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The glass brings, for example, the disk of Jupiter before us; so that we may fix the eye on this side, or on the other, of his cloud-belted surface ::-we clearly distinguish the forms of these wreaths of lurid vapor; or we catch the transit of one of his moons-follow the speck of shadow in its hasty course along the equator of the stupendous planet, very much in the same way in which we watch the shadow of a cloud, as it moves across the bosom of a distant sunny hill. Although the road thither baffles us in the attempt to mete it out into portions, we can just imagine ourselves to have achieved the passage, and to set foot upon that vast rotund; and can faintly conceive of the scene that would there present itself, where, athwart prodigious valleys (each capacious enough to receive an Atlantic, or through which the waves of all our oceans might quietly flow, as the Ganges glides in its bed,) the deep shadows of the overhanging mountains are flitting with giddy haste, from side to side; while the sun rushes through the ample skies to accomplish his five hours of day. Or we remain at our post of observation through the brief moments of night; and are dizzy while we gaze upon the shining multitude of moons and stars, that, bursting up from the horizon, chase each other with visible celerity, from east to west, like a routed host, hotly followed by the foe.
Thus, and with these aids which the telescope affords us, or which the imagination (authentically informed by facts) supplies, may we make a stage outward through the skies: nor are such efforts of the mind to be accounted vain and fantastic, like those waking dreams wherein we combine extravagant
images of things nowhere existing, and in themselves prepos terous for we are now endeavoring to fix the faculty of conception upon objects that are palpable, and real, and which (remote as they may be) are as truly cognizable by the sight as are the cliffs of an adjacent continent. There is no extravagance in this attempt; but a real utility, inasmuch as an important lesson is obtained from the vivid impression of the extent of God's visible dominion. The same force of conception which has carried the mind to the orbit of Jupiter, will transport it to that of Saturn, where is seen a sombre splendor, suffused on all sides, less, apparently, from the distant and diminished sun, than from the broad surfaces of the adjacent rings, which almost blend night and day, by overshadowing the one, and illuminating the other. Or taking once again an adventurous flight, further than before, we reach the outermost limit of our system, and stand upon that vast and solitary planet which, as if guardian of the whole, slowly walks the rounds of the solar skies, while it fulfils its term of fourscore years and more. The sun has now shrunk almost to a comparison with the stars; or looks only like the chiefest and most resplendent of them so that the mild twilight of that noon does not quite exclude their rival radiance.
HYMN BEFORE SUN-RISE IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNY.-
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
The Arve and Arveiron at thy base
Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form!
O dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee,
Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing-there
As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven!
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise
Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale!
Or when they climb the sky or when they sink:
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
And who commanded (and the silence came,)
Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun
Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers
God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice!
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!
Thou, too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks,
Slow traveling with dim eyes suffused with tears,
Rise like a cloud of incense, from the earth!
THE FALL OF NIAGARA.-BRAINARD.
Labitur et labetur.
The thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if GoD poured thee from his "hollow hand," And hung his bow upon thy awful front;
And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him
Who dwelt in Patmos for his Savior's sake,
And notch his cent'ries in the eternal rocks.
Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we,
MARTYRDOM OF POLYCARP.-MILner.
When he had finished his prayers, having made mention of all whom he had ever known, small and great, noble and vulgar, and of the whole Catholic Church throughout the world, the hour of departing being come, they set him on an ass and led him to the city. The irenarch Herod, and his father Nicetes, met him, who taking him up into their chariot, began to advise him, asking, What harm is it to say, Lord Cæsar!—and to sacrifice and be safe?' At first he was silent, but being pressed, he said, 'I will not follow your advice.' When they could not persuade him, they treated him abusively, and thrust him out of the chariot, so that in falling he bruised his thigh. But he, still unmoved as if he had suffered nothing, went on cheerfully under the conduct of his guards to the Stadium. There the tumult being so great that few could hear any thing, a voice from heaven said to Polycarp, as he entered on the Stadium, 'Be strong, Polycarp, and behave yourself like a man.'-None saw the speaker, but many of us heard the voice.
When he was brought to the tribunal, there was a great tumult, as soon as it was generally understood that Polycarp was apprehended. The proconsul asked him, if he was Polycarp; to which he assented. The former then began to exhort him: Have pity on thy own great age-and the like. Swear by the fortune of Cæsar-repent-say-Take away the athe