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ing another joke, by feigning to be asleep? Alas! he is dead Yes; the mortal life of the jester of Ferrara terminated there He was the victim of a practical joke, but a crueller one than he had ever himself attempted. The marquis was overwhelmed with grief by the disastrous result, and paid every honor to the memory of the unfortunate Gonello.

XVII. CONTRASTED SOLILOQUIES.

1. "ALAS!" exclaimed a silver-headed sage, "how narrow is the utmost extent of human science! - how circumscribed the sphere of intellectual exertion! I have spent my life in acquiring knowledge; but how little do I know! The further I attempt to penetrate the secrets of nature, the more I am bewildered and benighted. Beyond a certain limit, all is but confusion or conjecture; so that the advantage of the learned over the ignorant consists greatly in having ascertained how little is to be known.

2. "It is true that I can measure the sun, and compute the distances of the planets; I can calculate their periodical movements, and even ascertain the laws by which they perform their sublime revolutions; but, with regard to their construction, and the beings which inhabit them, what do I know more than the clown?

3. "Delighting to examine the economy of nature in our own world, I have analyzed the elements, and have given names to their component parts. And yet, should I not be as much at a loss to explain the burning of fire, or to account for the liquid quality of water, as the vulgar, who use and enjoy them without thought or examination?

4. "I remark that all bodies, unsupported, fall to the ground; and I am taught to account for this by the law of gravitation. But what have I gained here more than a term? Does it convey to my mind any idea of the nature of that mysterious and invisible chain, which draws all things to a common centre? I observe the effect, I give a name to the cause; but can I explain or comprehend it?

5. " Pursuing the track of the naturalist, I have learned to distinguish the animal, vegetable and mineral kingdoms, and to divide these into their distinct tribes and families; but can I tell, after all this toil, whence a single blade of grass derives its vitality? Could the most minute researches enable me to discover the exquisite pencil that paints and fringes the flower of the field? Have I ever detected the secret that gives their brilliant dye to the ruby and the emerald, or the art that enamels the delicate shell?

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6. I observe the sagacity of animals; I call it instinct, and speculate upon its various degrees of approximation to the reasor of man. But, after all, I know as little of the cogitations of the brute as he does of mine. When I see a flight of birds overhead, performing their evolutions, or steering their course to some distant settlement, their signals and cries are as unintelligible to me as are the learned languages to the unlettered rustic; I understand as little of their policy and laws, as they do of Blackstone's Commentaries.

7. " But, leaving the material creation, my thoughts have often ascended to loftier subjects, and indulged in metaphysical speculation. And here, while I easily perceive in myself the two distinct qualities of matter and mind, I am baffled in every attempt to comprehend their mutual dependence and mysterious connection. When my hand moves in obedience to my will, have I the most distant conception of the manner in which the volition is either communicated or understood? Thus, in the exercise of one of the most simple and ordinary actions, I am perplexed and confounded if I attempt to account for it.

8. " Again, how many years of my life were devoted to the acquisition of those languages by the means of which I might explore the records of remote ages, and become familiar with the learning and literature of other times! And what have I gathered from these, but the mortifying fact that man has ever been struggling with his own impotence, and vainly endeavoring to overleap the bounds which limit his anxious inquiries?

9. "Alas! then, what have I gained by my laborious researches, but a humbling conviction of my weakness and ignorance? How little has man, at his best estate, of which to boast! What folly in him to glory in his contracted powers, or to value himself upon his imperfect acquisitions!"

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10. "Well," exclaimed a young lady, just returned from school," my education is at last finished! indeed, it would be strange if, after five years hard application, anything were left incomplete. Happily, that is all over now; and I have nothing to do but to exercise my various accomplishments.

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11. "Let me see! -As to French, I am mistress of that, and speak it, if possible, with more fluency than English. Italian I can read with ease, and pronounce very well; as well, at least, as any of my friends, and that is all one need wish for in Ital ian. Music I have learned till I am perfectly sick of it. But, now that we have a grand piano, it will be delightful to play when we have company; I must still continue to practise a

little - the only thing, I think, that I need now improve myself in. And then there are my Italian songs! which everybody allows I sing with taste; and, as it is what so few people can pretend to, I am particularly glad that I can.

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12. My drawings are universally admired, especially the shells and flowers, which are beautiful certainly besides this, I have a decided taste in all kinds of fancy ornaments. And then my dancing and waltzing, in which our master himself owned that he could take me no further; - just the figure for it, certainly it would be unpardonable if I did not excel.

