"For you, fair princess, in whose eyes
of blue,
"The strife of envy, shame, and grief, I view,
"Observe, and profit by this scene! you gave,

"But oh! how far less nobly than your

slave!

"Your bitter speech, proud glance, and peevish tone,

"Too plain declared, your gift was meant alone

"Your own repose and silence to secure,

"And hush the beggar, not relieve the poor! "Oh! royal lady, let this lesson prove,

"Smiles, more than presents, win a suppliant's love; "And when your mandates rule some distant land, "Where all expect their blessings from your hand, "Remember, with ill-will and frowns bestow'd, "Favours offend, and gifts become a load!"—

She ceased, and touching with her silver wand Her destined daughter, straight two wings expand Their purple plumes, and wave o'er either arm; Next to her person spreads the powerful charm ; And soon the enraptured wondering maid combined A faultless person with a faultless mind,

Then, while with joy divine their hearts beat high,
Swift as the lightning of a jealous eye

The Peries spread their wings, and soar'd away
To the bless'd regions of eternal day.

Stung with regret, the princess saw too plain, Lost by her fault what tears could ne'er regain! Long on the tablets of her humbled breast

The Peri's parting words remain'd impress'd. E'en when her hand Golconda's sceptre sway'd, And subject realms her mild behests obey'd, The just reproof her conscious ear still heard; Still she remember'd, with ill grace conferr'd, Crowns, to a feeling mind, less joy impart, Than trifles, offer'd with a willing heart.

No. XVII.

THE GAY GOLD RING.

ORIGINAL.-M. G. LEWIS.

"THERE is a thing, there is a thing, "Which I fain would have from thee!

I fain would have thy gay gold ring;

“O! warrior, give it me?"

He lifts his head;

Lo! near his bed

Stands a maid as fair as day;

Cold is the night,

Yet her garment is light,

For her shift is her only array.

"Come you from east,

"Or come you from west,

"Or dost from the Saracens flee? "Cold is the night,

" And your garment is light,

"Come, sweetheart, and warm you by me!

Knight, till you give me your gay ring of gold!

"For that is a thing, a thing, a thing,
"Which I fain would have from thee!
“I fain would have thy gay gold ring;
"O! warrior, give it me?".

"But though she be fair,

"She cannot compare,

"I wot, sweet lass, with thee;

"Then pass by my

side

"Three nights as my bride,

"And thy guerdon the ring shall be!".

In silence the maid

The knight obey'd;

Low on his pillow her head she laid:
But soon as by hers his hand was press'd,
Changed to ice was the heart in his breast;
And his limbs were fetter'd in frozen chains,
And turn'd to snow was the blood in his veins,

Forth from the tent; and the blood which she froze,

Again through the veins of Lord Elmerick flows, And again his heart with passion glows,

Donned the knight

His armour bright;