THE ELFIN EXILE. 



"Tis but a fancy, born 'mid woodland dells, 

 Nurtured within the sound of tinkling brooks, 

 And fed from flowery chalices with dew 

 Perfumed and honey-sweet. 



You say we have no Fairies in America — it is true the race 

 are not found here, but did you never hear the story of the 

 gentle Mimosa ? Let us sit down on this mossy old root, and 

 while the brook tinkles pleasantly at our feet, I will tell you 

 what befel the Elfin Exile. 



The Fairy Mimosa was one of the sweetest and tenderest of 

 creatures ; — not beautiful, if bloom and radiance are essential 

 to beauty, but so gentle, so full of kindly affections, so ex- 

 quisitely sensitive to all tender and good impulses that her face 

 beamed with a loveliness far better than mere beauty. Simple 

 in all her tastes, she never decked herself in the gay colors 

 which her sisters often assumed. A vesture of dark green, 

 bound to her slender waist by a girdle of silver thread drawn 



