...answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. It is like a descent from Fairyland to the wild stormy ocean, to turn from the dying falls of Mr. Tennyson's...

...rein, Unb ffinet, fjetlei. meitet btingenb ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever — Blow, bugle,...

...clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far, from cliff" and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow ! let us hear the purple glens...love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river : OUT echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle,...

...! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying 0 love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. Mr. Tennyson is not more master of iambic than of other measures. The Lord of Burleigh and Locksley...

...going; O sweet and far, from cliff mid scar, The horns of Klfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us heur fhe purple glens replying ; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes,...river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow fjrever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flving, And answer, echoes, answer, dying,...

...clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going; 0 sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elf-land faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. WEEHAWKEN.— riTZ-GREEME HALLEOK Wehawken ! in thy mountain scenery yet, All we adore of nature in...

...clear, And thinner, clearer, further going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying." Historical parallels are not always or entirely to be relied on; for time never accurately repeats...

...blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying ; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. Is not that an association to glorify forever in memory the soft and drooping clouds that overhung...

...clear, And thiuner, clearer, farther going; 0 sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens...love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or 6eld or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bngle, blow,...

...blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...answer, dying, dying, dying. IV. " THERE sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound," Said Ida ; " let us down and...