caused it to run into the main conduit. 
Then the little flags fell down one 
after another, the instant the mole 
touched them, and the observer and 
his assistants had an opportunity to 
correctly record the speed of its course 
for a short distance. C. C. M. 
THE OAK. 
What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade is his! 
There needs no crown to mark the forest's king; 
How in his leaves outshines full summer's bliss! 
Sun, storm, rain, dew, to him their tribute bring, 
Which he, with su h benignant royalty 
Accepts, as overpayeth what is lent; 
All nature seems his vassal proud to be, 
And cunning only for his ornament. 
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So, from oft converse with life's wintry gales, 
Should man learn how to clasp with tougher roots 
The inspiring earth — how otherwise avails 
The leaf-creating sap that sunward shoots? 
So every year that falls with noiseless flake, 
Should fill old scars up on the stormward side, 
And make hoar age revered for age's sake, 
Not for traditions of earth's leafy pride. — Lowell. 
" Had I wist," quoth Spring to the swallow, 
" That earth could forget me, k'ssed 
By summer, and lured to follow 
Down ways that I know not, I, 
My heart should have waxed n )t high, 
Mid-March would have seen me die, 
Had I wist." 
" Had I wist, O Spring," sa ; d the swallow, 
" That hope was a sunlit mist, 
And the faint, light heart of it hollow, 
Thy woods had not heard me sing; 
Thy winds had not known my wing; 
It had faltered ere thine did, Spring, 
Had I wist." ^-Swinburne 
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