few--
Fill'd with a truth-exploring throng,
And teachers of the good and true.

In every free and peopled clime
A vast Walhalla hall shall stand;
A marble edifice sublime,
For the illustrious of the land;
A Pantheon for the _truly_ great,
The wise, beneficent, and just;
A place of wide and lofty state
To honor or to hold their dust.

A temple to attract and teach
Shall lift its spire on every hill,
Where pious men shall feel and preach
Peace, mercy, tolerance, good-will;
Music of bells on Sabbath days,
Round the whole earth shall gladly rise;
And one great Christian song of praise
Stream sweetly upward to the skies!

A NIGHT WITH AN EARTHQUAKE.[6]

The sound had not quite died away, when the feet I stood on seemed
suddenly seized with the cramp. Cup and coffee-pot dropped as dead from
Don Marzio's hand as the ball from St. Francis's palm. There was a rush
as if of many waters, and for about ten seconds my head was overwhelmed
by awful dizziness, which numbed and paralyzed all sensation. Don
Marzio, in form an athlete, in heart a lion, but a man of sudden,
sanguine temperament, bustled up and darted out of the room with the
ease of a man never burdened with a wife, with kith or kin. Donna Betta,
a portly matron, also rose instinctively; but I--I never could account
for the odd freak--laid hold of her arm, bidding her stay. The roar of
eight hundred houses--or how many more can there be in Aquila?--all
reeling and quaking, the yells of ten thousand voices in sudden agony,
had wholly subsided ere I allowed the poor woman calmly and majestically
to waddle up to her good man in the garden. That, I suppose, was my
notion of an orderly retreat. Rosalbina had flown from a window into the
lawn, like a bird. Thank God, we found ourselves all in the open air
under the broad canopy of heaven. We began to count heads. Yes, there we
all stood--cook, laundry-maid, dairy-maids, stable-boys, all as obedient
to the awful summons as the best disciplined troops at the first roll of
the drum.

It was February, as I have twice observed; and we were in the heart of
the highest Apennines. The day was rather fine, but pinching cold; and
when the fever of the first terror abated, the lady and young lady began
to shiver in every limb. No one dared to break silence; but Don Marzio's
eye wandered significantly enough from one to another cou