e, (daughter of Minos the king of Crete) who
returned his affection, assisted him in accomplishing the
object of his expedition, and sailed with him on his return to
Athens. She was, however, abandoned by Theseus at Naxos, an
island in the AEgean sea held sacred to Bacchus. Bacchus
received Ariadne hospitably, but afterwards he too ran away
from her. We suspect (as perhaps our poem sufficiently
indicates) that the root of Ariadne's misfortunes lay in
certain infirmities of temper, which rendered her at times an
uncomfortable companion.

THE FALLS OF THE BOUNDING DEER.

WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE

BY ALFRED B. STREET.

"Good news! great discovery! new falls!" broke out in full chorus, boys
and girls, at a party given by Jobson, in Monticello.

"How did you happen to find them, Mayfield?" asked Allthings.

"I was fishing, and came upon them all at once. I heard a roar of some
waterfall or other, and the first I knew, I saw the chasm immediately
below me!"

"What was their appearance?"

"There were two falls quite precipitous, and two basins. From the second
basin the stream ran very smooth and placid again through a piece of
woodland."

"Good!--great!--new falls!" came anew the chorus.

"What is the name of the falls, Mayfield?" inquired Allthings once more.

"The people thereabouts call them Gumaer's Falls."

"Horrid!--too common!--awful! Sha'n't have such a name!" was again the
chorus.

"Let's give them a new one at once."

"Well, begin."

"Let us call them the Falls of the Melting Snow," suggested the
sentimental May Blossom.

"That would do in the spring, when the snow is really melting," said Joe
Jobson, a plain, practical young fellow, who never had a gleam of fancy
in his life; "but there's no snow there now, I reckon."

"What a heathen you are, Jobson!" broke in honest Allthings (who always
spoke out); "the name applies to the water, not the snow!"

"Why not the name of the Falls of the Silver Lace?" asked the tall,
superb Lydia Lydell, who was also given to poetry.

"Was there ever any lace made there?" again remarked Jobson.

"I move we call them by an Indian name," said Job Paddock, the
schoolmaster, who was deep in Indian lore. "Let us call them The
Kah-youk-weh-reh Ogh-ne-ka-nos, or, The Arrow Water, or The Water of the
Arrow; just as you fancy."

"Kaw--what?" again interrupted Jobson; "a real queer name
that--Kah-yo