THE KECLUSE. 



Wild as wildest, off he boundeth 



Fleet as fleetest o'er the hill. 

 ** Gemze" ! Gemze ! Kommt, mein lieber ! " * 



Echoes faint, from height to height ; 

 Dry thy tears, sweet Bertha ! never 



Will he glance again in sight. 

 But, when paling stars are twinkling 



In the twilight of the morn, 

 Thou may'st hear his bell a-tinkling 



'Midst the snows of Wetterhorn. 

 And the kindness thou bestowest 



On the helpless, thou shalt prove, 

 Somehow, when thou little knowest. 



In a blessing from above ! 



An interesting scene of recluse life is exhibited by 

 many a little pool in tropical America, such as I 

 have seen in Jamaica, and such as I have seen, 

 too, in the parts of the northern continent bor- 

 dering on the tropics. You penetrate the sombre 

 woods perhaps for miles, and suddenly, in the 

 midst of the most perfect quietude, you see a 

 great light, and open upon an area occupied by a 

 green level, which, from indications here and there, 

 you perceive to be water, covered with a coat of 

 vegetation. The lofty trees rise up in closely-ser- 

 ried ranks all around, from the very margin, and 

 their long branches, as if rejoicing in the un- 

 wonted room and light, stretch out over the 

 water, and dip their twigs into it. The long, 

 pendent strings of parasites hang down, and 

 lightly touch the surface, whipping the floating 

 duck- weed aside when a storm agitates the great 

 trees. From time to time, one and another have 

 been prostrated before the tempest, and, falling 

 into the pond, project their half-decayed trunks in 

 great snags from the sluggish surface, or form 

 piers, which stretch away from the banks into the 

 midst of the lake, and precarious bridges across 

 different portions. 



* Come, my darling ! 

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