I had a dream last night of Noah's ark,
Methought I saw the beasts go two by two
Up a long plank and into their abode.

First came the nobler brutes, and then in turn,
By mild gradation walked the viler sort,
And, after all, the reptiles. Then I saw
Those insects which more terrify the brave
Than lions, snakes or tigers-for there flew,
Or crept according to his kind, the bug,
The cockroach and mosquito. Last and worst,
Meaner than all-vilest among the vile,
Came two small critic-lings, whose ignorance.
But half out-topped their venom.
When I saw

This paltry vermin closing up the train,
I called to Noah and in sorrow cried,
"Oh great Ark-Patriarch, if it needs must be
Keep the mosquitoes and the chinches dire,
The murd'rous flea and eke the cock-a-roach,
Yea-spare the bugs—(forgive me, reader mine!)
But Oh! block out that vilest pair, who crawl
Disgracing all before them?" "So I would,"
The sire replied-" and kill them both to boot;
But 'tis ordained the filthy things must live,
E'en for their mutual torture"-here I woke.
MEISTER KARL.

Anvil.

To dream of hammering on an anvil presages success and honour in spite of opposition and enmity.

APOMAZOR.

I DREAMT I stood by a roaring fire,
Near the blacksmith grimy and grim;
And watched the blaze rise higher and higher,
As it lit up each brawny limb.

Bang, bang, his hammer rang,

And drove out many a spark;

They seemed the devil's own fire-flies,
As they darted through the dark.

The smith struck high-the smith struck low,
As over his work he bent;

And if every blow had been on a foe,

A battle had soon been spent.

Cling, cling, the steel doth ring,

In flaming crimson dressed;
Of all the callings that I know,
I love the blacksmith's best.

King Siegfried of old was a blacksmith bold,
And well on the iron could pound;
With his very first blow, he drove, I'm told,
The anvil into the ground:

Round, round, into the ground,

And beat his hammer flat;

No man alive but a blacksmith stout,

Could strike you a blow like that.

And Siegfried became a monarch of might,
And so you may clearly see,

If a man would rise in power and height,
A blacksmith he first must be:

Smack, smack! with many a crack,
As he hammers the spade and plough;
For so did Tubal Cain of old,

And he must do so now.

C. G. LELAND.

Apples.

Large fair apples are a good sign for him, or for her, who is in love. Sour apples signify strife and discord. The scholar who dreams of apples will make great progress in wisdom.

ARTEMIDORUS.

AT length she said, that in a slumber sound,
She dreamed a dream of walking in a wood-
A wood "obscure" like that where Dante found
Himself in at the age when all grow good, * * *
And that this wood was full of pleasant fruits,
And trees of goodly growth and spreading roots.

And in the midst A GOLDEN APPLE grew,—
A most prodigious pippin,—but it hung
Rather too high and distant, that she threw
Her glances on it, and then longing, flung
Stones and whatever she could pick up, to

Bring down the fruit, which still perversely clung

To its own bough, and dangled yet in sight,
But always at a most provoking height.

BYRON.

But all are empty, unsubstantial shades
That ramble through those visionary glades;
No spongy fruits from verdant trees depend,
But sickly orchards there

Do fruits as sickly bear,

And APPLES a consumptive visage shew,
And withered hangs the whortleberry blue.

PHILIP FREneau.

Apricots.

To dream of apricots presages a gentle sunny life, free from the world's harsher influences, and blessed with happiness, wealth and friendship.

OH what a life is mine!
A life of light and mirth,
The sensuous life of earth,
For ever fresh and fine,

GERMAN DREAM BOOK.

A heavenly worldliness, mortality divine!
When eastern skies, the sea, and misty plain
Illumined slowly, doff their nightly shrouds,
And Heaven's bright archer, Morn, begins to rain
His golden arrows through the banded clouds,
I rise and tramp away the jocund hours,
Knee deep in grass and dewy beds of flowers.

Sometimes I lounge in arbours hung with vines,
And press the bunchy grapes in various wines,
The which I sip and sip, with pleasure mute,
O'er mouthful bites of golden-rinded fruit,
Parting their separate flavours, bliss by bliss,
Like one who swoons in some immortal kiss.

STODDARD.

I dreamed of plucking blushing apricots,
The pleasant darlings of the summer sun;
I felt their sides give way within my palm,
Like a soft maiden's cheek.

ANONYMOUS.

Arch.

To dream of passing under an arch betokens that you will travel much in distant countries, meet with many strange adventures, and have a variety of curious experiences.

FOR all experience is an arch wherethro'

Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades,
For ever and for ever when I move.

TENNYSON.

I slept and dreamed-before me stood an arch-
A pointed ogive-framed in carvings quaint,
Whose sabred sides rose from an antique base,
En-niching in their course full many a saint