Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, 30 As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Suggested by looking at a section of one of those chambered shells to which is given the name of Pearly Nautilus. . . . If you will look into Roget's Bridgewater Treatise you will find a figure of one of these shells and a section of it. The last will show you the series of enlarging compartments successively dwelt in by the animal that inhabits the shell, which is built in a widening spiral. (HOLMES, in the Autocrat.) No rest that throbbing slave may ask, But warmed with that unchanging flame See how yon beam of seeming white 20 30 1 Having read our company so much of the Professor's talk about age and other subjects connected with physical life, I took the next Sunday morning to repeat to them the following poem of his, which I have had by me for some time. He calls it- I suppose for his professional friends The Anatomist's Hymn,' but I shall name it The Living Temple.' (HOLMES, introducing the poem, in the Autocrat.) That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, Frightening people out of their wits, But the Deacon swore (as deacons do, With an 'I dew vum,' or an 'I tell yeou') He would build one shay to beat the taown 'N' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun'; 30 It should be so built that it could n' break daown: 'Fur,' said the Deacon, ''t's mighty plain Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain; 'N' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, Is only jest For the wheels were just as strong as the thills, And the floor was just as strong as the sills, And the panels just as strong as the floor, And the whipple-tree neither less nor more, And the back crossbar as strong as the fore, And spring and axle and hub encore. And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt In another hour it will be worn out! 91 First of November, 'Fifty-five! This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. 'Huddup!' said the parson. Off went they. 100 The parson was working his Sunday's text, CONTENTMENT 'Man wants but little here below.' LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; Plain food is quite enough for me; Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I always thought cold victual nice; My choice would be vanilla-ice. - 120 1858. I care not much for gold or land; I only ask that Fortune send Honors are silly toys, I know, Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin To care for such unfruitful things; 20 Smith transferred it to one of the BROWNS, Who paid, it is plain, not five, but four. Who gave him crowns of silver three. Lee conveyed it unto DREW, And now the payment, of course, was two. |