Absence.

Absence from home on distant journeying is a most favourable omen in dreams, presaging great happiness.

ACHMET SEIRIM, c. 147.

FARE thee well, thou lane so humble !-quiet home, fare well to thee!

Sadly gazed I on my parents; and my Mary gazed on me.

Here so far, so far I wander; still for home and love I

long;

Merry sing my wild companions;-but it seems a hollow

song.

Other cities oft receive me,-other maidens oft I see; Other maidens are they truly,-not the maiden loved by

me.

"Other cities, other maidens !"-here so lost and sad I

stand;

Other maidens, other cities!-give me back my Father

land!

COUNT ALBERT VON SCHLIPPENBACH.

Why must our souls thus love and thus be riven?
Return-thy parting wakes mine agony !

HEMANS.

Must I then, must I then from my home-land away,

And my love no longer see?

In a year, in a year, in a year from to-day
I'll return, my own heart's love to thee.
Think not, if other maids I meet,

That false I e'er can be;

If thou'rt true, if thou'rt true, if thou'rt true to me, sweet,

Thine own love, thine own love I'll be!

In a year, in a year when the vintage hath come,
Again I'll be here by thy side.

If thou'rt true to me, true to me, true to me then,
We'll be happy as bridegroom and bride.
In a year my wandering will be o'er

Then I'll dream of thee and thine.

If thou'rt true to me, true to me, true to me then,
I'll be blest and make thee mine.

FROM THE GERMAN BY CHARLES G. Leland.

Account Books.

To dream of account-books, receipts, notes, bills, &c., presages great wealth. To go over such business documents, or to add up figures, is a sure sign that some weighty affair has been neglected and requires immediate attention.

TARE and tret;

Gross and net,

GERMAN DREAM BOOK.

Box and hogsheads, dry and wet:

Ready made,

Of every grade,

Wholesale, retail, will you trade?

How he got and used his gold.

FROM THE ST. ANTHONY (MINNESOta) Casket.

Eolian Harps.

Spirits hover around you in dreams,-Fortune and happiness.

REICHHALTIGES Traum BUCH.

THIS life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a joyous

strain,

But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail, as of

souls in pain.

LONGFELLOW.

The chord, the harp's full chord is hushed,
The voice hath died away,

Whence music, like sweet waters, gushed

But yesterday.

And all the memories, all the dreams

They woke in floating by,

The tender thoughts, th' Elysian gleams—
Could these too die?

Whence were they?-like the breath of flowers,
Why thus to come and go?

A long, long journey must be ours,

Ere this we know !

HEMANS.

A sound of music, such as they might deem
The song of spirits-that would sometimes sail
Close to their ear, a deep, delicious stream,
Then sweep away and die with a low wail;
Then come again.

I've heard thee wake with touch refined,
The viewless harp strings of the wind,
When on my ears their soft tones fell,
Sweet as the voice of Israfel.

CROLY.

HENRY NEELE.

Hast heard in dreams the wind harp's tone?

Then in thy soul rejoice;

No one is friendless and alone,

Who hears its spirit-voice.

ANONYMOUS.

Anchor.

According to VON GERSTENBERGK, who has culled his "Dream Lexicon" from the writings of APOMAZOR, ArteMIDORUS, CARDANUS, and JOHN ENGELBRECHT;—to dream of an anchor denotes security. Others declare it to presage the fulfilment of long-deferred hopes, while a third authority asserts that it implies hindrance and delay.

Ar first all deadly shapes were driven
Tumultuously across her sleep,

And o'er the vast cope of bending Heaven
All ghastly visaged clouds did sweep;
And as towards the east she turned

She saw aloft in the morning air,
Which now with hues of sunrise burned,
A great black anchor rising there;
And wherever the lady turned her eyes
It hung before her in the skies.

The sky was blue as the summer sea,
The depths were cloudless over head,

The air was calm as it could be,

There was no sight nor sound of dread,
But that black anchor floating still

Over the piny eastern hill.

MARIANNE'S DREAM. SHELLEY.