"Day by day, o'er tower and turret, In foul weather and in fair-- Day by day, in vaster numbers, Flocked the poets of the air. "On the tree whose heavy branches Overshadowed all the place-- On the pavement; on the tomb-stone, On the poet's sculptured face: "There they sang their merry carols, Sang their lauds on every side; And the name their voices uttered, Was the name of Vogelweid. "'Till at length the portly abbot Murmured, 'Why this waste of food, Be it changed to loaves henceforward. For our fasting brotherhood.' "Then in vain o'er tower and turret, From the walls and woodland nests. When the minster bell rang noontide, Gathered the unwelcome guests. "Then in vain, with cries discordant, Clamorous round the gothic spire. Screamed the feathered Minnesingers For the children of the choir. "Time has long effaced the inscription On the cloister's funeral stones; And tradition only tells us Where repose the poet's bones. "But around the vast cathedral, By sweet echoes multiplied, Still the birds repeat the legend, And the name of Vogelweid." EDUCATION.--The striving of modern fashionable education is to make the character impressive; while the result of good education, though not the aim, would be to make it expressive. There is a tendency in modern education to cover the fingers with rings, and at the same time to cut the sinews at the wrist. The worst education, which teaches self denial, is better than the best which teaches every thing else, and not that.--_Tales and Essays by John Sterling._ [From Household Words.] GHOST STORIES--AN INCIDENT IN THE LIFE OF MAD^{LLE} CLAIRON. The occurrence related in the letter which we are about to quote, is a remarkable instance of those apparently supernatural visitations which it has been found so difficult (if not impossible) to explain and account for. It does not appear to have been known to Scott, Brewster, or any other English writer who has collected and endeavored to expound those ghostly phenomena.