take advantage of the circumstance. But how was it 
in reality? Of late years he had not kept his ac- 
[ counts with the same accuracy as formerly; he knew 
what he received, but the disbursements were quite 
another matter.— sometimes he knew and sometimes 
not. but one thing he must have known, that he could 
no longer keep pace with the demands npon his 
purse. It was perfectly natural that he should 
endeavor to keep it to himself as long as possible, the 
world being ever ready to criticise and judge harshly, 
often when it is undeserved, but all would not do, the 
truth had to be known at last. It was very unex¬ 
pected, however, t* all but the knowing ones. But 
when it became generally known, the smile of deri¬ 
sion 
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OUR WORLD. 
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CHILDREN. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New Yorker.] 
OVER THE SEA. 
AT ASA ROGERS WATSON. 
Yes, come ye little children. 
With your frolic, and your noise, 
1 love your lively prattle, 
Ye merry girls and boys! 
I'll cast my books beside me. 
And mingle in your glee; 
And ail life's noisy tumult 
Will then forgotten be. 
Ye are my heart's bright sunshine, 
Which chases from my brow 
The shades of disappointment 
That gather ’round it now ^ 
Man delves in sordid treasure, 
It holds him in its thrall; 
But ye. bright rays of heaven, 
Make him forget it all. 
I hear your lisped accents, 
And catch the struggling words, — 
Each note is as harmonious 
As those of warbling birds. 
Come, let me stroke yonr-tresses! 
Come, climb upon n>y knee! 
There’s room for half-a-dozen.— 
Come, fairies, come to me’ 
Then come ye happy children! — 
I wait your prattle here; — 
And, with your soft caresses, 
My gloomy feelings cheer! 
I fain would kiss the roses 
That blossom on your cheeks; 
They arc the sweet elixir 
A wearied spirit seeks. 
All would he void of music 
Without your gladsome noise; 
Come, como ye now, and cheer me, 
Ye laughing girls and boys! 
AT MtN.VJK MUfrwOOD 
BY MARGARET ELLIOTT. 
I look for a ship that shall come o’er the sea, 
In the morning’s flush and the sunset's gold 
Its white sails are bringing a treasure to me, 
A wealth of beauty and love untold. 
I look for the ship, — will it never come? 
Do I look in rain for the snowy sail? 
I question the waves, but the waves are dumb, 
And a fearful answer is borne on the gale. 
acter, ana "indecent," thousands claim the right “This world ianot so bad a world 
to inquire why? That the use of hoops is abused, is As some would like to make it;” 
not denied. Tell u,s a fashion of dress that ever Tig bright and beautiful, rm sure, 
existed that was not abused. There is nothing If we'd but rightly take it. 
“ indecent” in the nse of moderate sized hoops, the It>sab ' 3 sympathies, I ween, 
resolutions of a religious conference to the contrary Are things we all might covet, 
notwithstanding. In behalf of a million American And ,f we only wte «» good 
women, I deny the truth* of the assertion. Nine- 
tentha of the whole Civilized world will look upon It rp ‘ 14 troe; ^ Hrlt may oft arise, 
as an insult. A " d ten ’ ,er Ui,n Hope's dawning; 
_ . , , .. But then.'tia said the darkest hour 
*> hen hoops first came iirto fashion, they were T , .. 
... , . .. Is Just before the morning, 
looked upon by some with distrust; but they have And gh(n! , d Dlis f„ rl unc chance to wield 
advanced steadily, and are now worn almost univer- Her grief stained lance, and sever 
sally in this country. Their advantages are so Some cherished lie, we still should cry 
numerous, that when once worn they are never die- w jlW detpermdnm ’ 1 ever. 
carded. They enable a woman to make her dress r . . 
• , ... , . ' Tia true, that friends may prove untrue, 
assume a comely shape, without such killing loads as And b&aelr, too. deceive us, 
were formerly worn. They are light, agreeable, and Prosperity n'n u» may frown, 
very pleasant to walk in, as there is no fear of step- And death, too. oft bereave os. 
ping on the dress; and, what is more important, they Perchance the taeks assigned to us 
do not injure the health, like thin Shoes, low-necked May always not be lightest; 
dresses, or short sleeves. Bnt of P‘ UB1D ? things of earth 
But I am drawing out this article too long. In Wo’ll v,cw the side that’s brightest, 
conclusion I will say, that if t&cse modern reformers Me Vf ' L " not let each petty grief, 
wish to begin a crusade against dress, it will be Or thoughts of coming morrow, 
better for them to take Borne more tenable ground. Disturb our peace and joy, fall we 
Erie Co., N. Y., 1801. A F. IL ArR 0VPrwb, ' ln,ed in sorrow 
... .. . ... , . , , Life’s ocean’s waves may wreck our bark. 
