some cows, and without hurting their milk; but they are excellent for
horses whose wind is injured.

A.B.

* * * * *


A FETCH.

(_For the Mirror_.)


"I do believe," (as Byron cries,)
"There is a haunted spot,
And I can point out where it lies,
But cannot--where 'tis not.

Turn gentle people, lend an ear,
Unto my simple tale,
It will not draw a single tear
Nor make the heart bewail,

'Tis of a ghost! O ladies fair!
Start not with sore affright,
It will not harm a single hair,
Nor 'make it stand upright."

Attend, it was but yesternight,
I in my garret sat,