can any man see ghosts, like him? or fight with his own shadow"SESSA"as he does in that strangely-neglected thing, the Cobbler of Prestonwhere his alternations from the Cobbler to the Magnifico, and from the Magnifico to the Cobbler, keep the brain of the spectator in as wild a ferment, as if some Arabian Night were being acted before him.

Not so wild a dream.

Rouse none from their slumbers, for I would not have those prating knaves know that I could credit so wild a tale as our landlord has told.

"I'm wild an' woolly an' full o' fleas I'm hard to curry below the knees" Thus he carolled loudly two lines of the justly popular song.

Yet in so deep, so wild a groan, A sharper anguish seems to live Than life's expiring pang can give: He dies deserted, and alone If pity can allay thy woes Sad spirit they shall find repose Thy friend, thy long-lov'd friend is near!

"Should he advance, his cause is just, And blood will mingle with the dust, But heaven forbid our power should be O'erwhelmed to give him victory; Though strong his arm, and wild his ire, And vengeance keen his heart inspire.

Then, too, they say, in drear Egyptian wilds The lion and the tiger prowl for prey With roarings loud!

Sudden with rage their injur'd bosoms burn, Retort the insult, or the wound return; Unwrong'd, as gentle as the breeze that sweeps 170 The unbending harvests or undimpled deeps, They guard, the Kings of Needwood's wide domains, Their sister-wives and fair infantine trains; Lead the lone pilgrim through the trackless glade, Or guide in leafy wilds the wand'ring maid.

"Would you have a man, who has followed blue water fifty years, scandalize wood and iron after so wild a manner?

What prayer can wild, unrestrained, unheeding Genius utter with more fervency?

That was as wild a ride as any living being ever engaged in.

INTRODUCTION TO SONGS OF INNOCENCE Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: 'Pipe a song about a Lamb!'

Can I do so wild a thing?

At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power; In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror; In dreams his song of triumph heard; Then wore his monarch's signet ring: Then pressed that monarch's thronea king; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.

One may well ask what can have induced the stolid Kentish folk to follow so wild a Celt as this.

I heard a bird on the linden tree, From which November leaves were falling, Sweet were its notes, and wild their tone; And pensive there as I paused alone, They spake with a mystical voice to me, The sunlight of vanish'd years recalling From out the mazy past.

As Zaidu sadly turns and rides away, The hermit from his cave comes forth to pray: "Alas! hath all these wilds their charms here lost?

"And yet erewhile, if night her shadows threw "O'er the known woodlands of my native vale; "Fancy in visions wild the landscape drew, "And swelled with boding sounds the whisp'ring gale.