List of Authors. XV St Leger, Barry, 239. Scott, Sir Walter, 148, 289. Shelley, P. B., 146. Sheridan, Thomas, 384. Smith, Horace, 108, 377, 234. Southey, Robert, 63, 158. Struthers, John, 180. Stuart, the Honourable Miss, 251. Swain, Charles, 37. Taylor, Jane, 98, 213. Thelwall, John, 214. Thurlow, Lord, 395. Watts, Alaric A., 42, 85, 94, 204, 229, 342, 348, 372 Whittier, J. G., 315. Wiffen, J. H., 107. Willis, N. P., 306. Wilson, Professor, 1, 256, 297, 327, 387. Wolfe, Rev. Charles, 333, 376. Wordsworth, William, 48, 189. THE LAUREL AND LYRE. CAS Edderline's Dream. BY PROFESSOR WILSON. 'ASTLE-OBAN is lost in the darkness of night, For the moon is swept from the starless heaven, And the latest line of lowering light That linger'd on the stormy even A dim-seen line, half cloud, half wave— A shuddering look, a shivering sigh, Therein is a lonesome room, Undisturb'd as some old tomb, Α That, built within a forest glen, And shelter'd by its black pine trees In the bosom of a mountain, O'er an arm more pure than snow, There sleeps in love and beauty's glow, Lo! the lamp's wan fitful light, Celestial in unconscious tears. Another gleam-how sweet the while Edderline's Dream. Through the midnight silence smile! To nothing moulder'd, one and all,. From her pillow, as if driven By an unseen demon's hand Disturbing the repose of heaven, Hath fallen her head. The long black hair, From the fillet's silken band In dishevell'd masses riven, Is streaming downwards to the floor. Is the last convulsion o'er? And will that length of glorious tresses, No, the lady is not dead, Though flung thus wildly o'er her bed'; On a chance plank, 'mid joyful cries Oh dreadful is the world of dreams, 3 |