"She curfed me! her hand to my bofom fhe prefs'd; "Death follow'd the touch, and now freezes my breaft! "She curfed me, and faid, "To your lady now ride;" “Oh! ne'er shall my lips prefs the lips of my bride." -"Now riddle me, Oluf, and what shall I say, "When here comes the lady, so fair and fo gay "Oh! fay, I am gone for a while to the wood, "To prove if my hounds and my courfers are good,”Το Scarce dead was Sir Oluf, and scarce fhone the day, And in came her father, and in came each guest, They drank the red wine, and they ate the good cheer; -"Oh! where is Sir Oluf! oh, where is my dear?"— -"Sir Oluf is gone for awhile to the wood, "To prove if his hounds and his courfers are good.”— Sore trembled the lady, fo fair and so gay; But foon from her bofom for ever life fled, For there lay Sir Oluf, cold, breathless, and dead. No. No. XI. THE WATER-KING. DANISH.- M. G. LEWIS. The Original is in the Kiampe Viifer. WITH gentle murmur flow'd the tide, The Water-Fiend's malignant eye "Oh "Oh! mother! mother! now advise, "How I may yonder maid surprise : "Oh! mother! mother! now explain, "How I may yonder maid obtain."— The witch fhe gave him armour white; The Water-King then swift he went; His courfer to the door bound he, And paced the churchyard four times three; The priest faid, as the knight drew near, "And wherefore comes the white chief here?" The lovely maid she smiled afide; "Oh! would I were the white chief's bride!" He stepp'd o'er benches one and two; Then Then fweetly fmiled the lovely maid; The prieft their hands together joins; They dance, while clear the moon-beam fhines: Her partner is the Water-Spright. Oh! had fome spirit deign'd to fing, But nothing giving cause to think -"Afcend this fteed with me, my dear! "We needs muft cross the streamlet here: "Ride boldly in: it is not deep; "The winds are hufh'd, the billows fleep." Thus fpoke the Water-King. The maid Delighted in his parent wave. -"Stop! "Stop! ftop! my love! The waters blue "E'en now my fhrinking foot bedew.". -"Oh! lay afide your fears, sweet heart! "We now have reach'd the deepest part." Stop! flop! my love! For now I fee "The waters rife above my knee." "Oh! lay afide your fears, fweet heart! "We now have reach'd the deepest part." Stop! ftop! for God's fake, ftop! for oh! "The waters o'er my bofom flow!" Scarce was the word pronounced, when knight She fhrieks, but shrieks in vain; for high The fiend exults; the billows dafh, And o'er the hapless victim wash. Three times, while struggling with the ftream, Warn'd by this tale, ye damfels fair, Believe |