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THE BRITISH MINSTREL; AMi)
ments. But the cTiefcCwuvre is the manner in which
the figure is made to obey the direction of the con-
ductor, wherehv it is endowed with a sort of semi-
reason. "
A Chrystal from a Cavern. — GI017 to the sel-
fish rich man's gorgeous ofTering, is still the cry of
the world's orators, too often even of those most
nobly gifted. Glory to the widow's mite, is that
still sweet inward song of the true heai-t taught in
endless harmonies issuing from the face of God. —
Blackwood's Magazine.
The Alpine Horn. — The Alpine horn has, on
the lofty hills of Switzerland, another still more solemn
and religious use besides that of the cowcall. 'When
the sun has set iu the valley, and his rays still gUmmer
on the snowy tops of the Alps, the shepherd who dwells
on the highest of them, inraiediately seizes his horn,
and calls through it "Praise God the Lord!" All the
neighbouring shepherds, as soon as they hear tliis sound,
seize their Alpine horns, hasten out of their huts, and
repeat it. This often lasts a quai'ter of an hour, and
the name of the Lord is re echoed from the moun-
tains and rocks. At last there is a solemn silence ;
all kneel, and with uncovered heads, pray. In the
meantime it has become completely dark. " Good night,"
the highest shepherd exclaims through his speaking
trumpet. "Good night 1" resounds from all the moun-
tains and the sides of the rocks. Thsn each goes to
repose. — Pocket Magazine.
LASSIE Wr THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS.
Words by Biinis.
Cheerfully.
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Now nature cleads the flow'ry lea,
And a' is young and sweet like thee ;
O wilt thou share its joys wi' mc.
And say thou'lt be my dearie, O ?
Lassie wi', &c.
An' when the welcome simmer shower
Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,
We'll to the breathing woodbine bower
At sultry noon, my dearie, O.
Lassie wi', kc.
When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,
Tlie weary shearer's hameward way.
Through yellow waving- fields we'il stray,
An' talk o' love, my dearie, O.
Lassie wi', &c.
And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,
Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,
I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.