...what are they, but heaps of sand, and their epitaphs but characters written in the dust? "Imperious Caesar dead and turned to clay, May stop a hole to keep the Winter's flaw away." Thus, the Bard of Avon expressed the same melancholly thought. We are assured,...

...imagination may trace the noble dust of Alexander till one finds it stopping a bung-hole ; and that "Imperius Caesar, dead and turned to clay, May stop a hole to keep the wind away." It is a matter for at least as grave reflection that out of the same living boy may be made...

...trace the noble dust of Alexander till one finds it stopping a bung-hole ; and that "Imperins Ofesar, dead and turned to clay, May stop a hole to keep the wind away." It is a matter for at least as grave reflection that out of the same living boy may be made...

...thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC ! of Chamouni The Arye and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks...

...birds, perhaps. It was a recognition of this chemical fact that made the poet say : " Imperial Ceesar, dead and turned to clay, May stop a hole to keep the wind away." If, then, such a thing as matter cannot be destroyed, how can we suppose that spirit or soul...

...pause On thy bald, awful head, O sovereign Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial black — An ebon mass: methinks...

...pause On thy bald, awful head,O sovereign Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave carelessly; but thou, most awful form, Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above, Deep in the air and dark, substantial black, An ebon mass: methinks...

...pause On thy bald, awful head, O sovereign Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form, Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee, and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass:...

...pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran Blanc ! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful Form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks...

...dead, like the old, are in the way, and must make room for progress ; and thus, like "Imperial Caeser, dead and turned to clay, May stop a hole to keep the wind away." Returning again to the homestead, on the westerly side and but a few feet distant, was a frame...