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 HUNGARIAN LITERATORE But vainly he wails in his deep shady nooll ; The deer is asleep by the cool weiling lwoo/1, Whilsl the sun ever higher tloth rise. The hunter ne'er moves from his suf'e hiding-place ; He will watch till ihe lwilighl halh moved on apace, Some stf'oke of good /orlune to meet. And see l there is something at length comes in sighl :­ A moth which a maiden, aU lovely and brighl, Follows after with light faliing feel. " O pretty gold buttet'fly, come to me, pf'ay l o" bence to thy distant home lead me away, Whwe the sun sinks to f'est /af' below l " Thus saith the faif' maid, as she hastily hies A way o' er the swaf'd in puf'suit of hef' prize ; And she spof'ts on hef' path likd a f'Oe. The huntef' exclaims : " What a true f'oyal chase l " Then staf'ts /f'om his post to puf'sue in the f'ace ; And follaws the gif'l in her flight. Fof'getting all else, to o'ef'take hef' he's bent ,· While she, unawaf'e, on the moth is inteni ; Both in hopes of a faif'y delight. " I've caught thee at last l " said the maiden with foy, And Jaid hef' faif' hand on the fiuttering toy. " Thou'f't caught l"said the huntef', as well ; And held /of'th at once his right hand to the maid, Who let go the fly ; and, though gf'eatly aff'aid, Won his heaf't by her eyes' magic spell. II. " Oh l say ; tloth the house of Petef'di stanel r Its gallant old lord, lives he yet in the lan d- r " His house, t"hough clecayecl, bideth stil l . There sits by the wine-cup the veff'an at f'esl, The maid at his side, and the young slf'anger guest, Whose bright eyes soft al l uf'ement doth fill• • • • • •