least has elapsed since it was written. It is hardly necessary to
inform the judicious reader, that this piece is no other than a billet
doux, or love epistle, sent by some Dutch swain in the country, to the
girl of his heart, who, it seems, had gone to reside some time in the
city of Albany.

HANS LETTER TO NOTCHIE.

Mine Cot, vat vose does Hans se feel,
Vile lufly Notchie is avay,
Vat is de matter, vat de deel,
Does make you zo vorever stay.

I sleep none in de day, nor nite,
Mit such impashuns I duz burn,
Zo, when de shell drake vings hur vlite,
Pore Frow she mornes vor his return.

Zo owls will hoot, und cats will mew,
Und dogs will howl; und storms will ney,
Und zhall not I more anguish sho,
Vile lufly Notchie is avay.

A shacket I has lately bot,
Und brokenbrooks zo zoft as zilk,
Stripd as your under petticote,
Und vite as any buttermilk.

Make hase, mine dere, und quikly cum,
Mine vaders goin to di, you zee,
Und Yacups cot his viddle home,
Und we shall haf a daring bee.

I feres zum Yanky vull uv art,
More cunnin, as de ferry dele,
Vill git away yorn little hart,
Zo as da will our horshes stele.

If any wun yore hart shool blunder,
Mine horshes Ill do vaggon yoke,
Und ghase him quickly by mine dunder,
I vly zo zwift as any zpoke.

Vhen yonk Vontoofen, my coot frend
Zhall cum to zee you vhare you be,
Dese skarlet carters I zhall zend,
O die dem on, und dink on me.

_Port Folio_, II-176, June 5, 1802, Phila.

["se feel" (stanza I). "se" is no Dutch word and the verb "feel"
(voelen) is not reflexive in Dutch. In stanzas III and VI "mill"
appears in the place of "will." This is most likely a misprint, since
"_w_ in Dutch is a particularly tenacious sound" and is not replaced
by _m_, as is sometimes the case in German. "Brokenbrooks" is a coined
word.

The author is indebted for the above information to Professor Wm. H.
Carpenter, of Columbia University, and to Arnold Katz, the Dutch
vice-consul at Philadelphia.]

HRIM THOR, OR THE WINTER KING.
A Lapland Ballad.

I shall not soon tire of copying ballads from the "Tales of Terror."
They are the legitimate offspring of genius. We are conducted by a
versatile guide, sometimes into the vale of tears, and sometimes