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From Our Daily Fare. | No more in concert would they rail,

But each should sing like a nightingale.

The south wind blew, the ice gave way,

The frogs once more could frisk and play;
An old frog lived in a dismal swamp, They stretched their limbs, they leaped ashore,
In a dismal kind of way ;

And they-croaked as drearly as before.
And all that he did, whatever befell,
Was to croak the livelong day.

Croak, croak, croak,
When darkness filled the air,

And croak, croak, croak,
When the skies were bright and fair.

A MOTHER'S WAKING. “Good Master Frog, a battle is fought,

ALL night the dews in silence wept, And the fueman's power is broke,”

And through the pane, the moon's pale But he only turned a greener hue,

beams And answered with a croak.

Played on the floor in silver streams,
Croak, croak, croak,

While by my side, my baby slept.
When the clouds are dark and dun;

And croak, croak, croak,
In the blaze of the noontide sun.

So soft, so sweet, the midnight stole,

It stilled the breezes on the lea,

And hushed the murmur of the sea, “Good Master Frog, the forces of Right And hushed the strife within my soul;

Are driving the hosts of Wrong;”
But he gives his head an ominous shake,

And silenced all the questions wild,
And croaks out “ Nous verrons!
Croak, croak, croak,

That come between our faith and God,
Till the heart is full of gloom,

And bade me lie beneath the rod,
And croak, croak, croak,

Calmly, as lay the sleeping child.
Till the world seems but a tomb.

Then slumber on my eyelids pressed,

And dimmed the moonbeam, silver clear, To poison the cup of life

And hid the sound I loved to hear,-
By always dreading the worst,

The breathing of the babe, at rest;
Is to make of the earth a dungeon damp
And the happiest life accursed.

Till o'er the sea, in rosy light,
Croak, croak, croak,

The flush of morning slowly crept,
When the noontide sun rides high,

And whispering breezes softly swept
And croak, croak, croak,

The silent shadows of the night.
Lest the night come by and by.

Then wrapped in dreamland far away,
Farewell to the dismal frog ;

I saw the angels come and go, Let him croak as loud as he may;

And flutter of their white wings show
He cannot blot the sun from heaven,

Like ocean bird at dusk of day.
Nor hinder the march of day.
Though he croak, croak, croak,

They came and looked within my eyes,
Till the heart is full of gloom,

With their sweet eyes so pure and true,
And croak, croak, croak,

And sung low songs, all strange and new, Till the world seems but a tomb.

The music of the eternal skies.

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Beneath what midnight skies, whose constellations I LAY upon the headland height, and listened Light up the spacious avenues between

This world and the unseen ! To the incessant sobbing of the sea

In caverns under me. And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and Amid what friendly greetings and caresses, glistened,

What households, though not alien, yet not mine, Until the rolling meadows of amethyst

What bowers of rest divine; Melted away in mist.

To what temptations in love wildernesses,

What famine of the heart, what pain and loss,
Then suddenly, as one from sleep, I started ;

The bearing of what cross !
For round about me all the sunny capes
Seemed peopled with the shapes

I do not know; nor will I vainly question
Of those whom I had known in days departed,

Those pages of the mystic book which hold Appareled in the loveliness which gleams

The story still untold; On faces seen in dreams.

But without rash conjecture or suggestion

Turns its last leaves in reverence and good heed, A moment only, and the light and glory

Until - The End ” I read.
Faded away, and the disconsolate shore

- Atlantic Monthly.
Stood lonely as before ;
And the wild roses of the promontory
Around me shuddered in the wind, and shed

Their petals of pale red.

