field to field, increasing my stock, and bringing up a numerous family with credit. My dear wife, who was my faithful partner through so much distress, continues to share my prosperous state; and few couples in the kingdom, I believe, have more cause to be thankful for their lot than ourselves.

THE BRAVE DOG GELERT.

THE spearman heard the bugle sound,
And cheerly smiled the morn,
And many a brach and many a hound,
Attend Lewellyn's horn.

And still he blew a louder blast,

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And gave a louder cheer

Come, Gelert, why art thou the last
Lewellyn's horn to hear?

"Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam,
The flower of all his race:

So true, so brave-a lamb at home,
A lion in the chase?

'Twas only at Lewellyn's board

The faithful Gelert fed;

He watched, he served, he cheered his lord,
And sentinelled his bed.

In sooth, he was a peerless hound,

The gift of royal John;

But now no Gelert could be found,

And all the chase rode on.

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And now, as over rocks and dells
The gallant chidings rise,
All Snowdon's craggy chaos yells
With many mingled cries.

That day Lewellyn little loved
The chase of hart or hare ;
And scant and small the booty proved,
For Gelert was not there.

Unpleased, Lewellyn homeward hied;
When near the royal seat,
His truant Gelert he espied,
Bounding his lord to greet.

But, when he gained his castle door,
Aghast the chieftain stood;

The hound was smeared with gouts of gore,
His lips and fangs ran blood.

Lewellyn gazed with wild surprise,
Unused such looks to greet,

His favourite checked his joyful guise,
And crouched, and licked his feet.

Onward, in haste, Lewellyn passed,
And on went Gelert too,

And still, where'er his eyes he cast,
Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view.

O'erturned his infant's bed he found,
The blood-stained cover rent;
And all around the walls and ground
With recent blood besprent.

He called his child-no voice replied;
He searched with terror wild;
Blood, blood he found on every side,
But nowhere found the child.

"Hell-hound! by thee my child's devoured,"

The frantic father cried,

And to the hilt the vengeful sword
He plunged in Gelert's side.

His suppliant, as to earth he fell,
No pity could impart ;
But still his Gelert's dying yell
Passed heavy o'er his heart.

Aroused by Gelert's dying yell,

Some slumberer wakened nigh: What words the parent's joy can tell To hear his infant's cry?

Concealed beneath a mingled heap
His hurried search had missed,
All glowing from his rosy sleep,
His cherub boy he kissed.

Nor scratch had he, nor harm nor dread,
But the same couch beneath,
Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead,
Tremendous still in death!

Ah, what was then Lewellyn's pain!

For now the truth was clear
The gallant hound the wolf had slain,
To save Lewellyn's heir.

Vain, vain was all Lewellyn's woe ;-
"Best of thy kind, adieu!

The frantic deed which laid thee low,
This heart shall ever rue."

And now a gallant tomb they raise
With costly sculpture decked,
And marble storied with his praise
Poor Gelert's bones protect.

Here never could the spearman pass,
Or forester, unmoved;

Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass
Lewellyn's sorrow proved.

And here he hung his horn and spear,
And oft, as evening fell,

In fancy's piercing sounds would hear
Poor Gelert's dying yell.

And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old,

And cease the storm to brave,

The consecrated spot shall hold
The name of Gelert's grave.

THE RICH AND THE POOR (A Fairy Tale).

IN the time of the fairies, things went on no better than they do at present. John Hopkins, a poor labourer, who had a large family of children to support upon very scanty

"Here am I half

wages, applied to a fairy for assistance. starving," said he, "while my landlord rides about in a fine carriage; his children are pampered with the most dainty fare, and even his servants are bedizened with gaudy liveries in a word, rich men, by their extravagance, deprive us poor men of bread. In order to gratify them with luxuries, we are debarred almost the necessaries of life."""Tis a pitiable case, honest friend," replied the Fairy; "but I am ready to do all in my power to assist you and your distressed friends. Shall I, by a stroke of my wand, destroy all the handsome equipages, fine clothes, and dainty dishes, which offend you?"-"Since you are so very obliging," said honest John, in the joy of his heart, "it would perhaps be better to destroy all luxuries whatever for if you confine yourself to those you mention, the rich would soon have recourse to others; and it will scarcely cost you more than an additional stroke of the wand to do the business outright, and get rid of the evil, root and branch."

No sooner said than done. The good-natured Fairy waved her all-powerful wand, and, wonderful to behold, the superb mansion of the landlord shrunk beneath its stroke, and was reduced to a humble thatched cottage. The gay colours and delicate textures of the apparel of its inmates faded and thickened, and were transformed into the most ordinary clothing; the green-house plants sprouted out into cabbages, and the pinery produced potatoes. A similar change took place in the stables and coach-house: the elegant landau was seen varying in form, and enlarging in dimensions, till it became a waggon; while the smart gig shrank and thickened into a plough. The manes of the horses grew coarse and shaggy, their coats lost all brilliancy and softness, and their legs became