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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, lß6B, by J. W. Burke A Cos., in the Clerk’s Oflice of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia. VOL. 11. SUMMER WOODS. / ye into the summer woods; I O There entercth no annoy ; joy All greonly wave the chestnut loaves, “pCX And the earth is full ofjoy. I cannot tell you half the sights Os beauty you may see— The bursts of golden sunshine, And many a shady tree. There, lightly swung, in bowery glades, The honey-suckles twine; There blooms the pink sabbatia, And the scarlet columbine ; There grows the purple violet In some dusk woodland spot; There grows the little Mayflower, And the wood forget-me-not. And many a merry bird is there, Unscarcd by lawless men ; The blue-winged jay, the woodpecker, And golden-crested wren : Come down, and ye shall see them all, The timid and the bold ; For their sweet life of pleasantness, It is not to be told. I’ve seen the freakish squirrels drop Down from their leafy tree, The little squirrels with the old, — G reat joy it was to me ! And far within that summer wood, Among the leaves so green. There flows a little gurgling brook, The brightest e’er was seen. There come the little gentle birds, Without a fear of ill, Down to the murmuring water’s edge, And freely drink their fill, And dash about, and splash about, — The merry little things,— And look askance with bright, black eyes, And flirt their dripping wings. The nodding plants, they bowed their heads, As if, in heartsome cheer. They spake unto those little things, “ ’Tis merry living here!” Oh, how my heart ran o’er with joy! I saw that all was good. And how we might glean up delight All round us, if we would ! Mary llowitt. * .<y. * - is the night of the mind. What would be a day without its night ? The day reveals the sun only ; the night brings to light the whole of the uni verse. The analogy is complete. Sor row is the firmament of thought and the school of intelligence. MACON, GEORGIA, JULY 18, 1 863. Written for Burke’s Weekly. THE ENCHANTED SPRING. FAIRY TALE. BY SISTER PAUL. CHAPTER VII. T H E NEW HO ME . T last they awoke, and looked into each other’s eyes sur prised, and wonderingly they gazed upon the beauties that surrounded them. They sat up in their sea-shell bed, and holding up their hands, clean, and soft, and beautiful, looked with surprise up on the frills of fine lace that was gather ed around them. They raised the silken coverlet that partly fell over the golden pedestal, and Neina whisperingly said to her sister: “Sister, sister! oh, how beautiful!” and she leaned over the side of the bed until the light reflected from the golden l-ays, shone upon her curls. Minna whispered, “Where are we, Neina?” “Oh, Minna, look at the flowers on the carpet! Look at the beautiful vines climbing over the windows, and hear the sweet music of the beautiful birds !” “Where is our forest, and where is our fire-fly lamp?” said Minna. “ Oh, sister Minna ! look at our won derful bed !” said Neina. “It is mark ed like the sky when the sun sets, with pink, and blue, and silver clouds,” and she pointed to the delicate shading of the sea shell, which rounded off grace fully about their feet. “ Where is our mother, and our fath er, and our cow, that came up every day lowing through the forest?” asked Minna. “Let us get out of the bed,” said Neina, as she stepped out and seated herself upon the soft carpet. “ Oh, Minna,” she said, “do get out and look at the beautiful golden work that holds it up.” Then Minna stepped out of the bed upon the carpet, and both, seated down, looked with delighted surprise upon the beautiful design. After a while they turned from the bed to look upon other things. They rose up and walked, stepping gently and speaking in whispers, as if they thought some stranger would hear them. They went on from beauty to beauty, one arm around each waist, and their heads so near that their curls mingled together. They came at last to a cabinet of pearl with glass windows. Beautiful dolls of various kinds were in this cabinet. Some of them had black eyes and hair, like their own ; some of them had eyes the color of the sky, and locks looking like the soft white clouds that float across it on a bright summer day. Neina said often again to her sister: “Oh, how beautiful!” Minna responded often, but in a faint er voice, “ Where are we ?” CHAPTER VIII. THE BEAUTIFUL LADY. They heard delightful music, and both the children stood for a while to listen to the charming melody. Then, with their arms twined around each other, they went tip-toeing to the door, to look out and see, if they could, from whence it came. When arrived there, they found that they were not alone, but that there was another room, and in it two other children. To Minna and Neina they seemed very lovely—more lovely because they were so different from themselves. They had blue eyes and golden locks, which hung down in beautiful ringlets over their snow-white necks. With these children there was a beau tiful lady, dressing them in lovely robes and singing to them enchanting words of a sweet, melodious song : “ Come to the bower, to the fairy bower, Where the nymphs and the fairies show their power; Come to the ring round the eglantine tree, Where the breezes laugh in their very glee, Whispering of me. “ Step quick and light o’er the grassy lawn ; Come, 0 come, at the early dawn— Come at night, when the gentle spell That the fairies and wizzards love so well, Whispers of ine. “ The lioney-bec, as he shakes his wings, And from his feet the sweet burden flings, Again in the air, far over the lea, lie goes away to the green-wood tree, Whispering of me. . “-Honey bee,— honey bee, — As you come over the lea, Whisper of me. Whisper of me,—whisper of me,— As you come over the lea. Whisper of me.” NO. 3.