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, THE EARLY GALLOI
Written the taddle .onyke crown of my hat.)
'. At five on a dewjr morning,
Before the blazing dar,
To be up and off on a high mettled hdrs
Over the hills away,: .. ,: , -' . t f -j
Todrjlnk the sweet breach of the porse h
And bathe in the bre'cjte of tht Downs,
Ha! man, if you can, mitch bliss like -this
, In all the joys of towns! !
With glad and grateful tongue to join ,'j
'.' Tbe lirkat his matin hyrfn, h '-.V
And thence on faith's own wiipff-to sprin g
And sing with Cherubim l .
To pray from a deep and! tender hear :,
"With all thing praying anew, j
The birds and the bees, and the hispcring trees
And heather bedroptjith dew!,j i' j .
To be one with those early worshipers
And pour the p;ean too I V
And a bounding heart jwithiti,
To dash at'a gallop over the plain,
i ilealth's golden cup toi win ! 1
This, this is the race for gain and grace j
; Richer than vases and f rowns .; I
And you that boast yourj: pleasures the most
Amid the steam of towns, ,
Come taste true bliss in a morning like this,
.". G allbping over the Downs ! : ' . , ;
MISTE, PRINCE OF FOGGE.
. The fahy MyrtilUt wal getting rc.t.1'
fhr a trin to Fairv-land.' ; Her ntouse-skin
cloak was .wariiiingjby the fire, her char-
lot was before tho
door, and her team
of blood-beetles s
amniiig themselves
nearly out of the harness iu their impa
tience, while she herself was putting on
her mullcn-leaf leggiilg, for it was as yet
early spring, and he jwcatheii was somc
what cool. - . , V. ' I
Qiioth Lilla, her, god-daijghtcr, pout
ing, "Every ono goes to Fairy-land.
Not a paltry flower or vagabond sunbeam
but has something to tell of its rosy gatcs
and diamond palaces : only 1 must, mope
at home. " T .
But answered her goJmother, " Pa
tience ! There arc peojle who go to Fai-ry-land,
and there are those to whom it
comes. Keep the doors last and let no
one in; for'tho sprites of the forest .are
evorrrfidy fnrmfMfnJof; anl havnan e
on those spider spinners. I They faro sc
long about the coverlets that tho Queen
is getting impatient.- If you arc lonely,
talk to tho birds or practice yW dancing,
and we shalhseo what we hhfdl sec. "
Now Myrtilla's eloquenco, fikc that of
mortals, was vcrjatisfactory to herself;
and, putting on her mouso-skin cloak, .she
whirled away over the trc-tops, so well
satisfied with herself thatsho must needs
atop the goblin of the brook and a sprito
or two of tho mist, that she happened to
meet to tell them how " Stciua's god
daughter ruled hcrhouso, and Muta had
runaway with a feay young Northern
Light, whilo Lilla was cojitent pstay at
homo arid 6pin, and never. even guessod
that she was fair." vih. . ' I'
But . Lilla sat looking into the cedar
wood lire, and saying, " I am : tired of
talking to the birds, who tell nio nothing
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but how thq young lib
jus arc coming bnjl
and what Iktle eaves-droppers arc the
rens, ana ivnat airs the Oriole takes;
and as for my dancing, the very mention
reminds nuj of that ridicnloiifl P'hhitraAft
hopper, with his green tights, and his lit
tle fiddle, and bis everlasting whir-i
ma'm'selle that is tbb very nir of the
Fairy (tieed; and as for the iSpiders, I
am axj-uio oi ineni. .'A bey look us if they
tuuiu CUU llll-j up.' j j
And the fire roared the words up the
chimney, and the pine? that stood thick
about tho old castlo caught it up, and
whispered about it till the zephyrs got
hold of it, anjl tliese told it to the brooks,1
and presently there wasn't so much as a
violet in the forest, that had not heard
how Lilla was discontented and moping
in the old castle; and there aroso such a
buzzing, and Kumming, and whispering
on the subject, that Lilla, hearing it, bo
gan to wonder what it was all 'about.
Bo she called to a Sparrow, passing by ;
and said tlie Soarrow. I
There is a IFairv Priu
rmcc cominir hith-
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But LilLi answered.
u The Prince NvhatcA'er that! mav be.
