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Tidings to Richard Penlake were brought

That his good wife was dead : Now shall we toll for her poor soul

The great church-bell? they said.

Toll at her burying, quoth Richard Penlake,

Toll at her burying, quoth he; But don't disturb the ringers now In compliment to me.

R.S. Y.

Tbe MORNING MIST.

Look, WILLIAM, how the morning mists

Have covered all the scene,
Nor house nor hill canst thou behold,

Grey wood, or meadow green.

The distant spire across the vale

These floating vapours shroud, Scarce are the neighbouring poplars seen,

Pale shadowed in the cloud.

But seest thou, William, where the mists

Sweep o'er the southern sky, The dim effulgence of the sun

That lights them as they fly?

Soon shall that glorious orb of day

In all his strength arise, And roll along his azure way,

Thro' clear and cloudless skies:

Then shall we see across the vale

The village spire so white, And the

grey

wood and meadow green Shall live again in light.

So, William, from the moral world

The clouds shall pass away ;
The light that struggles thro' them now

Shall beam eternal day.

ERTHUSYO.

To tbe BURNIE * BEE.

Blythe son of summer, furl thy filmy wing,

Alight beside me on this bank of moss ; Yet to its sides the lingering shadows cling,

And sparkling dews the dark-green tufts imboss.

Here may'st thou freely quaff the nectar'd sweet

That in the violet's purple chalice hides, Here on the lily scent thy fringed feet,

Or with the wild-thymes balm anoint thy sides.

Back o'er thy shoulders throw those ruby shards

With many a tiny coal-black freckle deckt, My watchful look thy loitering saunter guards,

My ready hand thy footstep shall protect.

* A provincial name of the beetle coccinella, or lady-bird. Daunted by me beneath this trembling bough

On forked wing no greedy swallow sails, No hopping sparrow pries for food below,

Nor evet lurks, nor dusky blindworm trails.

Nor shall the swarthy gaoler for thy way

His grate of twinkling threads successful strain, With venom'd trunk thy writhing members slay,

Or from thy heart the reeking life's-blood drain.

Forego thy wheeling in the sunny air

Thy glancing to the envious insects round, To the dim calmness of my bower repair,

Silence and Coolness keep its hallowed ground.

Here to the elves who sleep in flowers by day

Thy softest hum in lulling whispers pour, Or o'er the lovely band thy shield display

When blue-eyed twilight sheds her dewy shower.

So shall the fairy-train by glow-worm light

With rainbow tints thy folding pennons fret, Thy scaly breast in deeper azure dight,

Thy burnish'd armour speck with glossier jet.

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