THE WAY-SIDE SPRING. Fair dweller by the dusty way, Bright saint within a mossy shrine, The earliest blossoms of the year, And not alone to thee is given The homage of the pilgrim's knee; But oft the sweetest birds of heaven Glide down and sing to thee. Here daily from his beechen cell, And here the wagoner blocks his wheels, The reapers rest at noon. And oft the beggar masked with tan, In rusty garments gray with dust, Here sits and dips his little can, And breaks his scanty crust. And lulled beside thy whispering stream, And sees the angel of his dream Dear dweller by the dusty way, Thou saint within a mossy shrine, The tribute of a heart to day, Weary and worn, is thine! THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. GULLS. Pleasant it was to view the sea-gulls strive And breaking billows mix'd their deafening sound, Or from the shore upborne, to see on high While the salt spray, that clashing billows form, GEORGE CRABBE, 1754–1832. THE FOUNTAIN. Into the sunshine, Full of light, Leaping and flashing, Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, When the winds blow! Into the starlight, Rushing in spray, Happy by day! Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary ; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment- Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine, Thy element; Glorious fountain! Let my heart be Upward, like thee! J. R. LOWELL. Fairies. HEY inhabit the interior of green hills, chiefly those of "THEY a conical form, on which they lead their dances by moonlight, impressing upon the surface the marks of circles, which sometimes appear yellow and blasted, sometimes of a deepgreen hue, and within which it is dangerous to sleep or to be found after sunset. "They are heard sedulously hammering in linns, precipices, and rocky or cavernous situations, where, like the dwarfs of the mines, mentioned by Georg. Agricola, they busy themselves in imitating the actions and the various employments. of men. The brook of Beaumont, for example, which passes in its course by numerous linns and caverns, is notorious for being haunted by the Fairies; and the perforated and rounded stones, which are formed by trituration in its channel, are termed, by the vulgar, fairy-cups and dishes. A beautiful rea |