But hark! while thus I musing stand, They cease-but still a voice I hear, Prepare thee, mortal!-thou must die! Yet start not!-on thy closing eyes "Shall the poor worm that shocks thy sight, "Ah! where were once her golden eyes, "Like thee the hapless reptile lived, Like thee he toiled, like thee he spun, Like thine his closing hour arrived, His labor ceased, his web was done. And shalt thou, number'd with the dead, "Is this the bound of power Divine, Or shall not He who moulded thine Enough to know to thee is given; Go, and the joyful truth relate; Frail child of earth! high heir of heaven!" DREAM OF A GENTLEMAN IN LIMERICK. He dreamed that he was standing in a large saloon or hall, in the centre of which he saw a tripod with burning incense, the flame and smoke ascending. A table stood before it, on which lay a small highly polished glass, like the chrystal of a watch. On one side of this table he perceived a figure standing with the greatest majesty and benignity in his countenance, and of extreme personal beauty and sweetness, in so much that his eye could not refrain from gazing on its attractions, and he saw that the chrystal lying on the table received and reflected this image. After a time he heard a voice crying to him, "call up twenty to judgment;" he scarcely understood the requisition, but felt himself constrained to an involuntary obedience, and he called over twenty names, the individuals instantly appearing at the lower end of the room. One by one they approached the table to be judged; and as they came near at the |