not the love Of living dame,
Nor OF the dead who rise upon our dreams,


But Of ideal beauty which became


In him existence, and o'erfowing teens
Along his burning page, distempered though
|" it seems.' h


This breathed itself to life in Julie, this


Invested her with all that's wild and sweet;


,h----through brain and breast
Flash'd the thrilled spirits loved -devounng
In that absorbing sigh, perchance, more blest
Than vulgar minds may be with all they seek


possest.' aE Childe Harold
1T was of strange order that the doom


OF these two creatures should be thus traced
s8 out tt - 23..
Almost like reality--the one A@
To end in madness, both in misery


aa ~ THE DREAM.
Grief hollows hearts even while it ages heads;
And much hot grief in youth, forces up life
With power which too soon rpens, and which


drops.'-FEsTUs, ,a, .e ,,aa.a.sj
Elm. .Traum, Elm Traum isl unser Leben


Auf Erden hier; .fr Ri seE .UaH
Vie Schatten auf den Wogen, schweben


Und schWinden Wir II 81 fra. /. Heaast .e
Und messen unsre tragen yTritte aHf #s gaa1


Mach Raum und Zeit na@ma.H HI
Und sind (und wissen's nicht) in Mite


Der Ewigkeit.' -HERDER. u tn.


TRANSLATION.


Our life is but a transcient gleam-


A cheating dream of bliss;


Like shadows on the waves we CLEAN,
Then fade as fades the suns last beam,


Robbed Of our happiness. a #1N
BY fleeing time and space we bound ma.l


Our steps so fnitely; yar,... 15. ..r.,..
While all unmarked, unheard, around a
Dark visions fit, soft strains resound, II. t
II. OF vast eternity. a"A a.E


Kind reader who porest over these pa
ges succeeding, if they affect thee with leu
or pleasing sadness, and there
by thou art ledto yield one tear Of sorrow
to the sad fate Of these gentle beings, my
object shall have been attained. For wea-
ry years my mind, like some venerated
temple whose shaded inches are filled with
statues-the marble efigies of beings long
since passed into eternity-has nursed in
its treasure-house the forms of the beings
whose destiny has been traced out in the
following lines; and, now that have sha-
ken from them the accumulated dust OF
years, they stand forth--some only fancy
pieces-but the greater part old family por-
traitures. The wool of truth has been wo-
ven with fiction, So that their hues blend;
the dark ground 'oeing truth, the lighter
tissue the hue of fancy Reader, find out
its moral, and the Lesson will do thee ulti-
mate good. .H .s....~ -


1t was strang doom. 1t was strange
that an old family prophecy should have
been so literally fulfilled. A prediction told
to female ancestor; who, whilst riding
through an old and darkling forest, sudden
ly saw before b er dwarfsh figure, which
placed itself directly in her path, raising its
long and skinny arm in manner command
ing her to arrest her progress. She needed
no second Injunction. An indefnable feel
ing of awe, not unmingled with womanly
curiosity, caused her to stop and await the
pleasure of this singular creature.


And most remarkable was the appear
ance which the old woman presented; scarce
three feet high, with an attenuated body,
proportionate to child of ten years, her
head was enormously large, very large
even for tall and robust male, and it was
a wonder how she could support upon her
small, scraggy neck, so weighty burden;
her long grey hair hung in thin rory locks,
uncombed, behind her, heightening no lit
tie the effect of her strange contour.


Her form was scarcely covered sufficient
for decency a few tatters lay Mosaic work
upon her filthy limbs. But her eye (and
she had only one, it was that attracted
small and gray, it burned with strange
lustre beneath the shaggy brow, seeming
like fire at night upon a desert heath,
flashing in strange variance with her pale,
haggard, wrinkled cheeks, and when it was
fixed upon one, that one remained spell
bound as though by fascination. No won
der then that the young lady, unattended
should have felt that germ of superstition
Indigenous to the female breast, begin K