closed, so she waited anxiously the result. In a few moments she perceived at the entrance of the arbour, six little men, all clothed very handsomely in green. They were beautiful little figures, and had very charming faces, and such bright eyes. The grandest of these little visitors, who wore a red feather in his cap, advanced in front of the others, and, making a most polite bow to Anne, addressed her familiarly in the kindest words.

This gentleman looked so sweetly on Anne that she was charmed beyond measure, and she put down her hand as if to shake hands with her little friend, when he jumped into her palm, and she lifted him into her lap. He then, without any more ado, clambered upon her bosom and neck, and began kissing her. Anne never felt so charmed in her life, as while this one little gentleman was playing with her; but presently he called his companions, and they all clambered up by her dress, as best they could, and kissed her neck, her lips, and her eyes. One of them ran his fingers over her eyes, and she felt as if they had been pricked with a pin. Suddenly Anne became blind, and she felt herself whirled through the air at a great rate. By and by, one of her little companions said something which sounded like "Tear away," and lo! Anne had her sight at once restored. She was in one of the most beautiful places-temples and palaces of gold and silver. Trees laden with fruits and flowers. Lakes full of gold and silver fish, and the air full of birds of the sweetest song, and the most brilliant colours. Hundreds of ladies and gentlemen were walking about. Hundreds more were idling in the most luxuriant bowers, the fragrance of the flowers oppressing them with a sense of delicious repose. Hundreds were also dancing, or engaged in sports of various kinds. Anne was, however, surprised to find that these happy people were no longer the small people 1ST SERIES.

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she had previously seen. There was now no more t difference usually seen in a crowd, between their hei her own. Anne found herself arrayed in the most decorated clothes. So grand, indeed, did she appe she doubted her identity. Anne was constantly atte her six friends; but the finest gentleman, who was to address her, continued her favourite, at which th appeared to be very jealous. Eventually Anne a favourite contrived to separate themselves, and they into some most lovely gardens, where they were hid the luxuriance of the flowers. Lovingly did they p time, and Anne desired that this should continue f However, when they were at the happiest, there was great noise, and presently the five other fairies at the h great crowd came after them in a violent rage. Her lov his sword to defend her, but this was soon beaten do he lay wounded at her feet. Then the fairy who had her, again placed his hands upon her eyes, and all wa She heard strange noises, and felt herself whirled ab about; and as if a thousand flies were buzzing aroun

At length her eyes were opened, and Anne found on the ground in the arbour where she had been sit the morning, and many anxious faces were around conceiving that she was recovering from a convulsion

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THE PISKIE THRESHERS.

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ANY an industrious farmer can speak of the ass which he has received from the piskies. Couch tells a story of this kind so well that no o required. Long, long ago, before threshing-machin thought of, the farmer who resided at C, in going * See Moses Pitt's Letter, Appendix (G.)

+ See Notes and

barn one day, was surprised at the extraordinary quantity of corn that had been threshed the previous night, as well as to discover the mysterious agency by which it was effected. His curiosity led him to inquire into the matter; so at night, when the moon was up, he crept stealthily to the barn door, and looking through a chink, saw a little fellow, clad in a tattered suit of green, wielding the "dreshel" (flail) with astonishing vigour, and beating the floor with blows so rapid that the eye could not follow the motion of the implement. The farmer slunk away unperceived, and went to bed, where he lay a long while awake, thinking in what way he could best shew his gratitude to the piskie for such an important service. He came to the conclusion at length, that, as the little fellow's clothes were getting very old and ragged, the gift of a new suit would be a proper way to lessen the obligation; and, accordingly, on the morrow he had a suit of green made, of what was supposed to be the proper size, which he carried early in the evening to the barn, and left for the piskie's acceptance. At night the farmer stole to the door again to see how his gift was taken. He was just in time to see the elf put on the suit, which was no sooner accomplished than, looking down on himself admiringly, he

sung

"Piskie fine, and piskie gay,
Piskie now will fly away."

THE MURYAN'S BANK.

HE ant is called by the peasantry a Muryan. Believing

that they are the Small People in their state of decay from off the earth, it is deemed most unlucky to destroy a colony of ants. If you place a piece of tin in a bank of Muryans at a certain age of the moon, it will be turned into silver.

TREGEAGLE.

"In Cornwaile's fair land, bye the poole on the moore Tregeagle the wicked did dwell."

Tregeagle or Dozmare Pool.-By JOHN PENWARNE.

ROMANCES OF TREGEAGLE.

THE DEMON TREGEAGLE.

"Thrice he began to tell his doleful tale,

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And thrice the sighs did swallow up his voice."

THOMAS SACKVILLE.

HO has not heard of the wild spirit Tregeagle? He haunts equally the moor, the rocky coasts, and the blown sand-hills, of Cornwall.

From

north to south, from east to west, this doomed spirit is heard of, and to the day of judgment he is doomed to wander, pursued by avenging fiends. For ever endeavouring to perform some task by which he hopes to secure repose, and being for ever defeated. Who has not heard the howling of Tregeagle? When the storms come with all their strength from the Atlantic, and urge themselves upon the rocks around the Land's-End, the howls of the spirit are louder than the roaring of the winds. When calms rest upon the ocean, and the waves can scarcely form upon the resting waters, low wailings creep along the coast. These are the wailings of this wandering soul. When midnight is on the moor, or on the mountains, and the night winds whistle amidst the rugged cairns, the shrieks of Tregeagle are