To Dream Land.

ОH! blessed land of Dreams,

Soft memories and blissful hours are thine; Strange moonlit fountains and fitful gleams Surround thy shrine.

Dreams for the weary one,

Who through a long and toilsome day must weep, Come with sweet music breathing in their tone,

In balmy sleep.

Dreams for the broken-hearted;

Glad angel-tones arise from the dim past, Telling of hours that have long since departed, Too bright to last.

Dreams for the stained of crime;

Thoughts of their innocent and early years, Come rushing o'er them from the past of time, With bitter tears.

Dreams, too, for those who mourn;

Of that blest realm which knows not care or pain, From whence the dead to vision land return,

We meet again.

Dreams unto us are given,

To soothe the weary, and the heart-oppressed; Oh! realm of visions, poised 'twixt earth and heaven, We call thee blest!

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W. R. HART.

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Abbot.

"If you dream of an abbot, it presages great age.

THE DREAM PROPHET OF NIC. VON KLINGELBERG.

SADLY through yon graveyard creeps

The abbot old and hoar,

His long beard in the night wind sweeps,
His heart knows joy no more.

No more he hears-no more he sees;
A long staff guides his way;

What seeks he there?-why brave the breeze?
He counts the graves, they say.

And ever as he counts, it seems
As still were wanting one;
He shakes his hoary head, and deems
Next day his race is run.

Not yet is made that couch his own;
Warm tears his wan cheeks lave;
When yon firm fabric's overthrown,
He'll only find his grave.

C. REINHOLD.

Ashes are on my head, and on my lips
Sackcloth, and in my breast a heaviness
And weariness of life, that makes me ready
To say to the dead abbots under us,
Make room for me!

LONGFELLOW.

Absence.

Absence from home on distant journeying is a most favourable omen in dreams, presaging great happiness.

ACHMET SEIRIM, c. 147.

FARE thee well, thou lane so humble!-quiet home, fare well to thee!

Sadly gazed I on my parents; and my Mary gazed on me.

Here so far, so far I wander; still for home and love I

long;

Merry sing my wild companions;-but it seems a hollow

song.

Other cities oft receive me,-other maidens oft I see; Other maidens are they truly,—not the maiden loved by

me.

"Other cities, other maidens !"-here so lost and sad I

stand;

Other maidens, other cities!-give me back my Father

land!

COUNT ALBERT VON SCHLIPPENBACH.

Why must our souls thus love and thus be riven?
Return-thy parting wakes mine agony !

HEMANS.

Must I then, must I then from my home-land away,

And my love no longer see?

In a year, in a year, in a year from to-day
I'll return, my own heart's love to thee.
Think not, if other maids I meet,

That false I e'er can be;

If thou'rt true, if thou'rt true, if thou'rt true to me, sweet,
Thine own love, thine own love I'll be!

In a year, in a year when the vintage hath come,
Again I'll be here by thy side.

If thou'rt true to me, true to me, true to me then,
We'll be happy as bridegroom and bride.
In a year my wandering will be o'er

Then I'll dream of thee and thine.

If thou'rt true to me, true to me, true to me then,
I'll be blest and make thee mine.

FROM THE GERMAN BY CHARLES G. LELAND.

Account Books.

To dream of account-books, receipts, notes, bills, &c., presages great wealth. To go over such business documents, or to add up figures, is a sure sign that some weighty affair has been neglected and requires immediate attention.

TARE and tret;

Gross and net,

GERMAN DREAM BOOK.

Box and hogsheads, dry and wet:

Ready made,

Of every grade,

Wholesale, retail, will you trade?

How he got and used his gold.

FROM THE ST. ANTHONY (MINNESOTA) CASKET.

Æolian Harps.

Spirits hover around you in dreams,-Fortune and happiness.

REICHHALTIGES TRAUM BUCH.

THIS life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a joyous

strain,

But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail, as of

souls in pain.

LONGFELLOW.