ey ran, and with a desperate leap gether plunged into the deep,

r ever more were seen.

g, mournfully, O, mournfully,

e solitude of Binnorie!

VI.

e stream that flows out of the lake,
through the glen it rambles,
peats a moan o'er moss and stone,
r those seven lovely Campbells.
en little Islands, green and bare,
ve risen from out the deep:
e fishers say, those sisters fair
faeries all are buried there,
d there together sleep.

g, mournfully, O, mournfully,

e solitude of Binnorie!

A NEEDLE-CASE IN THE FORM OF A HARP.

THE WORK OF E. M. S.

OWNS are on every Muse's face,
Reproaches from their lips are sent,

That mimicry should thus disgrace
The noble Instrument.

A very Harp in all but size!

Needles for strings in apt gradation! Minerva's self would stigmatize

The unclassic profanation.

Even her own needle, that subdued

Arachne's rival spirit,

Though wrought in Vulcan's happiest mood, Such honor could not merit.

And this, too, from the Laureate's Child,

A living lord of melody!

How will her Sire be reconciled

To the refined indignity?

I spake, when whispered a low voice:

"Bard! moderate your ire;

Spirits of all degrees rejoice
In presence of the lyre.

"The minstrels of Pygmean bands,

Dwarf Genii, moonlight-loving Fays,

Have shells to fit their tiny hands
And suit their slender lays.

Some, still more delicate of ear, Have lutes (believe my words) Whose framework is of gossamer, While sunbeams are the chords.

When strains to lovesick maiden dear,
While in her lonely bower she tries
lo cheat the thought she cannot cheer,
By fanciful embroideries.

Trust, angry Bard! a knowing Sprite,
Nor think the Harp her lot deplores;
Though 'mid the stars the Lyre shine bright,
Love stoops as fondly as he soars."

THE PILGRIM'S DREAM;

OR, THE STAR AND THE GLOWWORM.

PILGRIM, when the summer day
d closed upon his weary way,
odging begged beneath a castle's roof;
him the haughty Warder spurned;
d from the gate the Pilgrim turned,
seek such covert as the field
heath-besprinkled copse might yield,
lofty wood, shower-proof.

paced along; and, pensively.
ting beneath a shady tree,

Whose moss-grown root might serve for couch

or seat,

Fixed on a Star his upward eye.

Then from the tenant of the sky

He turned, and watched, with kindred look,
A Glowworm, in a dusky nook,.
Apparent at his feet.

The murmur of a neighboring stream
Induced a soft and slumbrous dream,

A pregnant dream, within whose shadowy bounds
He recognised the earth-born Star,

And that which glittered from afar;

And (strange to witness!) from the frame
Of the ethereal Orb there came

Intelligible sounds.

Much did it taunt the humble Light,

That now, when day was fled, and night

Hushed the dark earth, fast closing weary eyes,

A very reptile could presume

To show her taper in the gloom,

As if in rivalship with one

Who sat a ruler on his throne

Erected in the skies.

"Exalted Star!" the Worm replied, "Abate this unbecoming pride,

Or with a less uneasy lustre shine;