Her last effort-she sent a boat,

Which in the haven lay,

With armed men to board the ship;
But they were driven away.

The worm leapt up, the worm leapt down,

She plaited round the stone; And as the ship came to the land,

She bang'd it off again.

The Child then ran out of her reach,

The ship on Budle sand,
And, jumping into the shallow sea,
Securely got to land.

And now he drew his bonny brown sword,

And laid it on her head,

And swore if she did hasten to him,

That he would strike her dead.

-"O! quit thy sword, and bend thy bow,

"And give me kisses three ;

"For though I am a pois'nous worm,

"No hurt will I do to thee.

"Oh! quit thy sword and bend thy bow, "And give me kisses three;

"If I am not won e'er the sun go down,

"Won I shall never be."

He quitted his sword, he bent his bow,

He gave her kisses thrée ;

No cloathing had this lady fine
To keep her from the cold;
He took his mantle from him about,
And round her did it fold.

He has his mantle from him about

And it he wrapt her in;

And they are up to Bamborough castle
As fast as they can win.

His absence and her serpent shape
The King had long deplor'd,

He now rejoic'd to see them both
Again to him restor❜d.

The Queen they wanted, whom they found,

All pale and sore afraid;

Because she knew her power must yield
To Childy Wynd's; who said,

-"Woe be to thee, thou wicked witch,

"An ill death may'st thou dee;

"As thou

my sister hast likened,

"So likened shalt thou be.

"I will turn thee into a toad,

"That on the ground doth wend; "And won and won shalt thou never be, "Till this world hath an end."

Now on the sands near Ida's tower,
She crawls a loathsome toad;
And venom spits on every maid
She meets upon the road.

The virgins all of Bamborough town
Will swear that they have seen
This spiteful toad of monstrous size,

Whilst walking they have been.

All folks believe, within the shire,
This story to be true;

And they all run to Spindleston,
Thecave and trough to view.

This fact now Duncan Frasier
Of Cheviot sings in rhime;

Lest Bamboroughshire men should forget,

Some part of it in time.

No. LV.

MARY'S DREAM.

THE moon had climb'd the highest hill, Which rises o'er the source of Dee,

And from the eastern summit shed,

Her silver light on tower and tree : When Mary laid her down to sleep,

Her thoughts on Sandy, far at sea, When soft and low a voice was heard

Say," Mary weep no more for me.

She from her pillow gently raised

Her head, to ask, who there might be ; She saw young Sandy shiv'ring stand,

With visage pale and hollow

eye;

"O! Mary dear, cold is my clay,

"It lies beneath a stormy sea; "Far, far from thee, I sleep in death,

"So Mary weep no more for me.