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sh and glaring. When Ossian, in his address to the Sun, exclaims,-- "Where has darkness its dwelling? Where is the cavernous home of the stars, When thou quickly followest their steps, Pursuing them like a hunter in the sky,-- Thou climbing the lofty hills, They descending on barren mountains?" who does not in his thought accompany the stars to their "cavernous home," "descending" with them "on barren mountains"? Nevertheless, even by night the sky is blue and not black; for we see through the shadow of the earth into the distant atmosphere of day, where the sunbeams are revelling. * * * * * ANDANTE. BEETHOVEN'S SIXTH SYMPHONY. Sounding above the warring of the years, Over their stretch of toils and pains and fears, Comes the well-loved refrain, That ancient voice again. Sweeter than when beside the river's marge We lay and watched, like Innocence at large, The changeful waters flow, Speaks this brave music now. Tender as sunlight upon childhood's head, Serene as moonlight upon childhood's bed, Comes the remembered power Of that forgotten hour. The little brook with merry voice and low, The gentle ripples rippling far below, Talked with no idle voice, Though idling were their choice. Now through the tumult and the pride of life, Gentler, yet firmly soothing all its strife, Nature draws near once more, And knocks at the world's door. She walks within her wild, harmonious maze, Evolving melodies from doubt and haze, And leaves us freed from care, Like children standing there. * * * * * THE BROTHERS. Doctor Franck came in as I sat sewing up the rents in an old shirt, that Tom might go tidily to his grave. New shirts were needed for the living, and there was no wife or mother to "dress him handsome when he went to meet the Lord," as one woman said, describing the fine funeral she had pinched herself to give her son. "Miss Dane, I'm in a quandary," began the Doctor, with that expression of countenance which says as plainly as words, "I want to ask a favor, but I wish you'd save me the trouble." "Can I help you out of it?" "Faith! I don't like to propose it, but you certainly can, if you please." "Then give it a name,
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