with both feet; and it never became a law. The French have stolen a march on us; and they have the glass we should have had. What business had a non-professional to talk about a large telescope? Bah, so much for swaggerin official position!

What We Do and Say.

MANY, if not the most of men's great deeds, have long since perished from the knowledge of our race; while their words still "linger and burn." So what we do is soon to be forgotten by all; but what we say, if well said, may live forever.

Where are the Monuments and Temples of the ancient world? You can almost count them on your fingers; while ancient Literature abounds everywhere.

Eternal Law.

ETERNAL Law! Thou Great First Cause! Thou art supreme in all organic life or form, in all the realms of boundless worlds of light or shade, of time or space. We hear thy tempered Voice in every sound of nature's choice; we hear it in the laughing rill, and in the torrent on the hill; we hear it in the quaking earth, and in the lightning's instant birth; we hear it in the tempest's roar, and in the waves upon the shore. We see Thy perfect hand in every sea, and every land; we see it in the rock and glade, in every light and every shade; we see it in the leaf and flower, and see it in the gentle shower; we see it on the mountain crest, and there upon the ocean's breast. We feel Thy awful power in frosts and floods that round us lower; we feel it in the

restless wave, and in the winds that round us rave. We note Thee in the lofty skies, and in the worlds that set and rise; we note Thee in the earth and Mars, and view Thee in the farthest stars. And Thou art All in All, Divine, and Thou art God; we worship at Thy shrine.

As it Appears to the Author.

1894.

ONE God, one purpose, many laws, and every good, "to which the whole creation moves."

Listening Well.

Or all the graceful arts that cultured manners tell,

Next to talking sense, is that of listening

well.

The Brain.

THE human brain is not only the home and throne of all the senses, it is also a stereoscopic repository of every thing within the range of vision, with memory for a background.

A RETROSPECTION.

My life has been long, earnest, sincere, happy, and full of mistakes. Have lived for a future, with the present but little considered. Have always been appreciated by my many friends, the press, and the public, at home and abroad.

And the fast waning flame still burns more for God, Country, and Humanity, and less for self.

"And now in life's late afternoon, where cool and long the shadows grow, I walk to meet the" light "that soon will shape and shadow overflow."

THE AUTHOR.

March 9, 1902.