Independently of the curious circumstance that such tales should be found existing in very different countries and languages, which augurs a greater poverty of human invention than we would have expected, there is also a sort of wild fairy interest in them, which makes me think them fully better adapted to awaken the imagination and soften the heart of childhood than the good-boy stories which have been in later years composed for them.

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!

What an ornament and safeguard is humor! Far better than wit for a poet and writer. It is a genius itself, and so defends from the insanities.

And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.