She has a voice of gladness, and a smile When thoughts Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, To Nature's teachings, while from all around – In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim To mix forever with the elements; To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Shalt thou retire alone-nor couldst thou wish That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun, So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. HUMOROUS. 227. Humor requires a light and airy but greatly diversified movement; tones both discrete (laughing) and concrete (§§ 86, 87); a melody (§ 92 a) often passing suddenly from the lowest to the highest pitch and back again; a frequent use of the circumflex, of double reference or meaning (§ 74), and all kinds of stress and quality. We all ride something. It is folly to expect us always to be walking. The cheapest thing to ride is a hobby; it eats no oats; it demands no groom; it breaks no traces; it requires no shoeing. Moreover, it is safest; the boisterous outbreak of the children's fun does not startle it; three babies astride it at once do not make it skittish. If, perchance, on some brisk morning it throws its rider, it will stand still till he climbs the saddle. For eight years we have had one tramping the nursery, and yet no accident; though, meanwhile, his eye has been knocked out and his tail dislocated. When we get old enough to leave the nursery we jump astride some philosophic, metaphysical, literary, political or theological hobby. Parson Brownlow's hobby was the hanging of rebels; John C. Calhoun's, South Carolina; Daniel Webster's, the constitution; Wheeler's, the sewing machine; Dr. Windship's, gymnastics. Goodyear's hobby is made out of India-rubber; Peter Cooper's, out of glue; Townsend's, out of sarsaparilla bottles; De Witt Clinton rode his up the ditch of the Erie canal; Cyrus Field, under the sea; John P. Jackson, down the railroad from Amboy to Camden; indeed, the men of mark and the men of worth have all had their hobby, great or small. We have no objections to hobbies; but we contend that there are times and places when and where they should not be ridden. Let your hobby rest. If it will not otherwise stop, tie it for a few days to the whitewashed stump of modern conservatism. Do not hurry things too much. If this world should be saved next week it would spoil some of our professions. Do not let us do up things too quick. This world is too big a ship for us to guide. I know, from the way she swings from larboard to starboard, that there is a strong Hand at the helm. Be patient. God's clock strikes but once or twice in a thousand years; but the wheels all the while keep turning. Over the caravansera of Bethlehem, with silver tongue, it struck One. Over the University of Erfurt, Luther heard it strike Nine. In the rockings of the present century it has sounded - Eleven. Thank God! It will strike — Twelve. 99. THE BACHELOR'S SOLILOQUY. To marry, or not to marry,- that is the question! Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The sullen silence of these cobweb rooms, And by uniting, end it. To live alone,— No more; and, by marrying, say we end The heart-ache, and those throes and make-shifts To marry; - to live in peace; When he himself might his quietus gain Who would wish to bear The jeering name of Bachelor, But that the dread of something after marriage The tongue can scarcely tell) puzzles the will, Is still increased upon more serious thought. 100. MISS MALONEY ON THE CHINESE QUESTION. Well, the ways and trials I had wid that Chineser I couldn't be tellin'. Not a blissed thing cud I do, but he'd be lookin' on wid his eyes cocked up'ard like two poomphandles, an' he widdout a speck or smitch o' whishkers on him, an' his finger nails full a yard long. But it's dyin' you'd be to see the missus a-larnin' him, an' he grinnin' an' waggin' his pig-tail (which was pieced out long wid some black shtoof, the haythin chate!) and gettin' into her ways wonderful quick, I don't deny, imitatin' that sharp, you'd be shurprised, an' ketchin' an' copyin' things the best of us will do a-hurried wid work, yet don't want comin' to the knowledge of the family-bad luck to him! Is it ate wid him? Arrah, an' would I be sittin' wid a haythin, an' he a-atin' wid drum-sticks—yes, an' atin' dogs an' cats unknownst to me, I warrant you, which it is the custom of them Chinesers, till the thought made me that sick I could die. An' didn't the crayture proffer to help me a wake ago come Toosday, an' me a-foldin' down me clane clothes for ironin', an' fill his haythin mouth wid water, an' afore I could hinder squirrit it through his teeth stret over the best linen table-cloth, and fold it up tight, as innercent |