ON AN INDIAN BASKET.

I know not by whose patient hand
This basket woven strand by strand
From pliant reeds and grasses fine,
Was shaped; nor whose the rare design-
True copy of the lightnings lance
Inwove its beauty to enhance.

But this I know; my hearts desire-
The large chu sett you so admire-
May not be mine for some time hence.
'T is marked "Twelve dollars, fifty cents!"

J. Torrey Conner.