We noticed the resolutions, and the edict spoken of With Hope and Joy well freighted, 
by our correspondent, circulating quite freely in the And wbatwe ve hoped and prayed for long, 
papers of the West, and at the time classed the entire Lost soon as His created, 
story as the emanation of some knight of the quill But we will ever bravely bear 
whose stock of news was limited, and who found the All ills assigned to mortals, 
wherewithal to “fill up ” by thus creating a sensation For better days will surely dawn. 
item. The paragraphs were furnished with a loca- And when at Heaven’s portals, 
tion, and we looked for a denial, but have not seen it We’ll And that those who wear the crowns 
as yet. The whole matter, however, is one which Most glorious and brightest, 
will right itself, for both Conference and Bishop have Ar * th<! “ "!T’ h,,re upon the earth 
over-stepped the authority conferred upon them. . ore tjur ens not the lightest. 
Neither the Bishop nor a Quarterly Conference has a Alfrcd 1 mverfi,t - v ’ N - Y •> 1861 
right to nmke a new rule of membership of the ’ ’ * ‘ *'- 
Church, as this would be. This can only be done by rWrittenito Moore's Rural New-Yorker ] 
the General Conference, which meets once in four CALCULATION AND MISCALCULATION. 
years, and held its last session at Buffalo, in 1800. 
Neither can we conceive that a minister has any right ^ ELI ” l * ien ’ m . y income for the year amounts to 
to refuse the Bacrament to a member of the church. two l inn d p ed dollars,— not quite as much as I ex- 
Complaint must first be made for violation of disci- P 6Ct< ^' Nathan Jones, after casting 
pline, then follows a trial, 
rose upon many a lip as they said, “Ah! that 
explains the prosperity of Mr. Jones; he has been 
doing a heavy business, but it seems it was with 
other people’s money.” The fact was he bad been so 
extravagant, and, perhaps, arrogant, that few could 
sympathise with him in his difficulty, 
IVith hair dishevelled and garments torn 
I sit and weep by the ernet sea; 
The cold wares glitter and leap in the snn, 
And mock my grief with tbeir heartless glee. 
Bnt I hear ’mid their plashing a cry of despair, 
A low, wild Cry, and a dying moan, — 
The surf is tangled with golden hair 
Anda white hand gleams thro’ the sbitneringfoam, 
The property 
wag sold and the debts,paid, when but little re¬ 
mained; and now, when past the prime of life he 
removed to the West, there to commence the world 
anew. 
How much better for Mr. Jones had he contented 
himself in his first situation, when he was doing as 
well as he could reasonably expect; but no, be wished 
to get rich quickly, and be somebody more than plain 
Mr. Jones, and basing his calculations Tot the future 
upon his circumstances as they then were, he failed. 
And no wonder, as he then hired little, but after¬ 
wards be paid out a large amount to this account 
yearly. Moreover, the family expenses were greatly 
increased, to which add extravagances and other ex¬ 
traordinary expenses, and it will cease to be surpris¬ 
ing. And herein is the great difficulty with too many 
of our farmers; they undertake too iarge a business 
for their capital,—hurry and drive to do a good deal 
It is better to die than to live and grow cold. 
And faithlevs, and false as the shifting rand, 
For Love, Faith and Truth will never grow old 
If they bloom on the shores of the Better Land 
Far over the ware* in the Land of Rest 
I know that my treasure u waiting for me, 
To usher me in to the home of the blest 
When the Angel of Death takes me over the sea. 
Gainesville, N. Y. 1861. 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
SYMPATHY FOR THE SORROWING. 
