of flame; and as their fiendish lustre glared upon him, he shrunk back, as from a scorching flame. A nose, enormous, and rubicund as the carbuncle of the East, protruded 'many a rood' from the face of his evil spirit; and immense whiskers, rough and shaggy as the lion's mane, flowed around his visage. The goldmonster continued to frown upon him fearfully, till at length the bewildered senses of Mike could look no longer, and he fell to the earth utterly senseless. When Mike awoke, the morning sun was looking cheerfully into his own chamber window, and the birds that make merry in every bright summer morning, were singing gaily on the house-eaves above his head. He rubbed his eyes in astonishment, and was in doubt whether he had not lost his senses, or whether the visiter, the money, the walk at midnight, and the horrible goblin, were not all but the mere creations of a dream. While lost in these doubts and difficulties, a neighbour opportunely stepped in, to whom he related the whole scene, adding at the same time suitable embellishments to the appearance of the fiend-like apparition, which had haunted him. His friend heard him patiently for a time expatiate on the miraculous adventure, but at length could preserve his gravity no longer, and burst forth into loud ha ha ha's! When he had recovered sufficient breath to articulate, he confessed to the electrified Mike that his visiter was no other than himself, and that he had practised the hoax, in order to decide a wager with mine host of the Boar's Head, who had bet a dozen of his choicest binn, that no one could get the better of shrewd Mike Wild of the North End. THE SONG OF THE SLEIGHER. HURRA! hurra!! hurra!!! Jump in! jump into the sleigh! For the moon is up in the midnight skies, Hurra! hurra!! hurra!!! My boys, we 're losing time The whip is cracked, and the word is, 'Go!' To the sleigh-bells' merry chime! Hurra! hurra!! hurra!!! Put the coursers to their speed! The laugh, the jest, our spirits cheer, |