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MRS. R. S. NICHOLS.

stole away,

And the world's standing still with all of their Up flew the endowment, not weighing an ounce,

And down, down the farthing-worth came with Contented to dwell deep down in the well,

a bounce. Or move like the snail in the crust of his shell,

Or live like the toad in his narrow abode, By further experiments (no matter how) With their souls closely wedged in a thick wall He found that ten chariots weighed less than of stone,

one plough ; By the gray weeds of prejudice rankly o'ergrown. A sword with gilt trapping rose up in the scale,

Though balanced by only a ten-penny nail ;
A shield and a helmet, a buckler and spear,

Weighed less than a widow's uncrystallized tear.
THE PHILOSOPHER'S SCALES.

A lord and a lady went up at full sail, A MONK, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er,

When a bee chanced to light on the opposite scale; In the depth of his cell with his stone-covered floor, Ten doctors, ten lawyers, two courtiers, one earl, Resigning to thought his chimerical brain,

Ten counsellors' wigs, full of powder and curl, Once formed the contrivance we now shall explain; All heaped in one balance and swinging from But whether by magic's or alchemy's powers

thence, We know not; indeed, 't is no business of ours.

Weighed less than a few grains of candorand sense; Perhaps it was only by patience and care,

A first-water diamond, with brilliants begirt, At last, that he brought his invention to bear.

Than one good potato just washed from the dirt ; In youth ’t was projected, but years

Yet not mountains of silver and gold could suffice

't was THE PEARL OF And ere 't was complete he was wrinkled and gray;

One pearl to outweigh,
But success is secure, unless energy fails ;
And at length he produced THE PHILOSOPHER'S

Last of all, the whole world was bowled in at the

grate, “What were they ?” you ask. You shall pres. With the soul of a beggar to serve for a weight, ently see ;

When the former sprang up with so strong a reThese scales were not made to weigh sugar and tea.

buff O no ; for such properties wondrous had they, That it made a vast rent and escaped at the roof! That qualities, feelings, and thoughts they could When balanced in air, it ascended on high, weigh,

And sailed up aloft, a balloon in the sky; Together with articles small or immense,

While the scale with the soul in't so mightily fell From mountains or planets to atoms of sense. That it jerked the philosopher out of his cell.

JANE TAYLOR. Naught was there so bulky but there it would lay, And naught so ethereal but there it would stay, And naught so reluctant but in it must go :

THE CALIPH AND SATAN. All which some examples more clearly will show.

VERSIFIED FROM THOLUCK'S TRANSLATION OUT OF THE The first thing he weighed was the head of Voltaire, Which retained all the wit that hadever been there. In heavy sleep the Caliph lay, As a weight, he threw in a torn scrap of a leaf, When some one called, “Arise, and pray !" Containing the prayer of the penitent thief ; When the skull rose aloft with so sudden a spell The angry Caliph cried, “Who dare That it bounced like a ball on the roof of the cell. Rebuke his king for slighted prayer ?

GREAT PRICE.

SCALES.

PERSIAN.

One time he put in Alexander the Great, Then, from the corner of the room,
With the garment that Dorcas had made for a A voice cut sharply through the gloom :

weight;
And though clad in armor from sandals to crown, “My name is Satan. Rise ! obey
The hero rose up, and the garment went down. Mohammed's law; awake, and pray."
A long row of almshouses, amply endowed “Thy words are good," the Caliph said,
By a well-esteemed Pharisee, busy and proud, “But their intent I somewhat dread.
Next loaded one scale; while the other was pressed
By those mites the poor widow dropped into the For matters cannot well be worse
chest:

Than when the thief says, 'Guard your purse I'

For how can I thy words believe, When even God thou didst deceive ?

I cannot trust your counsel, friend,
It surely hides some wicked end."
Said Satan, “Near the throne of God,
In ages past, we devils trod;
Angels of light, to us 't was given
To guide each wandering foot to heaven.
Not wholly lost is that first love,
Nor those pure tastes we knew above.
Roaming across a continent,
The Tartar moves his shifting tent,

But never quite forgets the day When in his father's arms he lay ;

So we, once bathed in love divine, Recall the taste of that rich wine.

A sea of lies art thou, - our sin
Only a drop that sea within."
“Not so," said Satan, “I serve God,
His angel now, and now his rod.
In tempting I both bless and curse,
Make good men better, bad men worse.
Good coin is mixed with bad, my brother,
I but distinguish one from the other.”
“Granted,” the Caliph said, “but still
You never tempt to good, but ill.
Tell then the truth, for well I know
You come as my most deadly foe.”
Loud laughed the fiend. “You know me well,
Therefore my purpose I will tell.
If you had missed your prayer, I knew
A swift repentance would ensue.
And such repentance would have been
A good, outweighing far the sin.
I chose this humbleness divine,
Borne out of fault, should not be thine,
Preferring prayers elate with pride
To sin with penitence allied."

J. F.C

God's finger rested on my brow, – That magic touch, I feel it now!

I fell, 't is true –0, ask not why, For still to God I turn my eye.

It was a chance by which I fell, Another takes me back from hell.

'T was but my envy of mankind,
The envy of a loving mind.
Jealous of men, I could not bear
God's love with this new race to share.

But yet God's tables open stand,
His guests flock in from every land;

Some kind act toward the race of men May toss us into heaven again.

A game of chess is all we see,
And God the player, pieces we.
White, black - queen, pawn, -—'t is all the same,
For on both sides he plays the game.
Moved to and fro, from good to ill,
We rise and fall as suits his will."

AIRY NOTHINGS.

FROM "THE TEMPEST." Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air ; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

SHAKESPEARE

The Caliph said, “If this be so,
I know not, but thy guile I know;

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