The glorious day and darkness. I had kissed The wooing bliss before me, but that then Crawled forth the venomous reptile from the folds Where still it harbored—crawled across that shrine Of Beauty’s best perfections, which, meseemed, To shrink and shudder ’neath its loathly march, Instinct with all the horrors at my heart. _Augustus._ Thus Guilt and Shame deform the Beautiful! * * * * * THE FAIRIES’ SONG. BY HEINRICH. Stars are twinkling bright above us, Music calls us on; Shades of eve that guard and love us, Veil the hallowed lawn; Hand in hand, All the band, Dance we till the breaking dawn! Hark! the gently swelling measure! Twine the magic rings! Dance, while lasts our nightly pleasure, While the bluebells ring; And above, ’Mid the grove, Nightingales in chorus sing. Far away all human voices! Spirits far away! Naught but Fairy Elf rejoices Where the Fairies play; Play and dance, ’Neath the glance Of the moon’s reflected ray! Faster! Faster! Night is waning; All must end with night. Russet clouds of morn are staining Phœbe’s silvery light; Sisters, hark! ’Twas the lark! Fairies! Fairies! Take to flight. * * * * * THE TWO COUSINS; A MAS-SA-SANGA LEGEND OF WESTERN CANADA. BY G. COPWAY, OR KAH-GE-GA-GAH-BOWH. There lived among the hills of the North two most intimate friends, who appeared to have loved each other from the hour of their earliest childhood. In summer they lived by a beautiful lake, in autumn on the banks of a noble river. In appearance they were nearly similar, apparently of the same age as they were of the same size. In their early days a good old Indian woman attended to their wants, and cared for their wigwam. Together they strolled among the green woods and shared the results of their ramblings. Years passed by, and manhood came. They used larger bows and arrows. One day the old lady took them by her side and said—“The nation to which we belong fasts, and now I want you to fast, that you may become great hunters.” So they fasted. As spring advanced they killed a great many wild ducks, and kept the old woman of the wigwam busy. In the latter part of the year they killed large numbers of beavers, with the furs of which they clothed their grandmother and themselves. In their journey one day they made an agreement, to the effect, that if when they fasted the gods were kindly disposed toward one, he would inform the other. In the fall they were far from the rivers, but yet moved toward the north, where, as they knew, the bears most resorted.