A bright creation, a shadowy ray,
Fading and flitting in mist away,
Nothing to gaze on, and nothing to hear,
But something to cheat the eye and ear
With a fond conception and joy of both,
So that you might, that hour, be loth
To change for some one's sweetest kiss
The visions of unenduring bliss,
Or lose for some one's sweetest tone,
The murmur thou drinkest all alone-
If such a vision hath ever been thine,
Thou hast a heart that may look on mine!

PRAED.

Beech Tree.

To dream of the beech tree is an omen of peace and

prosperity.

ARTEMIDORus.

Oн leave this barren spot to me;
Spare, Woodman, spare the beechen tree!
Though shrub or floweret never grow
My wan unwanning shade below,
Nor fruits of glossy autumn born
My green and glossy leaves adorn,
Nor murmuring tribes from me derive
The ambrosial treasures of the hive,
Yet leave this little spot to me;
Spare, Woodman, spare the beechen tree!

Thrice twenty summers I have stood
In bloomless fruitless solitude;
Since childhood in my rustling bower
First spent its sweet and sportive hour,
Since youthful lovers in my shade
Their vows of truth and rapture paid,
And on my trunk's surviving frame
Carved many a long-forgotten name;
Oh! by the vows of gentle sound
First breathed upon this sacred ground,
By all that Love hath whispered here
Or Beauty heard with ravished ear,
As Love's own altar honour me,-
Spare, Woodman, spare the beechen tree!

CAMPBELL.

Beer and Ale.

A sign of good fortune if clear, but a sad omen if turbid."

GERMAN DREAM BOOK.

IN a jolly field of barley good King Cambrinus slept, And dreaming of his thirsty realm the merry monarch wept,

"In all my land of Netherland there grows no mead or

wine,

And water I could never coax adown this throat of mine.

"Now list to me, ye heathen gods, and eke ye Christian too,
Both Zerneboch and Jupiter, and Mary clad in blue;
And mighty Thor the Thunderer, and any else that be,
The one who aids me in my need, his servant I will be."

And as this sinful heathen all in the barley lay,

There came in dreams an angel bright who soft these words did say,

"Arise, thou poor Cambrinus, for even all around,

In the barley where thou sleepest a nectar may be found.

"In the barley where thou sleepest there hides a nectar clear,

Which men shall know in later times as PORTER, ALE, or BEER:"

Then in terms the most explicit he "put the monarch through,"

And gave him ere the dream was out the recipè to brew.

Uprose good king Cambrinus and shook him in the sun. "Away, ye wretched heathen gods-with you I'm quit and done!

Ye've left me with my subjects in error and in thirst; Till in our dreadful dryness we scarce know which is worst."

It was the good Cambrinus unto his palace went,
And messengers through all the land unto his lords he

sent,

"Leave Odin under pain of death!"-his orders were

severe,

Yet touched with mildness-for he sent the recipe for beer.

Oh then a merry sound was heard of building through the land,

And the churches and the breweries went up on every

hand;

For the masons they were hard at work where'er a spot

seemed pat,

And some had bricks within their hods-and some within

their hats.

C. G. LELAND.

Hiuggum vier med hiorve
Hit hlæger mig iafnam
Thad Balldur fadur bekke
Buna veit eg at sumlum
Drekum BIOR ad bragde
Ur piukvidium hausa
Syter ei drengur vid dauda
Dyrs ad Fiolins husum
Ei kem ek med eidru
Ord till Vidris hallar.

We fought with swords; this fills me still with joy, because I know a banquet is preparing by the father of the gods. Soon in the splendid hall of Odin we shall drink BEER out of the skulls of our enemies. A brave man shrinks not at death. I shall utter no repining words as I approach the palace of the gods.

DEATH SONG OF REGNER LODBROG.

BEER-um si sit clearum est sincerum,

ALE-um si sit stale-um non est malum.

RAY'S PROVERBS.

BOHEMIAN BEER SONG.

"Kde ge sládek, tam ge mládek,

Tam ge taky piwowárek;

Kde se piwo warj

Tam se dobře darj:

Pugd'me tam a pjme ho
Až do rána bjlého!"

Where they brew you'll find a crew
Of jolly boys, and the brewer too.

Where they boil and make it,
Is the best place to take it:
There we'll drink and there we'll go,
Till the morning white doth grow!

Beer we'll drink until we wink,
Go it gayly,-never think!

Be jolly all together,

We're birds of one same feather-
There we'll drink and there we'll go,
Till the morning white doth grow!

Drink good beer and never fear,
Love the girls both far and near!
That's the way to do it,

Merrily get through it:

There we'll drink and there we'll go,
Till the morning white doth grow!

Glass in hand, for fatherland,
King and native tongue we stand,
Sound it out, ye youth,

Long live Bohemian truth!

There we'll drink and there we'll go,

Till the morning white doth grow!

Translated from the Cech-Slavonian or Bohemian by CHARLES G. LEland.

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