reading I find, in Greek, Theocritus, the "Prometheus" of Æschylus, several of Plutarch's Lives, and the works of Lucian. In Latin, Lucretius, Pliny's Letters, the "Annals" and "Germany" of Tacitus. In French, the "History of the French Revolution" by Lacretelle. He read for the first time, this year, Montaigne's Essays, and regarded them ever after as one of the most delightful and instructive books in the world. The list is scanty in English works: Locke's Essay, "Political Justice," and Coleridge's " Lay Sermon," form nearly the whole. It was his frequent habit to read aloud to me in the evening; in this way we read, this year, the New Testament, "Paradise Lost," Spenser's Faery Queen," and "Don Quixote." Poems Written in 1817 Marianne's Dream I. PALE dream came to a Lady fair, And said, A boon, a boon, I pray ! I know the secrets of the air, And things are lost in the glare of day, Which I can make the sleeping see, If they will put their trust in me. II. And thou shalt know of things unknown, The veiny lids, whose fringe is thrown And half in hope, and half in fright, III. At first all deadly shapes were driven And o'er the vast cope of bending heaven If the golden sun shone forth on high. IV. And as towards the east she turned, A V. The sky was blue as the summer sea, The depths were cloudless overhead, The air was calm as it could be, There was no sight or sound of dread, |