that lyrist sat all lorn, upon the silv'ry stream,
The music of his harp was as the music of a dream,
Most mournfully delicious, like those tones that wound the heart,
Yet soothe it, when it cherishes the griefs that ne'er depart.

"O Neck! O water-spirit! demon, delicate, and fair!"
The young twain cried, who heard his lay, "_why_ art thou harping there?
Thine airy form is drooping, Neck! thy cheek is pale with dree,
And torrents shouldst thou weep, poor fay, _no Saviour lives for thee!_"
All mournful look'd the elflet then, and sobbing, cast aside
His harp, and with a piteous wail, sunk fathoms in the tide.

Keen sorrow seiz'd those gentle youths, who'd given cureless pain--
In haste they sought their priestly sire, in haste return'd again;
Return'd to view the elf enthron'd in waters as before,
Whose music now was sighs, whose tears gush'd e'en from his heart's core.
"Why weeping, Neck? look up, and clear those tearful eyes of blue--
Our father bids us say, that thy _Redeemer liveth too!_"

Oh, beautiful! blest words! they sooth'd the Nikkar's anguish'd breast,
As breezy, angel-whisperings lull holy ones to rest.
He seiz'd his harp--its airy strings, beneath a master hand,
Woke melodies, too, _too_ divine for earth or elfin land;
He rais'd his glad, rich voice in song, and sinking saw the sun,
Ere in that hymn of love he paus'd, for Paradise begun!
M.L.B.

[7] "The Neck, a water-spirit, answering, in Sweden, &c. to the
Scottish kelpie, as to its place of abode; but we believe its
character is not so mischievous. The northern idea, that all
fairies, demons, &c. who resided in this world, were spirits out
of the pale of salvation, is very ancient. Mr. Keightley assures
us, that the legend of which these stanzas attempt a
versification, is extremely popular in Sweden."--Vide "Fairy
Mythology."

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PLAN FOR SNUFF TAKERS TO PAY OFF THE NATIONAL DEBT.

_(For the Mirror.)_

As snuff-taking seems to increase, the following plan might be adopted by
the patrons of that art, to ease _John Bull_ of his _weight_, and make
him feel as _light_ and _easy_, as if he had taken a _pinch of the
"Prince Regent's Mixture_.'"

Lord Stanhope says, "Every professed, inveterate, and incurable
snuff-taker, at a moderate computation, takes o