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until you cannot see their joints,—but their shining is that of a SEake'3 belly, after all. In deeper suggestiveness I find as great a difference. The mountains dwarf mankind and foreshorten the procession of its long generations. The sea drowns out humanity and time; it has no sympathy with either; for it belongs to eternity, and of that it sings its monotonous 3ong for ever and ever.
Yet I should love to have a little box by the sea-shore. I should love to gaze out on the wild feline element from a front window of my own, just as I should love to look on a caged panther, and see it stretch its shining length, and then curl over and lap its smooth sides, and by-ard-by begin to lash itself into rage, and show its white teeth, and spring at its bars, and howl the cry of its mad, but, to me, harmless fury.
LESSINGS on thee, little man,
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace!
From my heart I give thee joy;
I was once a barefoot boy.
Prince thou art—the grown-up man,
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy,
In the reach of ear and eye:
Outward sunshine, inward joy.
Blessings on the barefoot boy.
O! for boyhood's painless play,
How the tortoise bears his shell.
0 for boyhood's time of June,
1 was rich in flowers and trees,
For my taste the blackberry cone
O, for festal dainties spread,
And, to light the noisy choir,
Cheerily, then, my little man!
LINES ON A SKELETON.
JEHOLD this ruin! 'tis a skull,
What dreams of pleasure, long forgot!
Beneath this mouldering canopy
Once shone the bright and busy eye:
Yet start not at that dismal void;
If social love that eye employed,
If with no lawless fire it gleamed,
But through the dew of kindness beamed,
That eye shall be forever bright
When stars and sun have lost their light.
Here, in this silent cavern, hung
Say, did these fingers delve the min«,
LOWLY thy flowing tide
eyes, As watchfully I roamed thy greenwood side, Perceive its gentle rise.
With many a stroke and strong The laboring boatmen upward plied their
oars; Yet little way they made, tho' laboring long Between thy winding shores.
Now down thine ebbing tide
And sings an idle song.
Now o'er the rocks that lay
Fast flow thy waters on their seaward way, Through wider-spreading shores.
Avon, I gaze and know The lesson emblemed in thy varying way; It speaks of human joys that rise so slow,
So rapidly decay.
Kingdoms which long have stood And slow to strength and power attained at
last, Thus from the summit of high Fortune! flood, They ebb to ruin fast.
Thus like thy flow appears Time's tardy course to manhood's envied stage. Alas! how burryingly the ebbing years
Then hasten to old age!
CHARLES F. ADAMS.
HAF von funny leedle poy,
Vot gomes schust to mine knee; Der queerest schap, der createst rogue, 5M' As efer you dit see. X He runs, und schumps, und schmashes
I In all barte off der house:
But vot off dot? he vas mine son,
Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss.
He get der measles und der mumbs
Und eferyding dot's oudt;
Poots schnuff indo mine krant.
Dot vas der roughest chouse: I'd dake dot vrom no oder poy
But leedle Yawcob Strauss.