182 St. 3oi)n'5 g^oit. 
Prepared by arts, to them best known, 
To catch all feet except their own, 
Who as to fortune can unlock it, 
As easily as pick a pocket. 
Churchill, 
We may smile, or coldly sneer, 
The while such ghostly tales we hear, — 
And wonder why they were believed. 
And how wise men could be deceived :— 
Bathing our renovated sight 
In the free gospel's glorious light. 
We marvel it was ever night I 
Mrs. Hale. 
This present life seems full of mysteries ; 
The vulgar mind, to superstition prone, 
In nature's workings fearful omens sees, 
And shrinks aghast from terrors of its own 
Absurd imagining. Despotic is the power 
Of ignorance ; and thousands live in fear 
And die unnumbered times before the hour 
That Heaven has set to end their being here. 
The trustful, quiet, mighty thinker seeks 
The beautiful and simple orderings 
Of the Great Former of created things, 
And God to him in guiding accents speaks. 
Still, in the dealings of the Lord with men. 
Some things there are beyond our human ken. 
MacKellar. 
