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drive on very passable and agreable in my house." So I go in, and find times till we approached ourselves near myself very proper, and soon come so London; but then come one another as if I was in my own particular coach of the opposition to pass by, and chamber; and Mr. Box come next day, the coachman

say, “ No, my boy, it and I find very soon that he was the shan't do!” and then he whip his horses, right Box, and not the wrong box.and make some traverse upon the Ha, ha !-You shall excuse my badiroad, and tell to me, all the times, a nage,-eh? But never mind-I am long explication what the other coach- going at Leicestershire to see the foxes man have done otherwhiles, and finish hunting, and perhaps will get upon a not till we stop, and the coach of op- coach-box in the spring, and go at position come behind him in one nar- Edinburgh ; but I have fear I cannot row place. Well-then he twist him come at your “ Noctes,” because I self round, and, with full voice, cry have not learn yet to eat so great suphimself out at the another man, who per. I always read what they speak was so angry as himself, “ I'll tell you there twice over, except what Mons. what, my hearty! If you comes some Le “Shepherd” say, what I read three more of your gammon at me, I shan't time; but never could comprend exstand, and you shall yourself find in actly what he say, though I discern the wrong box.It was not for many some time the grand idea, what walk weeks after as I find out the wrong in darkness almost “visible," as your box meaning.

divine Milton say. I am particular Well—we get at London, at the fond of the poetry. I read three books coaches office, and I unlightened from of the “ Paradise Lost” to Mr. Box, my seat, and go at the bureau for pay but he not hear me no more—he promy passage, and gentleman very po- nounce me perfect. lite demanded if I had some friend at After one such compliment, it would London. I converse with him very be almost the same as ask you for anolittle time in voyaging, because he ther, if I shall make apology in case I was in the interior; but I perceive he have not find the correct ideotism of is real gentleman. So, I say, No, your language in this letter; so I shall sir, I am stranger.” Then he very not make none at all,—only throw myhonestly recommend me at an hotel, self at your mercy, like a great critic. very proper, and tell me, “Sir, because But never mind, --we shall see. If I have some affairs in the Banque, I you take this letter as it ought, I shall must sleep in the City this night; but not proniise if I would not write you to-morrow I shall come at the hotel, one other some time. where you shall find some good atten I conclude in presenting at you my tions if you make the use of my name.” compliments very respectful. I am Very well," I tell myself, “ this is sorry for your gout and crutchedness, best.” So we exchange the cards, and and hope you shall miss them in the I have hackney coach to come at my spring. hotel, where they say, “ No room, sir, I have the honor of subscribe unyself, -very sorry,--no room. But I de Sir, mand to stop the moment, and pro

Your very humble and duce the card what I could not read

Much obedient servant, before, in the movements of the coach

LOUIS LE CHEMINANT, with the darkness. The master of the hotel take it from my hand, and be P.S.-Ha, ha !-It is very droll!come very polite at the instant, and I tell my valet, we go at Leicestershire whisper to the ear of some waiters, for the hunting fox.–Very well.--So and these come at me, and say, “Oh soon as I finish this letter, he come yes, sir. I know Mr. Box very well. and demand what I shall leave behind Worthy gentleman, Mr. Box.–Very in orders for some presents, to give proud to incommode any friend of Mr. what people will come at my lodgBox-pray inlight yourself, and walk ments for Christmas Boxes.