13. "As to common things, geography, and history, and poetry, and philosophy,thank my stars, I have got through them all! so that I may consider myself not only perfectly accomplished, but also thoroughly well informed. - Well, to be sure, how much I have fagged through!-- the only wonder is, that one head can contain it all!"

JANE TAYLOR.

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1. MAY Heaven guide the poor exile ! He goes wandering over the earth. I have passed through various countries; their inhabitants have seen me, and I have seen them; but we have not known each other. The exile is everywhere alone! When at the decline of day I saw the smoke of some cottage rise from the bosom of a valley, I said, "Happy is he who returns at evening to his fireside, and seats himself among those he loves!" The exile is everywhere alone!

2. Whence come those clouds driven by the storm? It drives me along like them. But what matters it? The exile is everywhere alone! Those trees are noble, those flowers are beautiful; but they are not the flowers nor the trees of my country; to me they say nothing. The exile is everywhere alone! That stream flows gently over the meadow, but its murmur is not that which my childhood heard. To me it recalls no remembrances. exile is everywhere alone!

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3. Those songs are sweet; but the sorrows and the joys which they awake are not my sorrows nor my joys. The exile is everywhere alone! I have been asked. " Why weepest thou? " but when I have told, no one has wept; for no one understood me. The exile is everywhere alone! I have seen old men surrounded by children, as the olive by its branches; but none of those old men called me his son, none of those children called me his brother. The exile is everywhere alone.

4. I have seen young girls smile, with a smile as pure as the dawn, on him they had chosen for a husband; but not one smiled on me. The exile is everywhere alone! I have seen young men. heart to heart, embrace each other, as if they wished to have only one existence; but not one pressed my hand. The exile is everywhere alone! There are friends, wives, fathers, brothers, only in one's own country. The exile is everywhere alene !

5. Poor exile! cease to lament. Every one is banished like thyself; every one beholds father, mother, wife, friend, pass away and vanish. Our country is not here below; man seeks for it here in vain; that which he mistakes for it is only a restingplace for a night. Heaven guide the poor exile! He goes wandering over the earth.

LAMENNAIS

XIX. THE SEASONS.

1. WHEN Spring comes with suns and showers,
What gives beauty to the bowers?

2. When the glowing Summer 's born,
What pours156 Nature from her horn?

3. When mild suns in Autumn shine,
Then, O Earth, what gifts are thine?

4. When gray Winter comes, what glow
Makes the round earth sparkle so?

Buds and flowers.

Hay and corn

Fruit and wine

5. Hay and corn and buds and flowers,
Snow and ice and fruit and wine;
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter,
With their suns and sleets and showers,
Bring in turn these gifts divine

Spring blows, Summer glows,
Autumn reaps, Winter keeps.

Spring prepares, Summer provides,
Autumn hoards, Winter hides.

7. Come, then, friends, their praises sound;
Spring and Summer, Autumn, Winter,
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,
As they run their yearly round,
Each in turn with gladness sing!
Time drops blessings as he flies,
Time makes ripe, and Time makes wise.

Ice and snow

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1. FULL many a light thought man may cherish,
Full many an idle deed may do ;

Yet not a deed or thought shall perish,
Not one but he shall bless or rue.

2. When by the wind the tree is shaken,91
There's not a bough or leaf can fall,
But of its falling heed is taken

By One that sees and governs all.

3. The tree may fall and be forgotten,
And buried in the earth remain;
Yet from its juices rank and rotten
Springs vegetating life again.

4. The world is with creation teeming,
And nothing ever wholly dies;
And things that are destroyed in seeming
In other shapes and forms arise.

5. And nature still unfolds the tissue

Of unseen works by spirit wrought;
And not a work but hath its issue

With blessing or with evil fraught.

6. And thou mayst seem to leave behind thee
All memory of the sinful past;

Yet, O! be sure thy sin shall find thee,

And thou shalt know its fruit at last

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THE mere lapse of years is not life. To eat, and drink, and sleep; to be exposed to darkness and the light; to pace around the mill of habit and turn the wheel 10% of wealth; to make reason our book-keeper, and turn thought into an implement of trade,

this is not life. In all this, but a poor fraction of the consciousness of humanity is awakened; and the sanctities still slumber which make it most worth while to be.

Knowledge, truth, love, beauty, goodness, faith, alone give vitality to the mechanism of existence The laugh of mirth which vibrates through the heart; the tears which freshen the dry wastes within; the music which brings childhood back; the

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