THE MUSE.
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FThe following beautiful efluson, re- markable for its simplicity as well as Its Dathos, we extract from the last number ol Magazine.

 THE FAIRY,s BURIAL. Where shall our sister resta

 Where shall we bury her? To the graves silent breast

 Soon we must hurry herf Gone is the beauty now

 From her cold bosom Down droops her livid brow,

 Like wan blossom Not to those white lips cling Smiles or caresses. Dull Is the rainbow wing,

 Dim the bright tresses. Death now hath claimed his spoii- MS, Fling the pail over her; Lap we earth's Highest soil, Wherewith to cover her! Where down in wonder vale

 Lilies are growing, Mourners the pure and paie,

 Sweet tears bestowing Morning and evening dews Will they shed o'er her; Each night their task renews ~ How to deplore her! Here let the fern grass grow, With it's green drooping Let the narcissus blow,

 Oier the wave stooping! n Let the brook wander by,

 Monrnfully singing! Let the wind murmur nigh, Sad echoes bringing And when the moonbeams shower, Tend CT and holy, Light on the haunted hour

 Which is ours solely, Then we will seek the spot Where thou art sleeping, Holding thee nnforgot

 With our long weeping!