There are few things harder to bear, in our inter- 
1 course with our fellow men, than the repellent 
coldness it is often our lot to meet, when our bowed 
1 hearts are yearning for sympathy and kindness. Men 
J may lightly estimate another’s sorrows*—may talk 
? boastingly of the strength and courage with which 
they could sustain the weight under which other 
^ shoulders bend; but only the heart to which the suf- 
• fering is given, knows its extent and bitterness. It 
is not easy for a proud and self-reliant spirit to under¬ 
stand the skrinkings of the heart whose powers of 
endurance suffering has weakened, nor can such an 
one comprehend the agony they sometimes inflict upon 
a sore and bleeding heart, by the cold indifference 
that turns with a “don’t care” from a suffering 
fellow creature. 
Why should they, upon whose path the sunshine 
brightly beams, shut tbeir hearts to the claims of 
sorrow? Why turn indifferently from those upon 
whom the storm and sleet have beaten, and withhold 
the word that would nmke the heart glad? Oh, how 
much more of hope and gladness might illumine this 
vale of tears, if men made self-gratification less an 
object of ambition, and sought more to emulate Him to 
whom no heart ever went for sympathy in vain. There 
are none so low that Jesus will Dot regard,—no grief 
so slight He will refuse to listenAo its moan. Then, 
may we willfully pain one heufft to whom He has 
given life?—make darker byword or act the already 
darkened way? May we add to the grief of those 
whom God has wounded?— taunt another with weak¬ 
ness because we are strong? . 
Joseph's brethren,— when in their affliction they 
ro*»>«>rnWr«4 fom*r t-suvltlc*, ' uttorc4 t* f*clftimeilt 
posterity would do well to consider. “ Wc are verily 
guilty concerning our brother, in that we saw the 
anguish of his soul when he besought us, and we 
would not hear; therefore is this distress come upon 
«*•” YY 'ho shall say that the weakness wo deride 
to-day shall not be ours to-morrow? That the storm 
cloud that has robbed another's life of its brightness 
will not yet enshroud us in gloom? “When lie 
givetli quietness, who then can make trouble? and 
when He bideth His face, who then can behold Him? 
whether it be done against a nation, or against a man 
only?’’ 
“ If every pain and care we feel 
Could burn upon our brow, 
How many hearts would move to heal 
That strive to crush us now.” 
Sherburne. N. Y., 1861. Lina Leu. 
Philomont, Ya., 1861 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker ] 
WOMAN-INCENTIVES TO DUTY. 
Is it a well-proved fact that woman is an inferior 
existence;—tbht she never ascends to the highest 
pinnacle of intelligence, and takes the blessings 
•which Heaven offers? Is her soul so dead that she 
never longs to drink from the deep fountain of in 
tellectuality, at which her brother man satiates his 
thirst for immortal good? 
With one earnest glance of life, all these interroga¬ 
tions arise, and a solution, either correct or in¬ 
correct, follows. In studying these living marvels, 
we find it to be an invariable fact, that the rays of 
intelligence which illuminate the hnman mind, are 
convergent in the mind of man, and divergent in the 
mind of woman. Man concentrates every ray of 
truth upon a specific object, until he can clearly see 
to perfectly accomplish that object. He perfects the 
thought that interests him moat, and thereby makes 
proficiency in something. Woman’s thoughts are 
seldom, if ever, brought to a focus; consequently 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
RAVEL.—RAILROADS vs. STEAMBOATS, 
How often have I been struck with the 
different 
sensations we experience in traveling by the cars nr 
steamboats. If wc are accustomed to live retired 
lives, we notice them all the more. Enter a crowded 
car, and almost before you can reach a seat, if you 
are bo fortunate as to find a vacant one, the iron 
horse gives a fierce neigh and starts on his journey, 
making a din and clatter which wakes up your ideas 
thoroughly. Look around you, and every one else 
seems animated. You cannot remain uninterested 
amid the lively discussions going on. Politics, sheep 
I raising, foreign news, and the markets, are succes¬ 
sively disposed of. Every faculty «f your mind seems 
roused to unnsual activity. But after a time you 
reach the steamboat landing, and soon transfer your¬ 
self to the cabin. After the usual bnstle, the boat gets 
under weigh, and goes gliding quietly down the lake. 
