and then passes along down the line of descent, (breaking out in all manner of boorish manifestations of feature and manner, which, if men were only as shortlived as horses, could be readily traced back through the square-roots and the cube-roots of the family stem on which you have hung the armorial bearings of the De Champignons or the De la Morues, until one came to beings that ate with knives and said "Haow?") that no person of right feeling could have hesitated for a single moment. The second of the ravishing voices I have heard was, as I have said, that of another German woman.I suppose I shall ruin myself by saying that such a voice could not have come from any Americanized human being.... It had so much woman in it,— muliebrity, as well as femineity;-no self-assertion, such as free suffrage introduces into every word and movement; large, vigorous nature, running back to those huge-limbed Germans of Tacitus, but subdued by the reverential training and tuned by the kindly culture of fifty generations. Sharp business habits, a lean soil, independence, enterprise, and east winds, are not the best things for the larynx. Still, you hear noble voices among us,-I have known families famous for them, but ask the first person you meet a question, and ten to one there is a hard, sharp, metallic, matterof-business clink in the accents of the answer, that produces the effect of one of those bells which small trades-people connect with their shop-doors, and which spring upon your ear with such vivacity, as you enter, that your first impulse is to retire at once from the precincts. Ah, but I must not forget that dear little child I saw and heard in a French hospital. Between two and three years old. Fell out of a chair and snapped both thigh-bones. Lying in bed, patient, gentle. Rough students round her, some in white aprons, looking fearfully business-like; but the child placid, perfectly still. I spoke to her, and the blessed little creature answered me in a voice of such heavenly sweetness, with that reedy thrill in it which you have heard in the thrush's even-song, that I hear it at this moment, while I am writing, so many, many years afterwards. C'est tout comme un serin, said the French student at my side. These are the voices which struck the key-note of my conceptions as to what the sounds we are to hear in heaven will be, if we shall enter through one of the twelve gates of pearl. There must be other things besides aërolites that wander from their own spheres to ours; and when we speak of celestial sweetness or beauty, we may be nearer the literal truth than we dream. If mankind generally are the shipwrecked survivors of some pre-Adamitic cataclysm, set adrift in these little open boats of humanity to make one more trial to reach the shore,-as some grave theologians have maintained,—if, in plain English, men are the ghosts of dead devils who have "died into life," (to borrow an expression from Keats,) and walk the earth in a suit of living rags which lasts three or four score summers,-why, there must have been a few good spirits sent to keep them company, and these sweet voices I speak of must belong to them. EXTRACTS FROM MRS. BROWNING'S "AURORA LEIGH." N ENGLISH LANDSCAPE. OT a grand nature. Not my chestnut woods Is one thing, England one. How Adam lived in a garden. All the fields The hills are crumpled plains, the plains, parterres,— You find, at best, a park. A nature tamed Rather say A sweet familiar nature, stealing in As a dog might, or child, to touch your hand For inner uses, from the things without. LIFE. O Life, How oft we throw it off and think,—“ Enough, - For rupture; herein we must break with Life, Perhaps we name it Nature's voice, or Love's, Still, Life's voice!-still, we make our peace with Life. THE SOUL'S INTIMATIONS OF IMMOR- The cygnet finds the water; but the man Attesting the Hereafter. Let who says The apocalypse, by a Longus! poring on Which obscure text, we may discern perhaps 12 |