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PAGE 1. Notes of Animal Life in a Primeval Forest,

Good Words,

195 2. The Dolomite Mountains,


206 3. A French View of Mr. Carlyle,

Saturday Review,

208 4. Musical and Personal Recollections during half a Century,


211 5. Simplicity,

Saturday Review,

216 6. Nathaniel Hawthorne,


219 7. Nathaniel Hawthorne's Death,

Examiner, 8. John Winthrop,

Saturday Review,

223 9. Horse-Flesh in London,

London Review,

226 10. Mr. Nassau Senior,


228 11. Ticknor's Life of Prescott,

Saturday Review,

230 12. Death of Josiah Quincy,


235 13. Professor Goldwin Smith on the Alleged Federal Enlistments in Ireland,

Daily News,

236 14. Cowardice the Policy of England,

London Review,

237 POETRY.-Sleeping and Dreaming, 194. Short ARTICLES.

Hailstones, 205. Notes on a Trip to Ireland in 1862, 205. A Posthumous Message, 215. Sydney Smith and Rogers, 215. An Unconscious Postscript, 215. A Polite Rebuke, 215. All in the Downs, 240. Lines to a Wild Duck, 240. ^ A new Method of curing the Headache, 240.

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I pierce the phantoms that around me crowd, BY J. G. HOLLAND.

And glide from scene to soene. I SOFTLY sink into the bath of sleep.

With eyelids shut, I see around me close The mottled violet vapors of the deep,

I clasp warm hands that long have lain in dust; That wraps me in repose.

I hear sweet voices that have long been still,

And earth and sea give up their hallowed trust I float all night in the ethereal sea

In answer to my will.
That drowns my pain and weariness in balm,
Careless of where its currents carry me,
Or settle into calm.

And now, high-gazing toward the starry dome,

I see three angel forms come foating down

The long-lost angels of my early home
That which the ear can hear is silent all;

My night of joy to crown.
But, in the lower stillness, which I reach,
Soft whispers call me, like the distant fall
Of waves upon the beach.

They pause above, beyond my eager reach,

With arms enwreathed and forms of heavenly Now, like the mother who with patient care

grace ; Has soothed to rest her faint, o'erwearied boy, And smiling back the love that smiles from each, My spirit leaves the couch, and seeks the air I see them, face to face. For freedom and for joy.

They breathe no language ; but their holy eyes Drunk up like vapors by the morning sun

Beam an embodied blessing on my heart, The past and future rise and disappear;

That warm within my trustful bosom lies, And times and spaces gather home, and run

And never will depart. Into a common sphere.

My youth is round me, and the silent tomb

I drink the effluence, till through all my soul Flas burst to set its fairest prisoner free, I feel a flood of peaceful rapture flow, And I await her in the dewy gloom

That swells to joy at last, and bursts control, Of the old trysting tree.

And I awake ; but lo!
I mark the flutter of her snowy dress,
I hear the tripping of her fairy feet,

With eyelids shut, I hold the vision fast, And now, pressed closely in a pure caress, And still detain it by my ardent prayer, With ardent joy we meet.

Till faint and fainter grown, it fades at last

Into the ambient air. I tell again the story of my love;

I drink again her lips' delicious wine, And, while the same old stars look down above, My God! I thank thee for the bath of sleep, Her eyes look up to mine.

That wraps in balm my weary beart and

brain, I dream that I am dreaming, and I start ; And drowns within its water's still and deep Then dream that nought so real comes in My sorrow and my pain.

dreams; Then kiss again to reassure my heart That she is what she seems.

I thank thee for my dreams, which loose the

bond Our steps tend homeward. Lingering at the

That binds my spirit to its daily load, gate,

And gives it angel wings, to fly beyond
I breathe, and breathe again, my fond good-

Its slumber-bound abode.
She shuts the cruel door, and still I wait
To watch her window light.

I thank thee for these glimpses of the clime

That lies beyond the boundaries of sense,

Where I shall wash away the stains of time I see the shadow of her dainty head

In floods of recompense ;
On curtains that I pray her hand may stir,

Till all is dark ; and then I seek my bed
To dream I dream of her.