1 ou look around; sonic of the passengers arc quietlv 
reading, some of the mattor-of-fliet ladfes sut talking | 
over their family matters, as coolly ns if they were 
seated in their parlors at homo. Scat yourself by an 
open window, and look out on the blue waters and 
the distant shore, and if you have an element of 
reveries or poetry in your nature, it will then, if ever, 
assert its power. You may forget the weary round I 
before a committee 
appointed for the purpose, and this committee must 
either condemn or acquit. Either party then has a 
right to appeal from the decision to the Quarterly 
Conference. It is best to have Bishops and Ministers, 
as well as other people, keep the laws. 
rWritten Rir Moore'* Rural New-Yorker.] 
THOSE “HARD TRUTHS.” 
>See here, Mrs. Madam Farmer,— begging your 
pardon,—do you perceive what a furore you have 
stirred up among the laboring population? A regu¬ 
lar “strike” is likely to result. Have you received 
any challenges, aud do you understand the use of 
weapons?—any except the broom-stick, ladle, Ac.? 
But probably you could deal justice with them. It 
seems to be supposed that you drive your girls about 
with the hrootn luindto, ami cudgel them over the 
head with a pudding-stick, all the time “fretting and 
scolding,” till, doubtless, youfiavn’t a pound of flesh 
on your bones,—in short, a regular Old Blue Beard, 
perhaps, dragging them around by the hair, and 
shutting them up in some dark cellar, when they do 
1 Merciless 
-it’s evident 
have the hardest of it!” 
knot hole;” 
patience and sympathy.” “If 
there is not the requisite light in her mind to enable 
her to penetrate any intricate subject, and, therefore, 
she makes proficiency in nothing. The fault is not 
that Nature did not make an equal distribution of 
gifts, but that woman, by will and circumstance, 
has become almost incapable of excelling in anything 
useful. It is true that some, comparatively very few, 
have excelled in literature, science, and art, but 
those few have scrupulously obeyed the aspirations 
of the soul, and listened to the whisperings of 
genius 
as to the commands of a divinely commissioned 
teacher. 
Another cause of the mental inferiority of woman 
is, that she allows herself to be attracted by every 
passing vanity, and instead of consulting the garden 
of the mind, she neglects it altogether, and spends 
the golden moments “ in stooping the pinion back 
to earth, which boareth up to heaven.” 
It is the climax of folly for woman to complain of 
oppression, until she better improves the privileges 
that she now possesses. When the era shall arrive 
in which woman will walk just as far as permitted in 
the field of truth, then we shall see the gates opening 
avenues, that she 
happen to “ burn the bread to cinders 
woman! No wonder you have trouble 
enough the poor girls 
One advises you to retire into a 
another recommends “ 
you were a good mistress, you would doubtless have 
good help.” You, probably “went out to sarvice ” 
yonraelf once, and that's the reason why you are so 
“ hard ” on your poor girls. 
You had better be more considerate, as lots of 
people have met with “ reverses of fortune,” and your 
own “petted daughters may share their mother’s 
early fate.” Tt would be ludicrous, anti too bad, if 
you should not happen to have any daughters, on 
whom the consequences of your cruelty could de¬ 
scend. 
Being somewhat, ignorant of domestic et ceteras, I 
am at a loss to imagine what sort of work that 
“meanest of all ” was, that you hired done, and then 
did not pay for it! That proves, “ out and out,” that 
you are a most unprincipled and uukind mistress, and 
do not deserve 11113 ' help. 
However, now Madam, will you take an old man’s 
advice, and remember that truths are not always to 
be outspoken, especially '• hard truths.” 1 have read 
human nature a little, and standing, as I do, on neu¬ 
tral ground, 1 did not interpret your expressions as 
some have, and rather suspect that one reason why 
you have so much trouble, is because you arc a poor 
band to manage girls, being too indulgent and 
familiar, so that, finding you so easy, and kind, and 
forgiving, they become careless, and as the saying is, 
“ run over 3 ’ou,” as some will. But it is belter to be 
too clever than on the other extreme: stiLl, the 
“happy medium between the two extremes,” would 
be the best policy, if you could arrive at that place. 
Not thinking of any bad place to send you, nor wish¬ 
ing }'Our posterity any sad reverses, I will merely 
hope for better success for 3 r ou in future. 
Coven Hoven. 
and had removed the inanmbranec. Be this as it 
may, tho next time be rave Mr. Smith be casually 
introduced the subject ei the farm,— ascertained the 
lowest cash price, —and; a few days after bought it, 
paying a good price for (he same. 
