given me." The reader will easily believe that my purchase was speedily made; the good girl's purse was something the heavier for it; and I had the pleasure of thinking, that I contributed, in a small degree, to reward the goodness of heart which she had so unequivocally displayed. She hastened home with her little treasure, and I returned to my lodging to put my violets into water, promising myself, as I did so, to be a frequent customer to the little nosegay girl of the Pont Neuf. WITH a heart light and careless I dance in the sun, I rise with the dawn, and I sing through the day With my dulcimer, viol, or light tambourine, The lark stops his note as he soars to the sun; At the sweet modulations of sound. Ye gentles of Provence, come list to my lay; Renown'd in my own native valleys of song, Like the syrens of old I have charm'd the dull throng, THE FAIRY SPELL. A LEGEND.-BY MRS. CRAWFORD, THE crystal halls in fairy-land From harps unseen was sounding, The blue-eyed queen of fairy-land, In irksome homage bending. Titania by a moonlight lake Had marked his comely features; And fairies, like us mortals, take Strange fancies to male creatures. She stole upon his hour of sleep, And wove her spells around him; And, while in slumber soft and deep, With twisted lilies bound him. They bore him off,-her wanton elves; And friends and parents mourning Still wept, and wondered to themselves What marr'd the boy's returning : And oft, of all his sisters, she His favourite sister-Mary, Sate weeping 'neath the beechen tree, The haunt of Woodland Fairy. And there one night, when stars were set, With troop of fairies wending; And love, than woman's fear more strong, She cleared the daisy without touch, Its magic round to enter; Her brother waved her off, and sighed, As 'twere a fruitless venture. Forgotten all that he had said, Each thought by wonder banished, She stood as one entranced, or dead, "Till all the troop had vanished: And never more that brother's face Was looked upon by Mary; Oh! had she spoke the words of grace, "T had broke the spell of fairy. At sound of that thrice blessed name, But now in crystal halls, he sings "Aye waking O!"—and weeping, Baptizes with his tears the strings Of harp, sad measure keeping. His mother dear and sisters three Ye children of the green earth, heed The spell, that sin has cast o'er all, TREGOTHNAN CASTLE, THE SEAT OF THE EARL OF FALMOUTH. TREGOTHNAN, the seat of Lord Viscount Falmouth, became the property of the Boscawens by marriage with the heiress of Tregothnan in the fourteenth century. The Boscawen family had, at an early period, been settled at Boscawen in Burian, whence, however, they removed to Tregothnan shortly after the union of the families. Hugh Boscawen paid a fine of four marks for not attending at the coronation of Philip and Mary, to receive the honour of knighthood; Richard Boscawen paid a fine of 51. to be released from the order of the Bath at the creation of Prince Henry; but their descen- . dant, Hugh Boscawen, was in 1720 created Baron of Boscawen-Rose, and Viscount Falmouth. Tregothnan is situated in the parish of St. Michael Penkevil, in the east division of the hundred of Powder, and embraces in the estates surrounding it the possessions of several extinct families. The manor and barton of Penkevil belonged, in the reign of Edward I-, to the house of De Wen, from whom it is supposed it passed in marriage to the Penkevils. It is quite as probable, however, that it was the same family who had changed their name to Penkevil, from the place of their abode, a thing not unusual in those times. They flourished in |