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.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last

Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.