Laid i’ the mouls—­laid in the grave.

Low—­flame.

Loaning—­lane.

Luckie—­dame.

Latch—­mire.

Mirk—­dark.

Out-taken—­excepting.

Pow—­head.

Powtering—­groping.

Prigged—­earnestly entreated.

Rath—­quick.

Rede—­pray.

Riggin—­roof.

Sain—­bless.

Sark fu’ o’ sair banes—­sound beating.

Scoupit—­scampered.

Shank yoursell’s awa—­take yourselves off.

Shealing—­rude cottage.

Show ’em the cauld shouther—­appear cold and reserved.

Skirl—­shrill cry.

Sleuth-hounds—­blood-hounds.

Speir—­ask.

Steiked—­shut.

Steer—­injure.

Sunkie—­low stool.

Threep—­threaten.

Tirled at the door pin—­knocked at the door.

Touzle out—­ransack.

Tyke—­dog.

Wampish—­toss about.

Worriecows—­hobgoblins.

Wuss—­wish.

A G.

* * * * *

THE INDIAN MAIDEN’S SONG,

By William SHOBERL.

The youth I love is far away. 
  O’er forest, river, brake, and glen;
And distant, too, perchance the day,
  When I shall see him once again.

Nine moons have wasted[1] since we met,
  How sweetly, then, the moments flew! 
Methinks the fairy vision yet
  Portrays the joy that ZEMLA knew.

In list’ning to the tale of strife,
  When Shone AZALCO’S prowess bright,
The strange adventures of his life,
  That gave me such unmix’d delight.

That dream of happiness is past! 
  For ever fled those magic charms! 
The cruel moment came at last,
  That tore AZALCO from my arms!

What bitter pangs my bosom rent,
  When he my sight no longer bless’d! 
To some lone spot my steps I bent,
  My secret sorrows there confess’d.

My sighs, alas! were breath’d unheard,
  Could aught on earth dispel my grief? 
Nor smiling sun, nor minstrel bird,
  Can give this aching heart relief.

Since he I love is far away,
  O’er forest, river, brake, and glen,
And distant, too, perchance the day,
  When I shall see him once again.

[1] “Till now some nine moons wasted.”—­Shakspeare.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!

(For the Mirror.)

“Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?”

SHAKSPEARE’S Henry the Eighth.

Since, my dear readers, even in this season of busy festivity I can spare a few moments to write for your gratification, I venture to hope you will spare a few to read for mine.