MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE. THE NEW ADAM AND EVE. WE, who are born into the world's artificial system, can never adequately know how little in our present state and circumstances is natural, and how much is merely the interpolation of the perverted mind and heart of man. Art has become a second and stronger Nature; she is a step-mother, whose crafty tenderness has taught us to despise the bountiful and wholesome ministra tions of our true parent. It is only through the medium of the imagination that we can lessen those iron fetters, which we call truth and reality, and make ourselves even partially sensible what prisoners we are. For instance, let us conceive good Father Miller's interpretation of the prophecies to have proved true. The Day of Doom has burst upon the globe, and swept away the whole race of men. From cities and fields, sea-shore, and mid-land mountain region, vast continents, and even the remotest islands of the ocean-each living thing is gone. No breath of a created oeing disturbs this earthly atmosphere. But the abodes of man, and all that he has accomplished, the foot-prints of his wander. ings, and the results of his toil, the visible symbols of his intellectual cultivation, and moral progress-in short, everything physical that can give evidence of his present position-shall remain untouched by the hand of destiny. Then, to inherit and |