AMT TABIEEE BONG S: ME OVE.

point that must have been a favorite outlook with the early settlers — those poor
unfortunates who perished here, so far from home and friends. Little wonder
that Columbus was execrated ; the wonder is, indeed, that he was not killed by
these dupes of his ambition. They died so rapidly that consternation seized the
settlers, and sickly Isabella was abandoned as soon as the interior was opened to
adventure.

And they were fine hidalgos, these victims of Isabella, whose ghosts yet
retain the traditions of departed greatness and high-bred courtesy; for it is said
they yet haunt these same woods, and linger in the ruins. They can be distin-
guished from ordinary and common ghosts by their invariable politeness to a
stranger, for some of them, it is declared, have been encountered here, and,
though wrapped in gloomy meditation, they courteously returned salutes,
which indicates innate refinement in ghosts that have been running wild in the
woods four hundred years.

I waited late, hoping to get a glimpse of one, and much regretted that there
was no moon, for a gentlemanly ghost is my admiration. But the sun descended,
the shadows darkened into shades, and the woods grew black, long before I left
them; and I cannot truly say that I saw an Isabella ghost. The night be-
fore our departure the horses were sent over by Don Ricardo; their fodder
of guinea-grass was piled before them and they themselves were tethered to the
fence, where they remained all night; and we took an early departure in the
morning.

Frederick A. Ober.

POM INE sO ers aLO ie.

ITH shouts of laughter
That followed after,
This forfeit made its stern behest:
“ Kneel to the prettiest,
Bow to the wittiest,
And kiss the one you love the best.”

“Come, choose her boldly,”
They cry, but coldly
He turns from all the maidens there,
To bow —and lingers
To kiss her fingers,
While kneeling at his mother’s chair.
Ruth Hail.