ians;
Soldiers marching with physicians; kings, with hermits close at hand
Miners, aeronauts, and divers, pass before me as I stand.
OWEN, with a fossil tusk or femur strides along, and BUSK a
Jar has got of fresh Mollusca to sustain him in his toil;
WILLIAMS, fond of vermicelli, has a mess of small Sabellae,
Serpulae, and Terabellae; FOWLER in his "mortal coil"
Thinks he has a force sufficient any obstacle to foil.
MURCHISON, with CHAMBERS walking, of striated rocks is talking;
CUMMING up a glen goes stalking deer, with LANDSEER painting him;
BROUGHAM here and there is tripping, up the rocks for wild bees skipping,
In the brooks and fountains dipping; gazing, till his eyes are dim,
On the Sun, as "Hydrostatics," "Optics," "Instincts," suit his whim.
While ARAGO drags his dying limbs with us, and, though still plying
All his much-loved arts, is sighing for his country's broken laws:
Happier HUMBOLDT'S mind in masses groups rocks, pebbles, trees,
and grasses,
Clouds, brooks, torrents, mountain passes; thence one grand conclusion
draws;
From the greatest and the least of Nature's works the Common Cause
And purpose of them all divining. "Sages, in a well reclining,
Saw the stars at noon-day shining," ancient legends said; but HIND
Marching on in contemplation, by mere force of calculation
Every wandering planet's station in the sunlit sky can find,
Gazing at them from the deep recesses of his mighty mind.
And as thus, with collimators, syphons, hydro-incubators,
Seismoscopes and insulators, stuffed birds, insects, ferns and grasses,
Microscopic preparations, tons of fire-new publications,
Trophies of departed nations, jars of new invented gases,
Lenses, crucibles, and gauges, all the hurried _cortege_ passes;
CLAUDET, on the concourse gazing, as they come beneath the blazing
Sun, much dust around them raising, dips his brush in solar flame;
And so skilfully his art he plies, that 'ere the busy party
From before his eye can start, he manages the whole to frame
In one picture, as a fitting tribute to the House of Fame.
Now the glens and gorges clearing, and on steep bare slopes appearing
Blither grows our band at hearing, from the gazing crowd below,
Shouts of praise and gratulation: but our joy to consternation
Changes, on the observation that some men we do not know
Have crept up by other paths, and share our glory as we go.
And thes