rs the breeze."

--"If you will, dear baby, with me go away,
My daughter shall tend you so fair and so gay;
My daughter, in purple and gold who is drest,
Shall nurse you, and kiss you, and sing you to rest."

--"Oh father! my father! and dost thou not see?
The Erl-king and his daughter are waiting for me?"
--"Now shame thee, my dearest! 'tis fear makes thee blind:
Thou seest the dark willows which wave in the wind."--

--"I love you! I dote on that face so divine!
I must and will have you, and force makes you mine!"
--"My father! my father! Oh hold me now fast!
He pulls me! he hurts, and will have me at last!"--

The father, he trembled; he doubled his speed:
O'er hills and through forests he spurred his black steed:
But when he arrived at his own castle-door,
Life throbbed in the sweet baby's bosom no more.

_Weekly Mag._, III-93, Aug. 18, 1798, Phila.

[Goethe, _Erlkoenig_.

M. G. Lewis, _Tales of Wonder_, 1801, London.

The above text, however, is taken from Lewis' _Ambrosio, or the Monk_
(1795), which has several variants. The first Amer. reprint of _The
Monk_ was taken from the fourth British edition, 1798, Phila. Cf.
Preface.]

THE ERL-KING'S DAUGHTER.
(The Original is Danish; but I read it in a German Translation.)

_Weekly Mag._, III-94, Aug. 18, 1798, Phila.

[J. G. Herder, _Erlkoenigs Tochter_ in the Fourth Book (_Nordische
Lieder_) of _Stimmen der Voelker in Liedern_. Trans. from the Danish.

M. G. Lewis, _Tales of Wonder_ and _The Monk_.

Cf. note to _The Erl-King_.

The original is in the _Kiampe Viiser_.]

AMYNTAS, A PASTORAL TALE. [b]
(From the German of the celebrated Gessner.)

[Prose translation.]

_Weekly Mag._, III, 347, 358, Mar. 23, 30, 1799, Phila.

[S. Gessner, _Mycon_. In the French version, entitled _Amyntas_.

W. Hooper, _New Idylles_, p. 18.]

FRIENDSHIP
Translated from the German.
Set to music by Russ.

Sure not to life's short span confin'd,
Shall sacred friendship glow;
Beyond the grave the ardent mind,
Its best delights shall know.

Blest scenes! where ills no more annoy,
Where heav'n the flame approves;
Where beats the heart to nought but joy,
And ever lives and loves.

There friendshi