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supply the human race with far more than wbich I have pointed ont, returning in a the necessities of life-go on as it is now great measure to our so-called old-fashdoing, and we condemn the race of the ioned wind, using wind instead of steam future to utter and irretrievable misery. wbenerer possible, and allowing the windWhat alternative is possible ? The age of mill to again lend revolving animation miracles is confessedly past. Let us in- to the scene. crease our population, and consume the We should endeavor, when possible, to earth's stores of life-supporting energy, also provide, to borrow, but not to spend, as we are now doing, and the human race that those some agencies in Nature, which cannot do otherwise than coinc to an un- make exhausted land again become fertile timely end. To depend upon the science (if left to rest) may come into play, and of the future is to rely upon a chimera, a by their action refurnish, when possible, broken reed. Powerful as man is by its the exhausted earth. For the earth is not aid, he is not omnipotent, and unless he yet exhausted, though man, of late years, change his present mode of living, he is has done his best to make her so. And, advancing with swift strides toward deterio- lastly, teaching our children this great ration and final destruction. So rapidly principle, " that the world is not a manuhave two kinds of accumulated earth stores factory in which anything is created, but -the petroleum and natural gas stores, rather a mart into which they may bring been exhausted in America that within one thing, and change or barter it for an one generation alone stores which were equivalent of another kind, that
suit millions of years accumulating will have them better,” but giving them fully to been almost wholly exhausted. The debt understand that if they come with “nothwhich we owe to the future, to coming ing in their hands, with nothing will they generations, demands of us that we shall most assuredly return." cease from consuming the precious earth All thanks and honor, then, due to him stores in the manner in which we are now who did for the indestructibility of force doing—to supply ourselves, not with the what the French chemist Lavoisier did for necessities, but with the luxuries of life. the indestructibility of matter; to bim This great principle teaches us that it is whose fame in the future will stand secour duty to live as much as possible on the ond to none- Manchester's modest brewearth's annual supply, upon her income, er, but renuwned scientific investigatornot her capital, making use as much as James Prescott Joule !- Westminster Repossible of those other sources of energy view.
“Now the first bird that sang on earth was the Quelétzû.”—Mexican Mylhology.
BY ERIC MACKAY.
Up in the air,
Like a spirit in prayer,
In the light of the day,
Like a soul on its way
that it sang
Like an echo out-rung
NOTAING was more remarkable in con- sion of the thoughts and feelings which nection with the press notices of the death animated the great singer in view of his of the late Laureate, than the unanimity approaching end. “Crossing the Bar" with which the critics seized upon his last seems, indeed, written in view of Eterpublished poem as an appropriate expres- nity ; and what could more fitly express New SEBIRE-VOL. LVII., No. 2.
that Christian faith and hope, which it The hope, the fear, the jealous care, has been the Laureate's life-work to clothe
The exalted portion of the pain,
And power of love I cannot share, with beautiful forms, than these lines ?
But wear the chain, Twilight and evening bell,
To quote the words of Moore : “ Taking And after that the dark ; And may there be no sadness of farewell
into consideration everything connected When I embark ;
with these verses, the last tender aspiraFor tho' from out our bourse of Time and tions of a loving spirit which they br’athe, Place
the self-devotion to a noble cause which The flood may bear me far,
they so nobly express, and that consciousI hope to see my Pilot face to face
ness of a near grave gleaming sadly through When I have crust the bar.
the whole, there is perhaps no production Last things are proverbially precious. within the range of mere human composiThey are often cherished merely on tion round which the circumstances and count of their associations, and invested feelings in which it was written cast so with a charm which bears no relation to touching an interest.' their intrinsic value. But the last mes- Not less remarkable in its way is the sages of the poets are surely worthy of swan-song" of a minor poet, Arthur being cherished, for the poets are seers as Hugh Clough, written in November 1861, well as singers; and it is surely no mere as he lay in his last illness at Florence, fancy to suppose that, when approaching where he was so soon to find a grave bethe close of their earthly career, and con- side the last resting-place of Elizabeth sciously or unconsciously drawing near to Barrett Browning. Life was for him a the realities of Eternity, they became the struggle ; his early faith was clouded by subjects of some special inspiration, so doubt; but his last words are full of faith that in their last utterances they breathed in the victory of truth. The poem is so forth in deathless strains the very essence little known that we may be pardoned for of heir creed, of the spirit that had ani- quoting it in full. mated their lives, and of the message they Say not the struggle nought availeth, had to give to the world.
