56 The Fairy Godmothers.
lay, they will*begin again. Ah, my fifters, my

{pirit yearns for our fairer clime !”

And they arofe; but yet awhile they lingered
on the velvet lawn before that country-houfe, for
as they were preparing for flight, the founds they
loved fo well, of harmonious mufic, greeted their
ears.

“* Ah, there is the artift’s hand again,” cried
Ambrofia. ‘I fee the lovely fketch before me
once more !”

And fo it was, that it, and the peaceful foreft
{cene, and the interefting face of Hermione, feemed
to reappear before them all as they liftened to her
mufic. Tender, and full of fentiment were the
founds at firft, as if the mufician were aéting the
fcene of the opera whence they came.

‘© Lieder ohne Worte,”* murmured Ambrofia.

But it was to the fwelling founds of a farewell
chorus that they arofe into the air, and took their
leave of earth.

And now, dear Readers, there is but one thing
more todo, ‘To afk if you have gueffed the Fairy
gift ?

The Fairies, you fee, had not. What Euphro-
fyne had faid was true. ‘They had liftened to
-{uch a quantity of converfation they could not un-
derftand, and they were fo unufed to think much
about any thing, or to hear much beyond their

* Songs without Words.—Mendelssohn,