AN ENIGMA.

"SELDOM we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnetTrash of all trash !-how can a lady don it? Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff— Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff

Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it." And, veritably, Sol is right enough.

The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles-ephemeral and so transparent―

But this is, now-you may depend upon it

Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint

Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.

[The names concealed within this sonnet will appear, when

read by the clue already given to "A Valentine."]

ANNABEL LEE.

Ir was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;'

And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love which was more than love

I and my ANNABEL LEE;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

me dreams

For the moon never beams without bringing
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee",
And the stars never rise but I ree the bright eyes
of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And `vo, all the night-tide, I lie down by the vide
of my darling, my darling, my life and my
In her sepulchre there by the rea

In her tomb by the ride of the sea.

FAC-SIMILE OF THE MS. OF "ANNABEL LEE.

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