nebula of the Milky Way into stars, discovered other systems of stars-beautiful diamond points, glittering through the black darkness beyond. When he beheld this amazing abyss-when he saw these systems scattered profusely throughout space-when he reflected upon their immense distances, their enormous magnitude, and the countless millions of worlds that belonged to them, it seemed to him as though the wild dream of the German poet was more than realized. ; 2. God called man in dreams into the vestibule of heaven, saying, "Come up hither, and I will show thee the glory of my house." And to his angels who stood about his throne, he said, "Take him, strip him of his robes of flesh; cleanse his affections; put a new breath into his nostrils but touch not his human heart-the heart that fears and hopes and trembles." A moment, and it was done, and the man stood ready for his unknown voyage. Under the guidance of a mighty angel, with sound of flying pinions, they sped away from the battlements of heaven. Some time on the mighty angel's wings they fled through Saharas of darkness, wilderness of death. 3. At length, from a distance not counted save in the arithmetic of heaven, light beamed upon them-a sleepy flame as seen through a hazy cloud. They sped on in their terrible speed to meet the light; the light with lesser speed came to meet them. In a moment the blazing of suns around them—a moment the wheeling of planets; then came long eternities of twilight; then again on the right hand and the left appeared other constellations. At last the man sank down, crying, "Angel, I can go no further; let me lie down in the grave and hide myself from the infinitude of the universe, for end there is none. "End is there none?" demanded the angel. And from the glittering stars that shone around, there came a choral shout-" End there is none !" "End there is none?" demanded the angel again; "and is it this that awes thy soul? I answer, end there is none to the universe of God! Lo, also, there is no beginning!" LXXXIV.-UNDER THE VIOLETS. O. W. HOLMES. 1. Her hands are cold; her face is white; 2. But not beneath a graven stone, To plead for tears with alien eyes; 3. And gray old trees of hugest limb Shall wheel their circling shadows round That drinks the greenness from the ground, 4. When o'er their boughs the squirrels run, And through their leaves the robins call, And, ripening in the autumn sun, The acorns and the chestnuts fall, 5. For her the morning choir shall sing 6. When, turning round their dial-track, 7. At last the rootlets of the trees Shall find the prison where she lies, 8. If any, born of kindlier blood, Should ask, What maiden lies below? That tried to blossom in the snow, LXXXV. THE POET AND THE ALCHEMIST ANONYMOUS. 1. Authors of modern date are wealthy fellows;— The rhymes and novels which cajole us, But from the waters of Pactolus. 2. Before this golden age of writers, Of odes and poems to be twisted For patrons who have heavy purses.- All ticketed from A to Izzard; He spun, and like his hempen brother, 3. Hard by his attic lived a chemist, And though unflattered by the dimmest To find the art of changing metals, 4. Our starving poet took occasion To seek this conjuror's abode, Not with encomiastic ode, Or laudatory dedication, But with an offer to impart, For twenty pounds, the secret art Of metals, chemistry, and fire, 5. The money paid, our bard was hurried Crowed, capered, giggled, seemed to spurn his And cried, as he secured the door And carefully put to the shutter, "Now, now, the secret I implore; Out with it-speak-discover-utter!" 6. With grave and solemn look, the poet Cried-"List-O, list! for thus I show it: Let this plain truth those ingrates strike, Who still, though blessed, new blessings crave, That we may all have what we like, Simply by liking what we have." LXXXVI.—THE DISCONTENTED PENDULUM. JANE TAYLOR. 1. An old clock that had stood for fifty years in a farmer's kitchen, without giving its owner any cause of complaint, early one summer's morning, before the family was stirring, suddenly stopped. Upon this, the dial-plate (if we may credit the fable) changed countenance with alarm; the hands made a vain effort to continue their course; the wheels remained motionless with surprise; the weights hung speechless; each member felt disposed to lay the blame on the others. At length the dial instituted a formal inquiry as to the cause of the stagnation, when hands, wheels, weights, with one voice protested their innocence. 2. But now a faint tick was heard below from the pendulum, who thus spoke :-"I confess myself to be the sole cause of the present stoppage; and I am willing, for the general satisfaction, to assign my reasons. The truth is, that I am tired of ticking." Upon hearing this, the old clock became so enraged, that it was on the very point of striking. 3. "Lazy wire!" exclaimed the dial-plate, holding up its hands. "Very good!" replied the pendulum, "it is vastly easy for you, Mistress Dial, who have always, as everybody knows, set yourself up above me,-it is vastly easy for you, I say, to accuse other people of laziness! You, who have had nothing to do all the days of your life, but to stare people in the face, and to amuse yourself with watching all that goes on in the kitchen! Think, I beseech you, how you would like to be shut up for life in this dark closet, and to wag backwards and forwards year after year, as I do." 4. As to that," said the dial," is there not a window in your house, on purpose for you to look through?" "For all that," resumed the pendulum, "it is very dark here; and although there is a window, I dare not stop, even for an instant, to look out at it. Besides, I am really tired of my way of life; and if you wish, I'll tell you how I took this disgust at my employment. I happened this morning to be calculating how many times I should have to tick in the |