To see the birds flit to and fro

Along the dark-green reedy edge;
Or fish leap up to catch the fly ;
Or list the viewless wind pass by,
Leaving its voice amid the sedge.

The green and breezy hills-Away!
My heart is light, my foot is free
And, resting on the topmost peak,
The freshening gale shall fan my cheek;
The hills were ever dear to me!

I stand upon the mountain's brow,
A monarch in this region wide;
I and the grey-faced mountain-sheep
The solitary station keep,

As living thing were none beside.

"Tis summer eve, a gentle hour;

The west is rich in sombre sheen; And, 'mid the garden's leafy trees, Springs up a cool refreshing breeze;

And the pale stars are faintly seen.

The white owl with his downy wings And hooded head goes slowly by; The hawk-moth sits upon the flowers; And through the silent evening hours

The little brooks make melody.

And, walking 'mid the folded flowers,
At summer midnight, shalt thou feel
A softened heart, a will subdued,
A holy sense of gratitude,

An influence from the Source of Good,
The bitterest griefs to heal.

A CABINET PICTURE.

A GRACEFUL form, a gentle mien, Sweet eyes of witching blue, Dimples where young Love nestles in Around a "cherry mou":"

The temper kind, the taste refined,
A heart nor vain nor proud,
A face, the mirror of her mind,
Like sky without a cloud:

A fancy pure as virgin snows,
Yet playful as the wind;
A soul alive to other's woes,
But to her own resigned.

This gentle portraiture to frame
Required not FANCY's art:
But do not ask the lady's name
"Tis hidden in my heart.

P.

THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY

ASTOR, LENOX AND
TILDEN FOUNDATIONS.

Ir was on a very beautiful day in the end of October, when on my way back from Hildsburghausen to Weimar, I happened to pass through a wild and seldom explored valley of the Thuringian mountains. On this excursion, I had the good fortune to fall into company with an intelligent Jäger, one of the Prince of Meinungen's under-foresters, of whom it might well be said, that he "knew every haunted dell and bosky bourne of that wild wood," and if we came in sight of any old ruin, or trod any remarkable spot of ground, he was generally prepared with his traditionary legend. Thus my time was agreeably beguiled, till towards the close of the second day, we found ourselves in the lonely glen already mentioned. Naturally, the scene was both beautiful and romantic. A clear and rapid stream enlivened the valley, which towards the south, extended for some distance into a level plain, while on the north-west, the hills rose abruptly. The ground was diversified here and there with such patches of