(From the German of John Paul Richter.) If my heart should ever become so Egyptian stone Sphynx, half-buried hapless and so withered, that every in the sand ; and the universe is the feeling in it which asserts the being cold iron mask of a formless eternity. of God should be destroyed, I would It is my further view, by this poem, appal myself by reading over the fol- to alarm certain reading or deep-read lowing composition of mine; and it doctors; for, of a truth, these people would cure me and give me back the now-a-days, since they have been feelings I had lost.

taken, like captives condemned to The aim of this poem is the excuse hard labor, by our new philosophy for for its boldness. Men deny God's being the task-work of its drainage and with just as little feeling as most ac- mining, will canvass the existence of knowledge it with. Even in our best God as coldbloodedly, and as coldsystems of philosophy, we go on amass- heartedly, as if the question were ing mere words, counters, and medals, about the existence of the unicorn or as misers collect cabinets of coins; the kraken. and it is late before we convert the For the sake of others who have words into feelings, the coin into en- not advanced so far as these learned joyments. A person may believe in doctors, I will yet remark that the the immortality of the soul through belief in atheism and the belief in twenty whole years; and in the twen- immortality may co-exist without any ty-first, on some great moment, be for contradiction; for the self-same nethe first time astounded at the riches cessity which in this life has cast the contained in this belief, at the warmth light dew-drop of my being into a of this fountain of naptha.

flower-cup beneath the sun, may reJust so was I terrified by the poi- produce it in a second ; nay, it would sonous vapor that steams forth to be easier to give me a second body choke the heart of him who for the than the first. first time sets foot in the ante-church On being told in our childhood, that of atheism. It would give me less at midnight, when our sleep comes pain to deny immortality, than to de- nigh to our soul and darkens our very ny God : the former act only robs me dreams, the dead raise themselves out of a world that is enveloped in clouds ; of theirs, and walk into the house of the latter snatches from me the present God, and there mimic the worship world; that is, its sun : the whole offered to him by the living, we are spiritual universe is blown up and shat- wont to shudder at death for the sake tered by the hand of atheism into of the dead : and in our lonely walks numherless quicksilver atoms of be- at night we turn away our eyes from ings, that glimmer, and course, and the long windows of the still church, roam, and rush together and asunder, and fear to examine the gleams upon without unity or permanence. No them, whether they fall from the one is so utterly forlorn in the uni- moon. verse as the denier of God: he moans Childhood, with her joys, and still with an orphan heart that has lost its more with her fears, resumes her Almighty Father, beside the vast wings, and sparkles anew in corpse of nature, which no living spi- dreams, and plays like a glow-worm rit animates or holds together, but in the little night of the soul. Do which grows in the grave; and his not extinguish these fitting sparks. mourning ceases not until he crumbles Leare us even our dismal and painful away from that corpse. The whole dreams ; they are half-shadows that world lies before him, like the great set off the realities of life. And what


have they to give us in the room of vering of his breast; and his face was these dreams, which carry us up out smiling beneath the light of a happy of the roar beneath the cataract to the dream. But, when one of the living quiet hill of childhood, where the entered, he awoke and smiled no stream of life was still flowing onward more : toilsomely he drew up his in silence along its lle grass-plot, heavy eyelid, but no eye was within ; hearing the face of heaven in its heart, and his beating breast, instead of a on its way toward the precipice. heart, contained a wound. He lifted

