possess’d,
    And yet o’er me to spread thy drowsy wings
  Thou spar’st, alas! who cannot be thy guest. 
    Since I am thine, O come,—­but with that face
  To inward light, which thou art wont to shew—­
  With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe;
    Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace,
  Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath
  I long to kiss the image of my death!

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  Hark, happy lovers, hark! 
  This first and last of joys,
  This sweetener of annoys,
  This nectar of the gods,
  You call a kiss, is with itself at odds: 
  And half so sweet is not,
  In equal measure got
  At light of sun as it is in the dark: 
  Hark, happy lovers, hark!

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NOTES OF A READER

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INDIAN FEAST OF SOULS.

Every three or four years, by a general agreement, the Indians disinter the bodies of such as have died within that time; finding the soft parts mouldered away, they carefully clean the bones, and each family wrap up the remains of their departed friends in new fur.  They are then laid together in one mound or barrow, and the ceremony concludes with a feast, with dances, songs, speeches, games, and mock combats.

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PALEY.

We think it next to impossible for a candid unbeliever to read the Evidences of Paley, in their proper order, unshaken.  His Natural Theology will open the heart, that it may understand, or at least receive the Scriptures, if any thing can.  It is philosophy in its highest and noblest sense; scientific, without the jargon of science; profound, but so clear that its depth is disguised.  There is nothing of the “budge Doctor” here; speculations which will convince, if aught will, that “in the beginning God created the heaven and the earth,” are made familiar as household words.  They are brought home to the experience of every man, the most ordinary observer on the facts of nature with which he is daily conversant.  A thicker clothing, for instance, is provided in winter for that tribe of animals which are covered with fur.  Now, in these days, such an assertion would be backed by an appeal to some learned Rabbi of a Zoological Society, who had written a deep pamphlet, upon what he would probably call the Theory of Hair.  But to whom does Paley refer us?  To any dealer in rabbit skins.  The curious contrivance in the bones of birds, to unite strength with lightness, is noticed.  The bore is larger, in proportion to the weight of the bone, than in other animals; it is empty; the substance of the bone itself is of a closer texture.  For these facts, any “operative” would quote Sir Everard Home, or Professor Cuvier, by way of giving