text:  "My son why thus to my arm dost cling?" "Father dost thou not see the Erlie-king? The king with his crown and long black train!" "My son 'tis a streak of the misty rain! " "Come hither thou darling! come go with me! Fair games know I that I'll play with thee; Many bright flowers my kingdoms hold! My mother has many a robe of gold!" "O father dear father and dost thou not hear What the Erlie-king whispers so low in mine ear?" "Calm thee my boy 'tis only the breeze Rustling the dry leaves beneath the trees!" "Wilt thou go bonny boy! wilt thou go with me? My daughters shall wait on thee daintilie; My daughters around thee in dance shall sweep And rock thee and kiss thee and sing thee to sleep!" "O father dear father! and dost thou not mark Erlie-king's daughters move by in the dark?" "I see it my child; but it is not they 'Tis the old willow nodding its head so grey!" "I love thee! thy beauty charms me quite; And if thou refusest I'll take thee by might!" "O father dear father! he's grasping me-- My heart is as cold as cold can be!" The father rides swiftly--with terror he gasps-- The sobbing child in his arms he clasps; He reaches the castle with spurring and dread; But alack! in his arms the child lay dead! * * * * * Who has not heard of Mignon?--sweet delicate little Mignon?--the woman-child in whose miniature rather than portrait it is easy to trace the original of fairy Fenella? We would that we could adequately translate the song which in its native German is so exquisitely plaintive that few can listen to it without tears