must go j further, then ; for godmother
badp ine open the doors to none j
And sitting lnvn at the guidon whecl,"
she began i to spin stuff for pany-leaves,
pinging tho while the Songof the Giants
of Fire ; yet ever and anon nhe caught
herrtelf wonderjng whatj like was this
Fairy Prince ; for in her whole life she
had seen one but her godmother; aud
while nlio was singing came hosisof wild
sunleains arjd tittering flower-sprites,
tappitigat the window ; but Lilla hardly
Htopped to shako i her head at them, for
she knew! their" j tricks 6t; old ;' and then
the wind went arxmt -Uie-cme, urvoiist
eicry door alid
iRgito blow the
casement, audi threatcn-
roof off; but '.Lilla 6tint
ell her song none the more for that, for
the castle was charmed- withra fairy spell,
ami would Open to noue without her
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I The day went on and drew toward the
close ; and though there are five hundred
verses in the Song .of the limits, Lilla
had sung them all ; and thuugh there was
sthfV for- six hundred thousand pansics,
she spun i so fast that no'w, atrjtwilight,
they were done. The stir and -whisper,
too, in the forest had .'quite died away ;
and, as Lilla sat before the fir
e, sno oe-
gan once more to wonder wha
t; the Spar-
row meant bv his; Fairy Prince
Came just then a soft tap at
iho door.
Who is there V'? cried Lilla
u MistH' Prince of Foggc " answered a
voice,!" who Ik'.m traveled, thither from
Fairy-land for love of you." j : .
''Alas;!" returned Lilla, "you must go
away. 1 am bidden to keep the doors
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"1 saw your godmother in Fairy
land," pui-sued; the sweet voice. " The
Fairy (iiceii has t:ken t violet stock
ings of late, and none but Myj-tilla can
shape them. She has three days' work
before hr." ' -:: j: . .
I dare not"' pii:hel Lilla.
" Then 1 nnit die. Fairy princes, and'
specially the children of the; wist, always
die for l6yo." : r -. t
" Why do you love me ?"
15eciiue you have hair like sunbeams,
and eyes like a June heaven at noon, and
a sweeter voice than any Fay in Fairy
dom." ' " '' ' I', . 'I
Now Lilla knew all tho talcs in tho
book of the Sages and tho Song of the
Hiants, and the Fables of the irds ; but
none of these were half so witty and in
teresting! as-a prince (whatever that
tnight be) who couhl tell her, You are
so lovely that all must love you. How
then canj you blame, me J"' A.nd if sho
were only quite sure that her godmother
was busyi with violet stockings and think
ing nothing of her J j
ltw:is very still without : what if he
were dead lie had t-aid that lie should
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die of lore f IK-'could bo cer
I tain that hi odmotber would nft
find
her out And Jiut her up for a thousand
years with tT-Witch of tho Sea. or jack
Frostl :. . " :
Just then on owl began with his great
coarse voic I
"Towhiti to who! Hero is, a fine fool
of a Fairy Prince dying for a . girl ' who
a look at j ! ;
" I "am g'nig to open tho doorr'.CrieJ
Lilla, angriy.
hat the words were hardly, uttered
when a handsome young man stood be
fore her; A j
" ITour vEl9 not the door, was between
us' he ai j, wtth a cold smile that made
Lilla (thcrjrh she could hardly tell why)
wish himwell outside again. She had
not timeyfrowever, for a word, for just
then camis tremendous prancing of bee
tles, and k bouncing at the door. My r
tilla had cone back.
Then L21a wrung her hnnds and cried
to the fireV" Hide him ! but, Xo," said
the fire, J should burn him." -
And she ran to the fountain and pray
ed it to shelter him ; but, No,'' 'gurgled
the nvmj;h, 1 should! drown hint:'
V Then "raid the Princoj " have no fear '
and, wratihg his clock about him, be
came invisible. I !
,3Iyrtiii meanwhile "was in a rajre.
" J.etnic in !" she. cried, thumiing at
the door. " I hear you whispering with-
Lilla went trembling land undid the
oor.
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Now I've caught you!" exclaimed
her godmother, bouncing in, but stopped
short insurpriso at seeing Lilla quite
22LasflaJaa8 been aei-ft," . sue
inn of iLfand vet tho wm.m Iihs riot beou
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drawn. Jxhe door-stono was charmed,
and it was echoing with a strange foot
step, and yet I sec no prints on the.floor,
which Is like snow fOr every foot but
yours and mine;."
u know nothing of your -bird, and
brooks, and '.charmed door-stones,' an
swered Lilla. "For all company I have
had the hooting of an old pwl who lives
in the pi no yonder. 'Perhaps, hoveyer,
he is kv Prince in dinguise'
" Prince? how know you that, there is
such -fi'tkmg : .asked the fairy, sharply.
Lilla sat - down at her empty wheel
and began to spin in a Vjiolent hurry, j
" AVhat re you doing there W de
manded Myrtilla. ' Sp nning air
"1 watt to keep in praetice."
j Here the Prince, who, ihough invisible,
hovered about her, gave her hand a gen
tle sqiiecto, at which sho tried out, " ph !"
v Whit is the matter piow V said her
godmother. , J
Notling; I was only thinking of the
Spiders, who havo droned all -day'
" but what made you blush t '
, AVhstis that f saidJ.illa
never h lard the word."
have
Huaph !"i returned the fairy ;? H is a
won i t nsi goes w;tn pnncv ; a!i
sit-
tingdwn, she began to pull off Iter
len-1. at' begins. I
mill-
" Dca? Lilla1' whispered Princo Mistc,
" will ym coinc with me I
Hel mo off with these," cried
tilla, at tho samo moment.
