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"Stimatissimo Signor Boswell" says, in his book on Corsica, that he rode
out one day on Paoli's charger, gay with gold and scarlet, and surrounded
by the chieftain's officers. For a while, he says, he thought he was a
hero. Thus, like a goose on horseback, has our present writer visited some
few of the chief aegritudinary outposts. Why not so? They say there is no
way impossible. Wherefore an old emblem-book has represented Cupid
crossing a stream which parts him from an altar, seated at ease upon his
quiver, for a boat, and rowing with a pair of arrows. So has the writer
floated over on a barrel of his folly, and possibly may touch, O reader,
at the Altar of your Household Gods.

SORROWS AND JOYS. (FROM DICKENS'S HOUSEHOLD WORDS.)

Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise
As souls to the immortal skies,
And then look down like mothers' eyes.
But let thy joys be fresh as flowers,
That suck the honey of the showers,
And bloom alike on huts and towers.
So shall thy days be sweet and bright--
Solemn and sweet thy starry night--
Conscious of love each change of light.
The stars will watch the flowers asleep,
The flowers will feel the soft stars weep,
And both will mix sensations deep.
With these below, with those above,
Sits evermore the brooding Dove,
Uniting both in bonds of love.
Children of Earth are these; and those
The spirits of intense repose--
Death radiant o'er all human woes.
For both by nature are akin;
Sorrow, the ashen fruit of sin,
And joy, the juice of life within.
O, make thy sorrows holy--wise--
So shall their buried memories rise,
Celestial, e'en in mortal skies.
O, think what then had been their doom,
If all unshriven--without a tomb--
They had been left to haunt the gloom!
O, think again what they will be
Beneath God's bright serenity,
When thou art in eternity!
For they, in their salvation, know
No vestige of their former woe,
While thro' them all the Heavens do flow.
Thus art thou wedded to the skies,
And watched by ever-loving eyes,
And warned by yearning sympathies.

MAURICE TIERNAY, THE SOLDIER OF FORTUNE. (FROM THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY
MAGAZINE)

(_Continued from Page_ 499.)

Chapter XII. "A Glance At Staff-Duty."

Although the passage of the Rhine was but the prelude to the attack on the
fortress, that explo