Mr. Jones was thought to be a thriving man, 
which, indeed, was true, so that be had no difficulty 
in mortgaging this last farm,— after paying down 
into other, and mure extended 
may go On, and on, until she reaches the fountain of 
perfect justice. Worthiness will secure for her the 
longed-for equality! It is but seldom we find a woman 
"’bo possesses genuine nobility of soul,—that sterling 
principle which causes her to be a purifying element 
in society,—and it is because she basso long stooped 
to the conformity of foolish and fashionable customs, 
that she is mentally deformed; and while she is be¬ 
ing '■delightfully entertained ” in the gossiping circlo, 
man is pursuing something useful, and increasing, 
therefore, the disparity of mind, aud also position! 
Impatience is another cause of woman ever being 
with the substrata of society. If, perchance, a glori¬ 
ous thought springs up in her mind, she cannot wait 
for its maturity, but, in her eagerness, she gives it to 
the world onl 3 r half grown. She evidently cannot learn 
that a thought needs time, as well as nutriment, to 
complete its beauty and usefulness. 
Man is not the opposer of the elevation of woman 
How often have we 
Oh, precious gospel! Will any merciless band 
endeavor to tear away from our hearts this best, this 
last, and sweetest consolation? Would you darken 
the only avenue through which one ray of hope can 
enter? Would you tear from the aged and infirm the 
only prop on which their souls cau repose in peace? 
Would you deprive the dying of their only source of 
consolation? Would you rob the world of its richest 
treasure? Would you let loose the flood-gates of 
every vice, and bring buck upon the earth the horrors 
of superstition or the atrocities of atheism? Then 
endeavor to subvert the gospel; throw around you 
the (ire-brands of infidelity; laugh at religion, and 
make a mock of futurity; hat be assured, that for all 
these things God will bring you into judgment. I 
will persuade, myself that a regard for the welfare of 
tbeir country, if no higher motive, will induce men 
to respect the Christian religion. And every pious 
Heart-Power.—A man’s force in the world, other 
things being equal, is just in the ratio of the force 
and strength of his heart. A full-hearted man is 
always a powerful man; if he be erroneous, then he 
is powerful for error; if the thing is in his heart, he 
is sure to make it notorious, even though it may be a 
downright falsehood, 
Let a man be ever so ignorant, 
still if his heart be full of love to a cause, he becomes 
a powerful man for that object, because he has heart- 
power, heart-force. A man may be deficient in many 
of the advantages of education, in many of those 
niceties which are so much looked upon in society; 
but once give him a good strong heart that beats hard, 
and there is no mistake about his power. Let him 
have a heart that is full up to the brim with an object, 
and that man will do the object, or else he will die 
gloriously defeated, and will glory in his defeat. 
Heart is power.— Spurgeon. 
that is frequentl} - supposed, 
heard good old orthodox people say that, “we can 
have all the religion we live for.” Thus it is with 
woman, she cau have all the rights for which she will 
live. Amie W. 
Livonia, N. Y., 1861. 
Gift and Grace of Faith. — The difference 
between the gift and the grace of faith seems to me 
this. According to the gift of faith I am able to do 
a thing, or believe that a thing will come to pass, the 
not believing of which v-ould not be sin, according 
to the grace of faith I am able to do a thing, or 
believe a thing will come to pass, respecting which I 
have the word of God as the ground to rest upon, 
and, therefore, the not doing it, or the not believing 
it, would be sin. 
For instance, the gift of faith would be needed that 
a sick person should be restored again, though there 
is no human probability, for there is no promise to 
that effect the grace of faith is needed to believe that 
the Lord will give me the necessaries of life, if I 
first seek the kingdom of God and His righteousness, 
for there is a promise to that effect. — Mueller's Life of 
Trust. 
The Culture of SorroW. — Nearly all sorrow, 
while it lasts, depresses action, destroys hope, and 
crashes energy: but it renders sensitiveness more 
acute, the sympathies more genial, and the whole 
character less selfish and more considerate. It is 
said that in nature, but for the occasional seasons of 
drouth, the best lands would soon degenerate; bnt 
these seasons cause the lands to suck up from the 
currents beneath, with the moisture, all those mine¬ 
ral manures that restore and fertilize the soil above. 
