THE MYSTIC LAND In that xtranuo and mystic* land, Whero tho skies art" soft and bland, And novep blight or sadness comes auoar, Whore joy ruloth endlessly, And all things are |{ld and free, Year by year, I havo wandered near and far, Grasped all wonders that thorn are, Climbed tho pinuacles that touch its friendly akioa; Wrapped in ita perfect oaao, I havo hoard ita melodies, Rise and rise. In that land of calm divine, All UliuMM I ohooeo aro niino; For ita trenailre-houaoa open wido to 1110 The choiceat of nil time— Tho *|>oiltt of ovory clime, Vaat and freo. • Wt, land of corn and wine ! Oh, land, awoot laud of miuo, Whoee gilded turrota crowd tho spicy air ; Isold of unfailing stroama— Oh, magic land of dreams, Thou art fair, Heavenly fair! —Km in a if. Cam, in llnliiwin'* Monthly. IN DISGUISE. "I ,suppose I must give you up sonic time, my child," said Martin Van-tone, "and if you can find it in your heart to choose Frem and give her a good meal. He was accustomed to her eccentric freaks and obeyed. After the child |lia I finished D.ii-v entered the room, carrying a 1 rg bundle. "Well, little one, 1 have brought something for you. and if you