eyes. The children stated that they found them in the moat outside the wall. The Mayor gave them a purse of gold, and took possession of the organs, which he had cleaned and put back again. Unfortunately the wrong eye was put into the wrong socket, so that the young Mayor never knew his right hand from his left-but otherwise he saw as well as ever.

Little Rhuskhi Bhuskhi and his sister Ahnn lived to be an old man and an old woman. They resided in a palace built of plum-puddings, and glazed with sugar-candy, at the public expense.

King Hahehihohuh and his Queen reigned long in Toomeniaitchez, but Hush, the minister, was degraded for neglecting the stores, and Hish, Hash, and Hosh formed a Coalition Cabinet.

And this is the close of the Chronicle of the Siege of Nhohwhehrhe, by Fee, Faw, and Fum, sons of Cormoran of Great Britain; more commonly known as the Veritable History of the Bean Wall, and the Three Great Giants of Hoggogmagogamy.

T. H.

QUEEN MAB.

A LITTLE fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
With silver spots upon her wings,

And from the moon she flutters down.

She has a little silver wand,

And when a good child goes to bed, She waves her wand from right to left, And makes a circle round its head.

And then it dreams of pleasant things,
Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicious fruit,
And bow their branches at a wish:

Of arbours filled with dainty scents From lovely flowers that never fade; Bright flies that glitter in the sun,

And glow-worms shining in the shade:

And talking birds with gifted tongues
For singing songs and telling tales,
And pretty dwarfs to show the way
Through fairy hills and fairy dales.

But when a bad child goes to bed,

From left to right she weaves her rings, And then it dreams all through the night Of only ugly, horrid things!

Then lions come with glaring eyes,
And tigers growl,—a dreadful noise;
And ogres draw their cruel knives,
To shed the blood of girls and boys.

Then stormy waves rush on to drown,
And raging flames come scorching round,
Fierce dragons hover in the air,

And serpents crawl along the ground.

Then wicked children wake and weep,
And wish the long black gloom away;
But good ones love the dark, and find
The night as pleasant as the day.

T. H.