S it fell upon a day TO THE NIGHTINGALE. In the merry month of May, Which a grove of myrtles made, Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee; All thy friends are lapped in lead; Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled, Thou and I were both beguiled, Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; T THE MOUNT OF THE HOLY CROSS. HIS wonderful peak of the Rocky Mountain Range is one of the most noted and remarkable mountains in the world. It is among the highest in Colorado, being 14,176 feet high-one of the thirty-three peaks whose summits are 14,000 feet and upward above the sea. A tremendous chasm cleaves it on the eastern side nearly to the top, and right across this, perhaps three-fourths of the way up, is another, and these, filled with snow old as creation, form a perfect and most beautiful cross. It is one of the marked objects visible from Gray's and Pike's Peaks, and from a wide extent of country west of the dividing range of the continent. THERE is a river in the ocean. In the severest droughts it never fails, and in the mightiest floods it never overflows. Its banks and its bottoms are of cold water, while its current is of warm. The Gulf of Mexico is its fountain, and its mouth is the Arctic Seas. It is the Gulf Stream. There is in the world no other such majestic flow of waters. Its current is more rapid than the Mississippi or the Amazon, and its volume more than a thousand times greater. |