The labor and the wounds are vain, Shelley's last great poem, “ The Tri- The enemy faints not, nor faileth, umph of Life," written as he drifted in his And as things have been they remain. boat near Casa Magni, over the blue waters
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars ; of that bay in which he was so soon to It may be in yon smoke concealed find a grave, was left unfinished, the frag- Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, ment closing abruptly with these words :
And but for you possess the field. " Then what is Life ? I cried ;' a sentence For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, which bas been well said to be of pro- Seem here do painful inch to gain, found significance when we remember that Far back throngh creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent flooding in, the main. the questioner was about to seek its answer in the halls of death. The whole And not by enstern windows only, poem may be taken as symbolical of Shel. When daylight comes, comes in the.light; ley's own short and troubled life-an un
In front the sun climbs slow-how slowly ;
But westward, look! the land is bright. answered question, an unsolved riddle of the Universe.
It is a sentiment very similar to this If we turn to Shelley's great contem- that Longfellow bas given expression to porary, Byron, we find his last poem no in his last poem,“ The Bells of San Blas,” less significant. It was written on the written on March 15, 1882. The bells morning of January 22d, 1824—his last are supposed to be saying in the ear of birthday-at the fever-haunted Misso- the poet-"the dreamer of dreams : longhi, whither be had gone to take up
Oh, bring us back once more the forlorn hope of liberty in Greece, with The vanished days of yore, a presentiment that he would never return. When the world with faith was fillod ; The poem is too well known to need quota
Bring back the fervid zeal, tion; its inost characteristic lines are these :
The bearts of fire and steel,
The hands that believe and build. My days are in the yellow leaf,
The flowers and fruits of love ure gone ; Oh, bells of San Blas, in vain The worm, the canker, and the grief
Ye call back the past again ; Are mine alone.
The past is deaf to your prayer.
Oret of the shadows of night
contemporary of our Laureate, and the The world rolls into light;
only name that was worthy to be put beIt is daybreak everywhere.
side his—the heroic-souled Robert Brown. After Longfellow one naturally thinks ing.
say of me that I am dead,” of his countryman Whittier, the Quaker were his own words to a friend before he Poet, who so lately entered into rest. breathed his last in Venice.
The epiHis last published poem was the touching logue to “ Asolando," which forms his tribute to Oliver Wendell Holmes on his last published message to the world, last birthday, August 29 of this year. breathes the same spirit. Did ever verses Written by one venerable poet to another, more vividly express the consciousness of the last survivors of America's great liter- a great mission, or more fitly embody a ary men, these verses are very notable, and sublime faith in the continuance of the surely breathe a spirit worthy of one who soul's existence ? was even then standing so near to the One who never turned his back, but marched opening gates of Eternity.
Never doubted clouds would break, Life is indeed no holiday : therein
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, Are want, and woe, and sin,
wrong would triumph, Death and its nameless fears; and over all Held we fall to rise again ; are baffled, to Our pitying tears must fall.
Sleep, to wake !
No! At noonday, in the bustle of man's We leave the words and works we call our worktime, own,
Greet the unseen with a cheer ; And lift void hands alone
Bid him forward, breast and back, as either
should be, For love to fill. Our nakedness of soul
Strive and thrive, cry "Speed ; fight on ; Brings to that gate no toll ;
fare ever Giftless we come to Him who all things gives,
There, as here." And live because He lives.
It reads as if the poet had written his Last of all we come to one who was the own epitaph.-Gentleman's Magazine.
AT THE ICE-HILLS,
As a test for good robust nerves, the bloomin' trains runs off the rails, why, first attempt to descend a steep bill upon where are yer ?” snowshoes is very excellent ; but let him This is very much how I regarded the who has thus tested his nerve-qnality and respective dangers of snow-shoeing and found it satisfactory wait; there is still a ice-hilling, before attempting either. In surer test ; let him see whether he can de- flying a hill upon the shoes I should unliberately hurl himself adown the “ facilis doubtedly come to utter grief. Granted ; descensus” of an ice-bill, without quail- but then the snow is soft, you plunge head ing?