up his hands, and clasped them for I was lying once, on a summer prayer; but the arms lengthened and evening, in the sun, upon a hill, and lowered themselves from his body, fell asleep. Then I dreamt I awoke and the clasped hands dropped off. in a church-yard. The rolling wheels Overhead, in the vault of the church, of the clock in the tower that was stood the dial-plate of Eternity, on striking eleven, had awakened me. which no number was to be read, nor I searched through the dark empty any characters except its own name; sky for the sun ; for I imagined that only there was a black hand pointing an eclipse had drawn the veil of the thereat, on which the dead said they moon over it. All the graves were saw Time. open, and the iron doors of the char At this moment, a tall majestic nel-house were swung to and fro by form with a countenance of imperishinvisible hands : along the walls sha- able anguish sank down from on high dows were fitting, which no one cast; upon the altar; and all the dead cried: and other shadows were walking up “ Christ! is there no God ?” right through the naked air. In the He answered :-" There is none !" open coffins nothing continued to sleep, The shadow of every dead man save the children. In the sky there trembled all over, not bis breast merewas nought but a grey sultry cloud ly; and, one after another, their tremhanging in massy folds, and a huge bling dispersed them. shadow kept on drawing it in like a Christ spake on :- I have gone net, nearer and closer and botter. through the midst of the worlds, I Above me, I heard the distant falls of mounted into the suns, and few with avalanches ; below me, the first tread the milky way across the wilderness of an illimitable earthquake. The of heaven; but there is no God. I church heaved up and down, shaken plunged down, as far as Being flings by two ceaseless discords, which were its shadow, and pried into the abyss, warring against each other within, and cried — Father, where art thou?' and vainly striving to blend into a but I heard only the everlasting temconcord. At times a grey gleam pest, which no one sways; and the leapt up on the windows, and at its glittering rainbow of beings was hangtouch the lead and iron melted and ing, without a sun that had formed it, ran down. The net of cloud, and the over the abyss, and trickling down reeling of the earth, drove me toward into it. And, when I looked up tothe porch, before which two fiery wards the limitless world for the eye basilisks were hatching their venom- of God, the world stared at me with ous broods. I passed along amid an empty bottomless eyesocket; and unknown shadows that bore the marks Eternity was lying upon chaos, and of every century since the beginning gnawing it to pieces, and chewing the of things. All the shadows were cud of what it had devoured.-Scream standing around the altar; and in each on, ye discords ! scatter these shades there was a quivering and throbbing with your screaming; for He is not !” of the breast instead of the heart. The shades grew pale and dissolvOne dead man alone, who had been ed, as white vapor that the frost has newly buried in the church, was still given birth to is melted by a breath lying on his couch, without any qui- of warmth; and the whole church

became empty. Then-Oh, it was ing is its own father and creator, why terrible to the heart!-the dead child- may it not also become its own deren, who had awaked in the church- stroying angel? yard, ran into the church, and threw “Is that a man still beside me? Poor themselves before the lofty form upon wretch! your little life is one of nathe altar, and said :—" Jesus ! have ture's sighs, or the mere echo of it; we no father?” And he answered a mirror flings its rays on the clouds with tears streaming down :-“We of dust from the ashes of the dead on are all orphans, I and you; we are your earth, and, forth with, ye spring without a father.”

up, ye beclouded, fleeting images. Here the screeching of the discords Look down into the abyss, over which became more violent; the walls of the clouds of ashes are floating; mists, church lottered and burst asunder; full of worlds, are rising out of the and the church and the children sank dead sea; the future is that rising mist, down; and the whole earth and the and that which is falling is the present. sun sank after; and the whole of the Dost thou know thy own earth ?" immeasurable universe sank before Here Christ looked down, and his us; and Christ remained standing up- eye filled with tears, and he said : on the highest pinnacle of nature, and Alas, I was once upon it; then I gazed into the globe of the universe, was still happy; then I had still an pierced through by a thousand suns, Almighty Father, and still looked as it were into a cavern, burrowed with gladness from the mountains to into the heart of eternal night, where- the unfathomable heavens; and, when in the suns were running like miners' my breast was pierced through, I lights and the galaxies like veins of pressed it to his soothing image, and silver,

