A JINGLING POET.
The good people of Stockholm have a public holiday in honour of Bellman, a Swedish poet, who died forty years ago. We thought our gold-laced Christmas rhymsters were the only poets of that name.
SONG.
The Swiss are so much attached to their native country, that a certain song, called Ranz de Vaches, sung by the cowherds and milkmaids, affects them so much, when in a foreign land, that they must return home, or pine away and die!
Oh, when shall I return to stay
With all I love, now far away;
Our brooks so clear,
Our hamlets dear,