We note their dizzy cliffs, the deeply shaded pool

Where rainbows come to bathe in falling waters cool.

We see their flowery vales where zephyrs wing their way

'Mid crystal pools and streams, to revel in the spray;

And there are forest shades where cooling fountains spring,

Where merry waters dance, and airy warblers sing.

We see their ruby sands reflect the noonday sun,

With royal purple groves and crimson shaded lawn;

We note their evening shades and early lighted stars,

Their brilliant, kindred worlds, like Venus and like Mars.

We see their lunar orbs, 'mid silverflooded scenes,

In royal crested robes, night's stately, silent queens;

And there are rising suns where morn breaks o'er the lea;

Behold, strange tribes of men, and castles by the sea.

We see their crested waves bear proudly on their breast

The commerce of a world, o'er seas that never rest;

And there are blended sails in fearful tempests there,

And white against the shore where men and Cities are.

We see their crowded marts where gems are bought and sold,

And there are temples crowned with domes of burnished gold;

We note the voice of man, like countless singing purls,

And hear the songs of praise from endless starry worlds.

We see another, broader, brighter world beyond the skies,

Where worth from every peopled sphere, like floral mountains rise

Around a brilliant canopy of living truth and love-the goal,

And home, the throne of life, and light, and law, "the God of all."

Classic Music.

CLASSIC Music is the vocal harmony of nature's poetic soul. It comes to us laden with intoxicating dreams of life, in the floral grottoes and groves of paradise.

The Rock by the Brook.

I SAT upon this same old rock,
Just fifty years ago,

And saw a face below the brook,
With flaxen hair and happy look.

I sat upon this same old rock
Just fifty years ago,

And saw a tiny shadow play
With flowers gathered by the way.

I sat upon this same old rock
Just fifty years ago,

And listened to the music sweet
Of whirling waters round my feet.

I stood upon this same old rock
Just fifty years ago,

Saw in the pool another world,

"With purple skies and clouds of gold."

I fished from off this gray old rock
Just fifty years ago,

With tiny line and baitless mite,

I told the fish to come and bite.

I fell asleep on this old rock
Just fifty years ago,

And dreamed an angel held the shade
Above the moss on which I laid.

And now upon this grave old rock
I long for "long ago;"

Another face is in the brook,

And faded leaves are in the nook.

"And we all do fade as a leaf."

What to Study.

IN childhood we should study that which would be most useful in early manhood; and later, study that most