. St. Nicholas [serial] . gle blast on me,And you shall soon your treasure see. Seizing it, he blew a shrill blast. The tools remainedthe same. He seized them, but they vanished. Muchdisappointed, he went out of the mountain and told his mother his adventures, and that he had de-cided to stay at home with her. He went to his roomto put on his working-clothes ; but as he laid his coatdown there was a heavy thump. He put his hand inhis pocket and drew out—the Magic Tools! After getting them in his possession we will hopethat he lived happy ever after. THE FAIRIES DANCE. BY ELSA FALK (AGE
. St. Nicholas [serial] . gle blast on me,And you shall soon your treasure see. Seizing it, he blew a shrill blast. The tools remainedthe same. He seized them, but they vanished. Muchdisappointed, he went out of the mountain and told his mother his adventures, and that he had de-cided to stay at home with her. He went to his roomto put on his working-clothes ; but as he laid his coatdown there was a heavy thump. He put his hand inhis pocket and drew out—the Magic Tools! After getting them in his possession we will hopethat he lived happy ever after. THE FAIRIES DANCE. BY ELSA FALK (AGE 16). When twilight, like a misty veil,Drops softly over hill and dale,When proud the silvery moon so fairMounts silently her throne of air,When lost in dreams lie wood and lake,T is then the fairy folk awake ! From fairyland, the realm of dreams,Oer bridges built of moonlight beams,Oer paths upon the glassy lake,Through darksome glen and tangled brake,This fairy band from elfland goWith footsteps light as falling A HEADING FOR AUGUST. BY BERYL MARGETSON, AGE 6. i9o5.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 953 In spots by mortal eyes neer seen, Where mosses grow like carpets green, Among the ferns and violets blue, And blossoms fair of every hue, Where glow-worms golden, fireflies bright, Diffuse their tender misty light,— There trip the gay and merry band An airy dance of fairyland, And whirl so lightly round and round, Their twinkling feet scarce touch the ground— Till, when the flush of dawn is seen, They flee in clouds of golden sheen. A DREAM OF THE FAIRIES. BY MARY CLARA TUCKER (AGE 15). {Hofior Member.)I sat beside a streamlet, flowing peacefully along;And as it flowed the murmuring waters sang to me a gay it was, now plaintive, so it lulled me far awayTo the pleasant land of slumber where the littlefairies stay. Then all those fairy crea-tures gathered round me— so I dreamed; And as I looked a count-less, brilliant multitude itseemed, As if five thousand rain-bow
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