"Sweet, O life! hast thou been to me.

How fathomless thy joys,--how rapturously has my soul bounded forth upon the upward paths! To him who forever renews his youth in the clear fount of Nature, how exquisite is the mere happiness TO BE! Farewell, ye lamps of heaven, and ye million tribes, the Populace of Air.

Not a mote in the beam, not an herb on the mountain, not a pebble on the shore, not a seed far-blown into the wilderness, but contributed to the lore that sought in all the true principle of life, the Beautiful, the Joyous, the Immortal.

To others, a land, a city, a hearth, has been a home; MY home has been wherever the intellect could pierce, or the spirit could breathe the air." He paused, and through the immeasurable space his eyes and his heart, penetrating the dismal dungeon, rested on his child.

He saw it slumbering in the arms of the pale mother, and HIS soul spoke to the sleeping soul.