THE EARTHQUAKE AT ISCHIA. 767 
And, as his prow broke up the ancient deep 
And ploughed the unknown sea, the surges rose 
Behind the driving wheels and sped away 
Toward the far off shores. And yet they speed 
And will, till time is over. 
Master in Science ! 
Father of many a thought that, till thy birth, 
In Nature’s vault had lain, and no one knew 
The key to ope’the door. At the command A 
_The ponderous bolts,flew back, and gates now first 
Unbarred, wide open swung; and while they turned 
The view disclosing more, thine eager soul 
With lustrous eye peered in and caught the gleam 
That shot from many agem. The briny sea 
From out its unseen depths gave up a hoard 
Of new and wondrous things, when thy long arm 
Beneath the waves reached downward, grasping the fields 
That base the nether deep. And ancient earth, 
‘¢The mother of all living,” gave up her dead— 
The long lost tribes that were in primal years 
And are not now, nor any semblance bear 
To all that live upon this later stage— 
Whose bones thou saw’st and all the form restored 
Or from a trace drew out the perfect whole. 
Agassiz dead? Agassiz cannot die. 
’Twas at his wish the unknown sea gave up, 
And earth its caverns ope’d that he might gaze 
Upon her treasured wealth. 
The voiceless past 
Once more took up its harp, and smote, and sang; 
The thrills that ran across its chords were sweet, 
The language long forgot, but echoing hills 
Along the shore of time the music caught 
And carried to his ears. He listened long 
At the exultant strains, and then the words 
Proclaimed to all the earth, wishing the tribes . 
That dwell to-day to be ecstatic too. 
THE EARTHQUAKE AT ISCHIA. 
The earthquake, which a week ago shook Ischia to its foundations, has deso- 
lated an island at once beautiful and historic. At the western entrance of the 
Bay of Naples, about twenty miles from the mole, the view from its shore is one 
of the loveliest in the world. The blue sky overhead, reflected in the blue waves 
