She promised to send a donation. Nothing more was heard from her for a couple of weeks, when one morning the ladies assembled in the vestry-room of the church received a large basket from the elderly maiden lady. On opening it, they found three dozen starched muslin, night-cape, with frills all round them, bows and long strings. 'Did you ever?' asked Miss G----. 'I declare Miss---- has set her Caps for the soldiers in earnest this time. * * * * * We select the following as the best proposed completion of the unfinished poem by Fitz-James O'Brien, published in our July number: _Detroit, Mich., June 22d, 1862._ EDITORS OF CONTINENTAL: As you do not give the conclusion of that 'Watching the Stag,' I propose to finish it in this wise: 'Watching my face with half-closed eyes,' As I lean my head on the dappled stag That stiffens beneath a windward crag. His flanks are black with the hardened sweat, And a film has clouded his eye of jet; While a round, red wound that oozes still,' Tells of his fate and my marksman's skill. Oh! the granite crags shall no longer feel His fleet hoofs ringing like steel on steel, And shepherd shall never again espy His antlers painted against the sky! The mountain tarn, so lone and cold, The delicate shadow no more shall hold; The fleetness has died in each rigid limb, And never shall dun hound follow him! Stanch Hela blinks as she half recalls That savage chase through the mountain-walls, And growls as she dreams how her white teeth sank With a thirsty grip in his shuddering flank. Dream on, good dog! through the night so chill, Till sunrise surges over the hill, Till the heather glows and the peaks are gay, And then for our mountain-home hurra! * * * * * We are indebted to L. H. Brook, of Cambridge for a version of * * * * * MARGARET'S SONG. FROM 'FAUST.' Meine Ruh' ist hin, My peace is gone; Mein Herz ist schwer, My heart is sore; Ich finde sie nimmer I find it never Und nimmermehr. And nevermore. Wo ich ihn nicht hab', Where him I crave, Ist mir das Grab; To me's the grave; Die gauze Welt The world and all Ist mir vergaellt. Seems turned to gall. Mein armer Kopf My wretched head Ist mir verrueckt, Seems going mad; Mein armer Sinn My wretched mind Ist mir zerstueckt. Is torn and sad. Nach ihm nur schau' ich For him I look Zum Fenster hinaus, The casement out; Nach ihm nur geh' ich Him only seek Aus dem Haus. The town about. Sein hoher Gang, His lofty step, Sein' edle Gestalt. His noble form; Seines Mundes Laecheln, The smile of his mouth, Seiner Augen Gewalt. His eye's strong charm.