HUM, THE SON OF BUZ. 79 



revived a little, danced up and down, perched on a green 

 spray that was wreathed across the breast of a Psyche, and 

 looked then like a little flitting soul returning to its rest. 

 Towards evening he drooped ; and, having been nursed and 

 warmed and cared for, he was put to sleep on a green 

 twig laid on the piano. In that sleep the little head drooped 

 nodded fell; and little Hum went where other bright 

 dreams go, to the Land of the Hereafter. 



