As for the wicked step-mother, she died of grief and vexation.

THE OLD VIKING.

AN ADAPTATION FOR MUSIC.

Why ’midst these shadowy woods should I

In grave-like loneness, lingering, die?

’Tis ours to unfurl the sail, and ride

Away as of old on the flashing tide.

How bleak these beetling crags, and bare!

What lifeless gloom broods everywhere!

In this poor mousetrap of a hold,