188 GLENOWEN, OR THE

copied into the countenance of one
of his attendant fairies in the train. of
Oberon) to be a most happy effort
of imagination.

“© Accident often favoured me, where
foresight might have failed. So here
have I been,” added she, laughing,
** for several months, Queen of my
Fairy Palace, commanding, and or-
dering every thing by my supreme
power. But it is time that my ambi-
tious flights should, at length, find
their level: so here I am, my. dear
Charles, and my pretty Rosa, no longer
the Fairy Peribanou, but the com-
paratively humble Mrs. Macdonald.
My air-blown wand has fiown from
my hand, and melted into its original
element; my Fairy Palace is. trans-

, formed