Where, when this body sleeps to wake no more,

My soul shall rise to everlasting dreams, Like the swift moon that slides from cloud to And find unreal all it saw before, cloud,

And real all that seems. With only hurried space to smile between,







From Good Words. NOTES ON ANIMAL LIFE IN A PRIMEVAL try, spreads out into a lakelike expanse, five

reaching the middle part of the level counFOREST.

miles broad, and finally creeps into the trunk RIVER AMAZONS."

stream by a narrow channel a couple of hunThe little town of Ega, on the Upper dred yards wide. The population of the town Amazons in the heart of South America, (about twelve hundred souls) consists chiefly originally a mission village of the Jesuits, of half-castes and Indians; many of the forhut now a thriving Brazilian settlement, lies mer being educated persons, ambitious of pretty nearly in the centre of the most exten- being thought civilized and fond of showing sive unbroken forest on the surface of our hospitality to strangers. Few pure whites globe. It requires little effort of imagination, reside in the place, but amongst these are even to those who have not travelled beyond four or five stray Frenchmen and Italians the limits of Europe, to form some general who are settled here and married to native idea of what such a realm of arboreal vegeta- women. To complete our brief description tion must be, lying within a few degrees of of the place, it is necessary to mention that the equator, bathed all the year through in it ranks as a city and is the centre of a coan atmosphere like that of a forcing-house marca or county; add that, although the for plants, drenched by tropical rains and remotest county town in the Brazilian empire heated by a vertical sun. The total length (distant twenty-eight hundred miles from of this vast forest from west to east, is 1260 Rio Janeiro), the authority of the central miles, its breadth varying from 600 to 800 government is as much respected, and the miles. Towards the east, indeed, it contin- municipal, educational, military, and ecclesiues 700 miles further, terminating only on astical details of management as closely obthe shores of the Atlantic. This easterly served as though it lay within a few miles portion, however, or that which clothes the of the capital. valley of the Lower Amazons, I exclude from At the top of the grassy slope on which the the present description, since it is, in one town is built, rises a compact wall of foliage, part, much broken and contracted in breadth with a small narrow gap in its midst; the by large tracts of open grassy land. The leafy barrier is the frontier line of the forest, forest of the great plain of the Upper Ama- kept from encroaching on the few acres of zons has sufficient compactness and peculiar- cleared space only by the inhabitants doing ity to be treated of as separate area. But constant battle with the powers of vegetaas there is no complete break of continu- tion, and the gap is the entrance to the only ity, the statement of Humboldt (who had a road by land that the townspeople posseBe. glimpse of the immeasurable wilderness only A few minutes' walk under the shady arcade, from its western commencement, in Peru) and the traveller finds himself in the heart of still holds good, to the effect that a flock of the solitude. The crowns of the tall trees on monkeys might travel amongst the tree-tops, both sides meet overhead, and admit the rays were it not for the rivers, for two thousand of the sun only at rare intervals, where some miles in a straight line without once touching forest monarch has been uprooted by the ground; namely, from the slopes of the An- storm. The path leads to a few small plantades to the shores of the Atlantic.

tions belonging to the poorer inhabitants, and It is in the region of the Upper Amazons at the distance of about a mile dwindles into that the most characteristic features in the a mere hunter's track, which none buta native animal life of this great wilderness are to be can follow. Beyond this point, all traces of seen: and no better station for a travel the presence of man cease, the land untrodler'e head-quarters can be found than our lit- den and unowned, and so it continues for tle settlement of Ega. I made it my chief hundreds of miles. place of residence during four years and a half, To enable my readers to form some idea of employed in investigating the natural his- the animal life harbored in the warm and tory of the district. It is built within the teeming shades of this great wilderness, I mouth of the Teffé, one of the large tributary will invite them to accompany me, in imagistreams flowing from the south,-a river nation, on an excursion into the untrodden of clear, dark-green water, which, after a solitudes lying beyond the mouth of the Teffé. course of some two or three hundred miles, on Let us accept the invitation kindly offered by

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