thousands who never labor at all, are found who, through the unnatural degree of excitement kept up in the brain and nervous system, and the full play of the passions, bring very great injury to their health. An attentive examination of every class of society will convince us, that in proportion as the intellect is highly cultivated, improved, and strongly excited, the body suffers, till a period at length arrives when the corporeal deterioration begins to act on the mental powers, and the proud man finds that the elasticity even of the immortal mind may be impaired by pressure too long continued, and that, like springs of baser metal, the body requires occasional relaxation and rest, instead of dosing and drugging. See that pale cheek, that eye that has lost its luster, that careworn countenance, that languid step, that flaccid muscle, with great weakness, and the indisposition to exertion, and you will behold the results of a mind worn down by the cares and disappointments of life, and a body exhibiting a faithful picture of its influence upon it.

"The best of men have ever loved repose:

They hate to mingle in the filthy fray,
Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor grows,
Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day.
E'en those whom Fame has lent her fairest ray,
The most renown'd of worthy wights of yore,
From a base world at last have stolen away.”

REALM TEN

SAW two clouds at morning,

Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on,
And mingled into one;

I thought that morning cloud was blessed,
It moved so sweetly to the west."

THE ESTATE

OF

EXALTATION

"HER veil revealed

The beauty of her face, which, half concealed Behind its thin blue folds, showed like the moon Behind a cloud that will forsake it soon. Her hair was braided darkness, but the glance Of lightning eyes shot from her countenance.

"TO him no vain regrets belong,

Whose soul, that finer instrument,
Gave to the world no poor lament,
But wood-notes ever sweet and strong.
O lonely friend! he still will be
A potent presence, though unseen,
Steadfast, sagacious, and serene:
Seek not for him, he is with thee."

"ALAS!

we think not what we daily see About our hearths- angels, that are to be

Or may be, if they will, and we prepare
Their souls and ours to meet in happy air
A child, a friend, a wife whose heart sings
In unison with ours, breeding its future wings."

"EACH flower the dews have lightly wet,

And in the sky the stars are met,

And on the wave is deeper blue,

And on the leaf a browner hue,

And in the heaven that clear obscure,
So softly dark, and darkly pure,

Which follows the decline of day,

As twilight melts beneath the moon away."

The Estate of Exaltation

DEST! This little Fountain runs

"REST!

Thus for aye:-it never stays
For the look of summer suns,

Nor the cold of winter days.
Whosoe'er shall wander near,
When the Syrian heat is worst
Let him hither come, nor fear
Lest he may not slake his thirst."

INGS of influence far overspreading the sky, span the mighty realm wherein man has sought to peer since first he knew his relation to the universe that canopies him. Shut in on this earth with all its dangers, he hopes for some destiny that shail separate him from the rolling ball on whose crust he clings. He sees life made up of the material that lies on the ground beneath his feet, and operated by the forces that come from the sun. So ignorant is he of the laws that govern the universe that he does not know where the

parent orb of the solar system had its origin, or whence it receives its vital supply. He believes that, if he were given wings with which to fly a billion miles in each billionth part of a second, he could scour the heavens from one extreme to the other, going through all the heights, the depth and breadths, and find nothing but suns and solar systems.

If it is true that we see all there is of the universe in kind though not in extent, then the powers that make, keep and control it are diffused and scattered, and suns are gods, and gods are beings of fire. But if it is not true, then heaven and the abode of God are designedly hidden from our little dot in the sky, and only His presence pervades matter. There is no such thing as an existence suspended in empty space, apart from the architectural structure of the universe. The home of the Ruler is somewhere or everywhere. All forces operate on the material; they are powerless to find leverage except in matter. The day is not far distant when science will declare that the ether which fills space and is omnipresent within all gases, liquids and solids, is all there is of spiritual existence; being capable of containing and transmitting every influence hitherto known.

Magnetism lives in ether; and leaps its bounds under pressure to seek release through more solid lines of matter. The water-sea that encompasses our continents is more free than the earth and its minerals; the aerial-sea that bathes the planet is lighter yet; but the ether-sea, itself expanded matter, is freedom idealized. Strike the water into waves, and their highest speed is childishly slow compared with the undulations of air that rive the wind; yet both give way before the flight of ethereal fire that counts its millions of miles in each minute of time. The sun is close enough to the earth to almost scorch it, yet sound would require fourteen years to pass from this earth to that orb. We regard the railway train that