"Yes love,;' answered -Lilla,. aloud.
quite forgetting what she was about ; on
wnich ler goamotner lumpea up in a
passion End boxed her cars.
! " Arejyou out of your wits? Mo to
your robm and stay there. YesJ love,
indeed . J ' . "! '
Lilla ibeyed, weeping ; but hardly had
she cloid the'door when Miste, who lnul
followed her, took shape again and stood
beforo her. j 1 1 , -j , -r
"Are'yon ready to come?' he aske 1.
"Alair sighed Lilla, tho d(ors are
fastj ani I have no wings that I can Es
cape through the windows. I must now
aim my eyes with weeping, ana spin
prickly thistle sheets, or inuilen leaves,
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that arc more hatefiil Mill. Sinte. how.
ever, I shall see you no laqre, m Trine
it hardly matters.
So q$c pise will evc-r
love mc, or know t
eyes at all."
iat 1 have hair aDd
At this the owl cfnnracjiccd again.
'Lilla has had her cars bd'xed. and is
going to ue I likoli great sehfwl-girlV
"1 wish I were Tdtad !' she sobbed.
pulling at her golden hair for spite.
"Letter become as' I km," said tho
Un Lilla s finger was an opal holding a
jet yf name, that quivereil and leaped
continually, and paled nnlv at the ap
proach of danger. Looking at it now tho
kw that it had vrown diiu, and druw
back. ', f ; j
" Oh ! you believe in stones rather
than in me," said .Mis tit-, scornfully, float
ifig out at the window. 'r.
'' Jioo! hoo!" cried the owl, "leave
h; r; Prince Mistc,to spin and got her eara
boxed It is what she is tit for." ; '
"Stop!? exclaimed Lilla, " I will I be
come as you are whatever that may be."
Tho cloud returned, it wrapped her
round, it seemed to penetrate her with
cold ami dread. The flame in the opal
had gono out and was dead, like her heart
that seemed turning to ico. She herself
was losing shape and outline ; her round-
cd limbs, her bright hair, her lovely face,
fading into mist, till, like a breath, she
floated from the window into the forest.
quivering all about her with, ominous
laughter.
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Once there the winds seized her. They
hunted her across wild jmoors and fear
ful waslcs ; sho was shuddering with
cofd and terror, orn by'jagged rocks and
boughs, longing for rest. .::'- ;J
'Let us stop here' she cried, "and
- , nvo me back niy shanc P -I
came jas i. .ma yuvrmnTTST ToTm oticcr
gone it is lost forever lor, the sprites of
the mist change not in' essence. They
are" always cold at heart .; they find no
rest ; they are the sport of-every brceio ;
and they flee before all things. You
must abide by'the choice you haVc made."
So ; Lilla wanders over desolate, seas
and barren hills, a mist wreath forever.
WHAT CAME OF A POCKET, HAND
j: KERCHIEF. 1 , -Within
a few weeks there died in one of the
towns of IJristol County, a man leaving property
to the amount of sixty thousand dollars, who in
his youthful days was tlie owner of a nine-pfnny
cpttoh 'handkerchief, which, like many au object
of more importanceluxsit? own histrry. jUpon
one balmy day in August, wlien whortleberries
were ripe aud mus'juitnes were plenty, he in
company with other juveniles of eitht-r sex made
an excursion for berries. Among them was one
rosy lass who was exceedingly annoyed by the
numerous bills presented, and whose white! neck
rebelled against their acceptance ; but ncverthe
Irss the afo esald cotton flag was offered and ac
cepted as a protection ; worn home that night,
fl.mtv.. Tsidjeahd forgotten. JThe ir! grew into
wotr.anliout, married and waj happy in her for
getfulness of the "cotton, loan," and its embroi
dered and freckled owner. Jot so with html
As year succeeded year and his " pile" itcreasedr
that investment troubled .Limy. until, not long
since, ho nwdc a certain resolution. Next day
there was at the lady's residence tho miser'
nervous knk, and ; withutit 'ihtrfnluction or
parley, he reminded her of the loan which forty
years s he hal forgotten, and informed her that
upon a caTeful calculation of the: debt, he made
the loan and interest arnmmt to the exact sum of
cighty-feven cents ! which he suggested she
would, perhaps, be wjlling to repay In reply
he was told that it would ive her pleasure to
discharge her indebtedness to him for - even w
email a sum; and that niht an addition of eighty
seven cents was bade to his "pile.'' The fore
going incident is true.
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