•C. t.] Till TI MI-LA M IK CYt-KTS. Wh'-nco fish ou all these maxim* ? in the wood* For over rut-in/, yet you often talk More wisuly than that legend-worm, tho Chaplain. RoaiKT TIIOM' thin/-, my friend, we hunt not out in wood* Wo *nrely shall in legend* never find. '1 ho -|. irk of human reason glows a* bright In forests, growing with tho cedar'* growth, As it i* dulled within the lutrrow evil. Hut your reminder of tho sylvan jo_\s Come* in good time. Farewell ! GOITFKUD. Saw you not yet The Master ? Sleeps he oat tho past day'* trouble ? ROBERT. He sleep '—Was ever such a stormy day As could tire out tho old man ? E'en ns I Was starting out at three o'clock, ho trod That mountain-path already, which to climb lit fore tho sun-riso daily is his wont. GOTTfRUD. A quaint old grey-beard ! Kver wise and staid As tits his Mastcrhood—yet, when his heart Is stirred to effervescence, forth ho goes At full burst over every obstacle. ROBERT. Poor heart, magnanimous, inscrutable ! GOTTFRIED. There on tho mountain, so the old folks say, Ho with his tutelary spirit holds, Kach morning, converse ; many indeed pretend That, after heathen fashion—God be with us ! Ho doth the sun adore. RORERT. Knight-LSrothcr, say,