But gazing back upon the skies,
      Shines with a mournful light,
  Like its own tear,
  Because so long divided from the sphere. 
    Restless it rolls, and unsecure,
    Trembling, lest it grows impure;
    Till the warm sun pities its pain,
    And to the skies exhales it back again. 
    So the soul, that drop, that ray,
    Of the clear fountain of eternal day,
  Could it within the human flow’r be seen,
    Rememb’ring still its former height,
  Shuns the sweet leaves, and blossoms green;
    And, recollecting its own light,
  Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express
  The greater heaven in an heaven less,
    In how coy a figure wound,
      Every way it turns away: 
    So the world excluding round,
      Yet receiving in the day. 
  Dark beneath, but bright above;
  Here disdaining, there in love,
    How loose and easy hence to go;
      How girt and ready to ascend: 
    Moving but on a point below,
      It all about does upward bend. 
  Such did the Manna’s sacred dew distil,
  White and entire, although congeal’d and chill;
  Congeal’d on earth; but does, dissolving run
  Into the glories of th’ almighty sun.

IBID.

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NOTES OF A READER.

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ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS, REGENT’S PARK.

We recommend such of our London friends and visiters from the country as have not lately passed an hour or two in the Zoological Gardens, to do so without further delay.  The present season is warm and genial, and the rejoicing rays of the morning and noontide sun enliven the tenants of this mimic world in a garden.  As evening approaches the air becomes chill and misty, though

  The weary sun hath made a golden set,
  And, by the bright track of his fiery ear,
  Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow: 

the several animals indicate their sense of the atmospheric changes by their decreased activity, reminding us of the comparative torpidity in which the majority of them will pass the coming winter.

The present Cuts represent a few of the recent improvements in the Zoological Gardens, as, the addition of the clock-house and weathercock[5] to the Llama House.

[5] By the way, a natural weathercock instead of the gilded vane, as defined by Brown, would have been a rara avis:  “A kingfisher hanged by the bill, converting the breast to that point of the horizon whence the wind doth blow, is a very strange introducing of natural weathercocks.”

[Illustration:  (Llama House.)]

Opposite is the sloping gravel walk leading from the Terrace; and a large cage for Parrots, Parrakeets, Macaws, and Cockatoos, whose brilliant colours are here seen to advantage in the resplendent beams of a September sun.  In the distance are the Bear Pole and Shed for Goats.