This is credited, he informs me, in some parts of North Wales, at the present day. Two men travelling together, happened to be benighted soon after entering a wood, and one of them being fatigued, sat down and slept, but when he awoke could no where discover his companion; thinking he had travelled on, he proceeded, but when he arrived at home, was astonished at the inquiries respecting his fellow, and related that he had lost him while he slept. As there seemed to be a mystery in the case, the relatives of the absent individual went to the village wizard, who informed them that he was in the power and hands of the fairies, but if they would go to the place where he was missed by his companion, just a year after that time, they would see him dancing with them, when they were to rescue him. After the year had elapsed, they went and found it as the conjuror had said;--whereupon one of them dragged the man out of the ring, who immediately asked if it was not better to proceed home, imagining it was the same night, and that he was with his companion. One of the people presented him with some victuals, which he began to eat, but had no sooner done so, than he mouldered away. Wishing the juvenile author all success in his future essays, we commend his present work to the lovers of superstitious lore, and to the substantial notice of the very reverend personage already alluded to. * * * * * THE GATHERER. A snapper up of unconsidered trifles. SHAKSPEARE. * * * * * THE REFORM BILL. (_For the Mirror_.) The debate relating to the Reform Bill lasted _seven_ nights. There are many curious circumstances attached to the number _seven_--viz. the _seven_ golden candlesticks, the _seven_ wise men of the east, the _seven_ colours, the _seven_ sounds, the _seven_ stars, the _seven_ wonders of the world. Ancient Rome was built upon _seven_ hills, &c. The gift of prophecy and the power of healing is attributed to the _seventh_ son of a _seventh_ son. When the several members rose late, or rather early in the morning on the _seventh_ night's debate on the Reform Bill, the House caught the idea of Macbeth, and exclaimed, "Another yet! a _seventh_! I'll see no more'!"--and the _House of Russell dispersed the House of Commons_. P.T.W. * * * * * EPITAPH. The following lines were written by my father, on the death of his first child, who died in infancy:--W.H.H. Nipt in the bud, the father's hope here sleeps, And o'er her first-born child the mother weeps. Why weep! the disencumber'd soul that's flown Now shines another cherub round the throne! Ah! who can tell what cares, what hopes, what fears, Had been the portion of its lengthen'd years? A better lot proportion'd Heaven design'd, And bade it leave this sin-fraught world behind! * * * * * PATRIOTISM.