said, even in the bitterness of deathAnd when Christ saw the crushing Father, draw forth thy son from his throng of worlds, the torch-dance of bleeding tabernacle, and raise him to the heavenly ignes fatui, and the co- thy heart. Ah! ye over-happy inharal banks of beating hearts, and when bitants of the earth, ye still believe in he saw how one globe after another Him. Perchance, at this moment, poured out its glimmering souls upon your sun is setting, and ye are falling the dead sea, as a water-balloon strews on your knees in the midst of blossonis its floating lights upon the waves ; and radiance and dew, and are listing then with a grandeur that betokened up your blessed bands, and, while the highest of finite beings, he lifted shedding a thousand tears of joy, are up his eye toward the nothingness and crying to the open heavens : ' Me, too, toward the infinite void above him, even me, dost thou know, thou Aland said :—“ Moveless and voiceless mighty One, and all my wounds, and nothing ! cold eternal necessity; fran- after my death thou wilt receive me tic chance ! can ye, or any one of you, and close them all.' Miserable createll me! when do you dash to pieces tures, after death they will never be the building and ine? Dost thou closed. The woe-begone mortal who know it, О chance ! even thou, when lays his bleeding back in the earth, to thou stridest with thy hurricanes sleep till the coming of a fairer mornathwart the snow-dust of the stars, ing, full of truth, full of goodness and and puffest out one sun after another, joy, will awake amid the storms of while the sparkling dew of the con- chaos, in the eternity of midnight ; stellations is parched up as thou pass- and no morning comes, and no healing est along! How desolate is every hand, and no Almighty Father. Thou one in the vast catacomb of the uni- inortal beside me, if thou still livest, verse! There is none beside me save pray to bim now, else thou hast lost. myself.-0, Father! Father! where him forever.” is thy world-sustaining breast, that I And, as I fell down and beheld the may rest on it! Alas! if every be- shining world, I saw the uplifted scales

of the giant-snake, Eternity, that had again able to worship God; and my spread itself around the universe ; and joy, and my tears, and my faith in the scales dropped down, and it him, were my prayer. And, as I wreathed itself twice round the uni- stood up, the sun was glowing low verse; then it twined in a thousand down behind the full purple ears of folds around Nature, and squeezed corn, and was quietly throwing the world against world ; and, with a reflection of its evening glory to the crushing force, compressed the tem- little moon that was rising without a ple of infinity into a village church; dawn in the east; and between heaven and everything grew dense, and murky, and earth a joyous short-lived world and dismal, and the clapper of a bell was spreading out its tiny wings, and stretched out its measureless length, living, as I was, in the presence of an about to strike the last hour of time, Almighty Father; and from the whole and to split the fabric of the world of nature around me came sounds of to atoms—when I awoke.

peace, like the voices of evening bells My soul wept with joy that it was from afar.




MORNING DRESS. High dress of crimson merino ; the Dress of ethereal gros de Naples, body is a little fulled in at the waist the corsage à l'enfant, set in a satin and becomes plain towards the upper band of the same color; the sleeves part of the bust; a circular corded are long and full, with a stiffened cape just meets in front and is sloped gauntlet cuff of ethereal satin ; the off towards the shoulders, where it is skirt, made extremely wide and slightdeep, extending to the sleeves, which ly plaited in at the front and sides and are extremely full and set in double very full behind, is trimmed with a plaits, and terminated with a deep deep garniture of tulle, having at the gauntlet cuff, corded, pointed oppo- lower edge a broad stiffened band of site the back of the hand, and having ethereal satin, and headed by a corded a perpendicular row of buttons on the biais band of the same, ornamented at inside ; the skirt is as usual fulled in regular distances by triplets of the all round the waist, and is ornamented Carniola Saxifragia corded. with two biais tucks nearly a quarter

The hair is in the picturesque style of a yard in depth, the upper tuck of Charles the Second, the forehead reaching as high as the knee ; double being displayed and ringlets arranged vandyked ruche, tied in front with on each side ; the hind hair is tied at amber gauze riband with azure satin the back, and a cluster of ringlets fall stripes. Parisian gauze cap à la Sul- gracefully behind. tane d'Eldir, with pipings of white Necklace of turquoise, set in a desatin, the border vandyked, very full, licate wreath of dead and burnished and broad ; it is not put on straight at gold ; earrings en suite ; broad gold the edge of the head-piece, but rises bracelets with medallion clasps placed from the centre, admitting the hair in at the upper edge of the cuff, and large curls on the temples ; bows of smaller fancy ones nearer the hand. broad amber gauze riband striped with White kid gloves, stamped and tied azure satin strings, unconfined and at the wrist; shoes and sandals of long ; canary color gloves, black shoes ethereal satin. of gros des Indes.

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