This tale is imitated rather than translated from a fragment introduced in Goethe's "Claudina von Villa Bella," where it is sung by a member of a gang of banditti to engage the attention of the family, while his companions break into the castle. It owes any little merit it may possess to my friend Mr. Lewis, to whom it was sent in an extremely rude state; and who, after some material improvement, published it in his "Tales of Wonder." [The poem follows.] _Port Folio_, IV-134, Aug. 29, 1807, Phila. [Goethe, _Claudine von Villa Bella_, Act II. Song by "Rugantino" (Karlos von Castellvecchio). M. G. Lewis, _Tales of Wonder_.] THE LASS OF FAIR WONE. From the German of Buerger. _Charms of Lit._, p. 103, 1808, Trenton. [Also in _Phila. Minerva_, II, Dec. 17, 1796, Phila.] THE WOODEN LEG. [b]. A Swiss Idyll. By GESSNER. [Prose translation.] _Charms of Lit._, p. 401, 1808, Trenton. [S. Gessner, _Das hölzerne Bein_.] FROM THE GERMAN OF GESNER. Hail, Morning, to thy rising beam That gilds with light the mountain's brow, And shines and glitters in the stream That winds along the vale below! Joy, and health, and glad delight Await thy steps, thy march pursue; The Zephyr now that slept the night In flowers that weep beneath the dew, His plumes with new-born vigour tries, And lifts him from his balmy bed; And dreams that round the wearied eyes Of mortals hover'd, now are fled. Haste, ye Gales, and thro' the air Waft the sweets from every flower, And wave your wings around my Fair, What slumbers in yon rosy bower; Paint o'er her lips and cheek's bright hues, And heave upon her heaving breast, And when yo've chas'd Sleep's balmy dews, And gently burst the bonds of rest, Oh whisper to her list'ning ear, That e'er bright Morn had deck'd the sky, These streams beheld me shed the tear, And heard me pour for her the sigh! _Lady's Weekly Misc._, VII-112, June 11, 1808, N. Y. [S. Gessner, _Morgenlied_.] MORNING SONG. (Morgenlied) from the German of Gesner.