If he can do this he may fairly first into it, and, as the old coachman so claim to be a brave of the first water. I eloquently expressed it, there you are ! remember well seeing somewhere—I think but in attempting the ice-hill, which is it was in an old volume of Punch-the terribly steep and is negotiated upon a picture of two gentlemen of a bygone day small iron sledge, the prospect is more engaged in an argument concerning the fearsome, in that there is no soft white respective merits of the then new-fangled snow into which you may plunge and distrain and the stage coach. One of the appear until the rude laughter of the specspeakers is the luudator temporis acti- tators shall have died away. On the con. the late driver of a discarded coach ; the trary, there is nothing before you but a other a railway guard. The former is parrow lane of hard ice, bounded on either represented as saying something to this side by low walls of beaten snow, as hard effect : “ As for haccidents, why, if the as rock and studded with frequent lampcoach loses a wheel, or even topples over, posts designed specially for your ruin and why, there yer are ; but when one o? them exquisite discomfort. The tyro will as
suredly come to grief at his first attempt steep as the roof of a house ; I do not
—that fact may be regarded as a rule ab- care to venture upon any more precise estisolute—and then, to quote the old whip mate, but any ice-bill student will bear me once more, where are yer ???
out when I say that no one can possibly Let me attempt to describe the ice-bills. want the roof of his house any steeper Those of my readers who have visited St. than the slope of an ice-bill ; while if any Petersburg may possibly have enjoyed a one contends that the ice-hills are not so drive over that portion of the environs of steep as the roof of a house, all I can say the Russian metropolis known as the is, they are quite steep enough for me, “ Islands." These islands are formed by thank you. I don't care to have my icethe meanderings of the river Neva, which hills any steeper. first divides the town into several por. At the foot of each staircase stand half tions, and then separating into four or five a dozen men, employed to carry sledges streams, like the outstretched fingers of a up to the platform at the top of the landhand, converts these suburban districts ing. The sledges themselves are the neatinto delightful islets, which are naturally est little things possible, and are designed much valued by the inhabitants as the -as far as speed is concerned- to rival park-lands of the capital. In a secluded the very bolts of Olympian Jove. They corner of the island called Chrestoffsky. are made of iron, are very heavy for their there is a long avenue which, since the size, and are ornamented with velvet cushislands are not much used during winter ions bearing the embroidered monograms as a fashionable driving resort, is yearly and crests of their owners. They are of made over to the British colony as a seit two kinds—the single and the double for their ice-hills. At either end of this sledge, the former being about two and avenue is erected, each winter, a tall plat- the latter about three feet in length. The form, reached by three flights of stairs, double sledges are designed for taking and standing about as high as an average ladies down the hill ; the single ones are house. At the top of the platform is a for the bachelor performer. In the midroom or landing, around the walls of which dle of the platform is a square flooring of are placed comfortable seats for ladies and ice upon which the individual about to spectators. Sloping down from the land- take the plange places his sledge in order ing is the ice-hill itself. The slope is first to perch himself upon it before going built of wood, and is then covered with over the edge and abandoning himself to thick squares of ice, which are frozen to. fate. gether and worked until their surface is as Before coming to the humiliating deeven as a mirror, and-well, there is no scription of my first experience of the word to describe its slipperiness. On each hills, T should mention that the ice-hills side of the hill are bulwarks of about three are supported by the annual subscriptions feet in height; while, stretching away of members, the fee being about a guinea. from the foot of the slope, along the Very few Russians belong, but there are avenue aforementioned, is the
many German and other foreign members, This consists of no less smooth and slip- chiefly attachés from the various embaspery slabs of ice frozen together to form sies, as well as residents. On two after an unbroken stretch several hundred yards noons of the week a numerous and aristoin length, reaching to the far end of the cratic company assembles in the room at avenue, the width of this ice-lane being the top of the hill. Here hot coffee is about two yards or a trifle over. At the partaken of, and the proceedings are end of the run is a second ice-hill, exactly watched by the ladies ; many of the less similar to the first, but turned in the op- nervous of these themselves enjoying an posite direction, the level stretch at its occasional flight through space. foot running parallel with that of the first An extremely popular method of enterhill, and separated from the latter by a taining one's friends among English and low bulwark of ice and beaten snow. The German circles in St. Petersburg is to inwidth of the avenue just suffices for the vite them to an
On two “runs, one of which thus carries such occasions the hills, as well as the the sledge to the far end of the avenue, runs, are brilliantly illuminated with Benwhile the other brings it back to the start- gal lights ; Chinese and other lanterns ing-point. The hills are just about as being hung from the trees in the avenue