A SERENADE. 291 



" A serenade from the Naiads, by Jupiter 1" exclaimed 

 Smith. 



" A concert, by the Genii of the waters 1" cried the 

 Doctor. 



" Hush 1" said Spalding, " we are trespassing upon fairy 

 domain ; the spirits of these old woods, these mountains and 

 rock-bound lakes, are abroad, and well may they carol in 

 their joyousness in a night like this." . 



In a little while the music changed, and 



" Come o'er the moonlight sea " 



came swelling over the lake. And again it changed and 



" Come mariner down in the deep with me" 



went gently and swiftly abroad on the air. The mnsic 

 ceased for a moment, and then two manly voices, of great 

 depth and power, came floating to our ears to the words : 



" ' Farewell ! Farewell I To thee, Araby's daughter,' 

 Thus warbled a Peri, beneath the deep sea, 

 ' No pearl ever lay under Onan's dark water, 

 More pure in its shell than thy spirit in thee.' " 



" That's flesh and blood, at least," exclaimed the Doctor, 

 "and I propose to ascertain who are treating us to this 

 charming serenade in the stillness of midnight." 



We went down to the margin of the lake, and a few rods 

 from the shore lay a little craft like our own, in which were 

 seated two gentlemen, the one with a flute and the other 

 with a violin. They had seen our campfire from their shanty 



