For the Telegraph.
THE MINSTREL OF OUACHITA.
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oh' heard ye at nightfalI, when auctness fell
on hamlet and palace, on dingle and dell.
The voice of some Minstrel. in varied strains
Rise sweetly and softly DER woodland and plains,
An yes as the magic of moonlight and shade,
hehnngiy pleasing, began to pervade
Inc forest-clad vallies and deep-shaded glen.
And solitude regned in the bosoms of me,
lhe low dreamy cadence of minstreIsy stole
III He'ricai numbers deep into the soul;
Iheh' mounfuliy sinking, soon melted away,
Lake tnges of glory closes the day.
oh' sweet was the music that fell from her tongue.
And mystic the magic that round it there hung.
For ere she concluded her beautiful lay,
A tear from its fountain would secretly stray
An. mellow and mournfu and sad was the song
She measured so strangely, yet sweetly along;
And as it was uttered with feeling and art,
1t found a deep welcome home-home in the heart
Its tones were as soft the sigh of the sea
lhat TRANQUILITY murmurs along the sand lea;
And low as the whisper of mutual love
When cynthia pours richly her light from above
At times into volume its measures would roll,
In numbers that startle and kindle the soul;
Then faint as the echo of virginia. 81 III,
Would sink into murmurs to mellow and die
Oh! like the first vision of infautile years,
And cherished affections that childhood endears
VIII sonnet and minstrel and melody find
A home in the heart and throne in the mind.


L. G. L.


Washington, Arks., Nov p, lsiL