PAE LE CHEVALIER DE CHATELAIN

Comme il est heureux mon grand frère, Qu'il est heureux d'avoir six ans !

Tandis que je fais ma prière Au bal il va, n'est-ce pas, mère ?

Au bal des grands petits enfants ?

Ah ! qu'il est heureux mon grand frère, Qu'il est heureux d'avoir six ans !

THE WITHERED LEAP.

TEANSLATED BT B. K. OF CAMBBIDGE.

PooB wither'd leaf, where fliest thou, Divided from tby parent bough ?

— I cannot tell : the stonny blast Has rent the oak, my sole support.

And from that hour, each wînd that passM Has made m y wasted form its sport ; Its changeful wanderings bear me still From grove to plain, from vale to hill ; I go, where'er the breeze may roam, Without complaint, and free from dread, And seek at last that quiet home Where ail things must alike be laid.

Where in one common fate repose — The leaf of laurel and of rose.