"The first impression which I experienced on beholding the lady was one of fear. I have stated how completely she--or, to speak more properly, her nose--stood between me and Mr. Hookey, and felt appalled in no small degree at so extraordinary a circumstance. There is something inexpressibly awful in a _lunar_ eclipse, and a _solar_ one is still more overpowering, but neither the one nor the other could be compared to the _nasal_ eclipse effected by Miss Snooks. So much for my first impressions: now for the second. They were those of boundless admiration, and--." Most unfortunately, just as the gentleman had got to this part of his story, the coach stopped at the principal inn of Hamilton, and he there left it, after bowing politely to me, and wishing me a pleasant ride for the rest of the journey.--_Fraser's Magazine._ * * * * * SANDY HARG. The night-star shines clearly, The tide's in the bay, My boat, like the sea-mew, Takes wing and away. Though the pellock rolls free Through the moon-lighted brine, The silver-finn'd salmon And herling are mine-- My fair one shall taste them, May Morley of Larg, I've said and I've sworn it, Quoth young Sandy Harg. He spread his broad net Where, 'tis said, in the brine, The mermaidens sport Mid the merry moonshine: He drew it and laugh'd, For he found 'mongst the meshes A fish and a maiden, With silken eyelashes-- And she sang with a voice Like May Morley's of Larg, "A maid and a salmon For young Sandy Harg!" Oh, white were her arms, And far whiter her neck-- Her long locks in armfuls Overflow'd all the deck: One hand on the rudder She pleasantly laid, Another on Sandy, And merrily said-- "Thy halve-net has wrought thee A gallant day's darg-- Thou'rt monarch of Solway, My young Sandy Harg." Oh, loud laugh'd young Sandy, And swore by the mass, "I'll never reign king, But mid gowans and grass:" Oh, loud laugh'd young Sandy, And swore, "By thy hand, My May Morley, I'm thine, Both by water and land! 'Twere marvel if mer-woman, Slimy and slarg, Could rival the true love Of young Sandy Harg." She knotted one ringlet. Syne knotted she twain, And sang--lo! thick darkness Dropp'd down on the main-- She knotted three ringlets, Syne knotted she nine, A tempest stoop'd sudden And sharp on the brine, And away flew the boat-- There's a damsel in Larg Will wonder what's come of thee Young Sandy Harg. "The sky's spitting fire," Cried Sandy--"and see! Green Criffel reels round, And will choke up the sea; From their bottles of tempest The fiends draw the corks, Wide Solway is barmy, Like ale when it works; There sits Satan's daughter, Who works this dread darg, To mar my blythe bridal" Quoth young Sandy Harg.