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CROTCHET CASTLE.

Lady Clarinda, being prevailed on to take the harp in her turn, sang the following stanzas.

In the days of old,Lovers felt true passion,Deeming years of sorrowBy a smile repaid.Now the charms of gold,Spells of pride and fashion,Bid them say good morrowTo the best-loved maid.
Through the forests wild,O'er the mountains lonely,They were never wearyHonor to pursue :If the damsel smiledOnce in seven years only,All their wanderings dreary,Ample guerdon knew.
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