or Samuel Johnson would not have loved him." **H. * * * * * DREAMS. (_For the Mirror_.) We see our joyous home, Where the sapphire waters fall; The porch, with its lone gloom, The bright vines on its wall. The flow'rs, the brooks, and trees, Again are made our own, The woodlands rife with bees, And the curfew's pensive tone. Peace to the marble brow, And the ringlets tinged dark, The heart is sleeping now In a still and holy ark! Sleep hath clos'd the soft blue eye, And unbound the silken tress Their dreams are of the sky, And pass'd is watchfulness. But a sleep they yet shall have, Sunn'd with no vision's glow; A sleep within the grave-- When their eyes are quench'd and low! A glorious rest it is, To earth's lorn children given, Pure as the bridal kiss, To sleep--and wake in heaven! _Deal_. Reginald Augustine * * * * * SCOTCH SONG. (_For the Mirror_.) Gin Lubin shows the ring to me While reavin' Teviot side, And asks me wi' an earnest e'e, To be his bonny bride. At sic a time I canna tell What I to him might say, But as I lo'e the laddie well, I cudna tell him nae. I'd say we twa as yet are young, Wi' monie a day to spare, An' then the suit should drap my tongue That he might press it mair. I'd gae beside the point awhile, Wi' proper laithfu' pride, By lang to partin', wi' a smile, Consent to be his bride. C. Cole. * * * * * The Sketch-Book. * * * * * THE LOVER STUDENT. _A Leaf from the Reminiscences of a Collegian_. (_For the Mirror_.)