It is thus with sickness and with sorrow; once sur¬ 
mounted, they fertilize the character and develops 
from the deep fountains of the human heart a joy and 
fruitfulness not otherwise attainable. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
ARE HOOPS UNCHRISTIAN, INDECENT? 
A Strong Minted Woman on Barjes. — A major¬ 
ity of babies, says Mrs. Swisshclm, are to tbeir moth¬ 
ers what a doll is to a little girl—something to dress, 
a means of displaying odds and ends of finery, and 
exhibiting one’s tastes. If infants were treated on 
the principle that a good farmer treats a lamb, gos¬ 
lings, chickens, pigs, Ac., viz., well fed and kept 
warm, they would live and grow just as well-cared-for 
goslings live and grow, and we never knew one die. 
Dutch babies wear caps, and bow could any lady of 
taste have her baby look like a, Dutch baby? Just so; 
and Dutch babies generally live, laugh and grow fat, 
for they are “smothered in flannel” and feathers, 
and are kept all in a sweat. Dutch mothers do not 
keep their babies for model artist exhibitions. They 
cover them up, keep them warm and quiet, and raise 
a wonderful number of sturdy boys and girls. We 
treated our baby on the Dutch plan, and never lost a 
night’s sleep with her. 
As the discussion of the Dress Question has become 
quite general in the columns of the Rural, why may 
I not claim a small space to defend the moderate use 
of hoops, as an article of dress. 
A shomime since, a Western Conference adopted 
resolutions that, “the wearing of hoops by females 
is inconsistent with a truly Christian character, — is 
by some considered indecent, aud that therefore, we, 
as a Quarterly Conference, disapprove of the wearing 
of hoops by our female members.” Through willful¬ 
ness, or neglect, some of the sisters of the com¬ 
munion failed to obey this edict, and at a recent 
meeting, held in Montgomery Count}', Ohio, were 
consequently cut off from the Church, for it is stated 
in a Westeru journal, that the Bishop “forbade any 
one with hoops on to partake of the sacrament, 
affirming that they would not be welcome to the 
table of the Loud.” I shall not discuss the propriet}' 
of religious societies making the wearing of hoops a 
bar to membership, for that is nobody’s business but 
theirs. They have a perfect right to decide what 
shall be the qualifications of their members. They 
may resolve that “a man’s boots shall weigh three 
pounds avoirdupois.” and “his bat hold six quarts 
dry measure,” or that a woman’s “dress shall clear 
Reading. — The amusement of reading is among 
the greatest consolations oi life; it is the nurse of 
virtue; the upholder of adversity; the prop of 
independence; the supporter of just pride; the 
strengtbener of elevated opinions; it is a shield 
against the tyranny of all petty passions; it is the 
repeller of the fool's scoff and the knave’s reason,— 
Sir Egerton Bridges. 
God Ever Good. —Omnipotence may build a thou¬ 
sand worlds, and fill them with bounties; Omnipo¬ 
tence may powder mountains into dust, and burn the 
sea, and consume the sky, but Omnipotence can not 
do an unloving thing toward a believer. Oh! rest 
qoite sure, Christian, a hard thing, an unloving thing 
from God toward one of his own people, is quite 
impossible. He is a 3 kind to 30 a when he casts yon 
into prison as when he takes you into a palace; He is 
as good when He sends famine into }-our house as 
when He fills your barns with plenty. The only 
question is, Art thou His child? If so, He hath 
rebuked thee in affection, and there is love in His 
chastisements.— Spurgeon . 
Love of Nature.— He who has a love for Nature 
can never be alone. Tn the shell he picks up on the 
shore, in the leaf fading at his feet, in the grain of 
sand, and in the morning dew, he sees enough to 
employ his mind for hours. Such a mind is never 
idle. He studies the works of his Maker, which he 
sees all around him, and finds a pleasure of which the 
devotee of sin and folly can form no conception.. 
A cheerful heart paints the world as it finds it, 
like a sunny landscape; the morbid inind depicts it 
like a sterile wilderness pallid with thick vapors, and 
as dark as the “Shadow of DeaDh.” It is the mirror, 
in short, on which it is caught, and lends to the face 
of nature the aspect of its own turbulence or tran¬ 
quility. 
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