OFF FOR SLUMBERLAND.- Purple waves t evenin play Upon the western shores of day, While balnes sail, so safe and tree, '' Over the mystic Slumber 80a. Tbeir little boats are oradles light; The sails are curtains pure aud white; The rudders are sweet lullabies; The anchors, soft uid sleepy sighs. They're outward bound for Sluraberland, Where shining dreams lie on the sand. Like whlsp'ring shells that murmur low The pretty fancies lbies know. And there, among the dream shells bright, The little ones will play all night, . ' Until the sleepy tide turns-then : They"ll all come sailing home again! Caroline Evans in St. Nicholas.