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arch, that loses itself in the blue above. The whole melts into a pure har- 

 mony, one and indescribable. At times one longs to be able to translate 

 such scenes into music. What mighty chords one would require to interpret 

 them ! ^ 



OLD GLORY NAILED TO THE POLE. 



"Silent, oh, so silent! You can hear the vibrations of your own nerves 

 I seem as if I were gliding over and over these plains into infinite space. 

 Is this not an image of what is to come? Eternity and peace are here 

 Nirvana must be cold and bright as such an eternal star-night. What are all 

 our research and understanding in the midst of this infinity?" 



