"And where are they, I pray you tell ?”

She anfwer'd, "Seven are we, And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to fea.

Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My fifter and my brother,
And in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."

"You fay that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet you are feven; I pray you tell
Sweet maid, how this may be?"

Then did the little maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree."

"You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive;

If two are in the church-yard laid, ye are only five."

Then

"Their graves are green, they may be feen." The little maid reply'd,

"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are fide by fide..

My stockings there I often knit,
My 'kerchief there I hem
And there upon the ground I fit-
I fit and fing to them..

And often after funfet, Sir,,
When it is light and fair,

I take my little porringer,
And eat my fupper there..

The firft that dy'd was little Jane;
In bed fhe moaning lay,

Till God releas'd her of her pain,
And then fhe went away.

So in the church-yard fhe was laid,
And all the fummer dry,

Together round her grave we play'd,
My brother John and 1.

And when the ground was white with snow,

And I could run and flide,

My brother John was forc'd to go,

And he lies by her fide."

"How many are you then," faid I, "If they two are in Heaven ?"

The little maiden did reply,

"O Mafter! we are feven."

"But they are dead; thofe two are dead! Their fpirits are in heaven !"

'Twas throwing words away; for still The little maid would have her will, And faid, "Nay, we are seven!"

RURAL ARCHITECTURE.

THERE's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,

Three rofy cheek'd fchool-boys, the highest not

more

Than the height of a counsellor's bag;

To the top of Great How did it please them to climb,

And there they built up without mortar or lime A man on the peak of the

crag.

They built him of stones gather'd up as they lay, They built him and chriften'd him all in one day, An urchin both vigorous and hale;

And fo without fcruple they call'd him Ralph Jones. Now Ralph is renown'd for the length of his bones; The Magog of Legberthwaite dale.

Just half a week after the wind fallied forth,
And, in anger or merriment, out of the North
Coming on with a terrible pother,

From the peak of the crag blew the giant away.
And what did thefe fchool-boys?-The very next

day

They went and they built

up

another.

* Great How is a single and confpicuous hill, which rises towards the foot of Thirl-mere, on the western fide of the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite, along the high road between Keswick and Amblefide.

-Some little I've feen of blind boisterous works In Paris and London, 'mong Christians and Turks, Spirits bufy to do and undo :

At remembrance whereof my blood fometimes will flag,

-Then, light-hearted boys, to the top of the crag! And I'll build up a giant with you.

THE KING OF THE CROCODILES.

OH! I have loft my darling boy

In whom my foul had all its joy,
And I for forrow have torn my veil
And forrow hath made my very heart pale.

Oh I have loft my darling child,

And that's the lofs that makes me wild,
He stoop'd to the river down to drink
And there was a crocodile by the brink.