Yet the mere mob of triflers, I know more than they; The doctor, the master, the clerk, and the priest, No scruple plagues me, no doubt stands in my way, I fancy the truth that I never can reach, Can better mankind, or their conduct can guide. Nor rank, nor station, I my own can call. May bring forth many hidden things to light; That bitter sweat from my hot forehead wrings, That I may measure the eternal band That holds the earth together, and may see What power quickens the still seeds of things creasing abundance; and that, as the study of one prepares him to understand and appreciate another, refinement follows on refinement, wonder on wonder, till the faculties become bewildered in admiration, and his intellect falls back upon itself in utter hopelessness of arriving at the end."- Herschel. Into production's boundless energy, And retail words no more in petty traffickry. Thou radiant moon, oh! might thy last For whom so oft my vigil deep, Friend of my sorrows, gladdest my sight: Oh would that on the mountain brow I wandered in thy much loved light, With spirits might float through the caverns beneath ; In thy silvery glimmer the meadows might rove,* And far from Philosophy's pestilent breath, Might bathe me to health in the dew of thy love. Wretch still within this dungeon pent, This cursed hole do I remain, Where the sweet light from heaven sent Weben, to move. In ihm leben, weben und sind wir. In him we live and move, and have our being. Acts xvii, 28. The wall, which cases, glasses line, This is thy world-and what a world is thine. Fly! up into the distant land: Does not this book, with secrets stored, By Nostradamus** very hand, Sufficient company afford? Then shalt thou know how planets roll; * Nostradamus, Michel de Notre Dame, an astrologer and physician of the 16th century, was born at St. Remi, a small town of the Diocese of Avignon, in 1503. Spirits ye, that hover near me, Give me answer if ye hear me. He opens the book and sees the sign of the Ha, what a gushing of delight Bursts on my senses at the sight; Traced a god this sign that stilled My woeworn heart with gladness filled, 'Tis thy mind fails-thy heart is dead. Up Student, bathe unwearied ever Thine earthly breast in morning red. "The whole world or visible system, in opposition to the microcosm or world of man."-JOHNSON. He gazes on the Sign. How to the whole, each itself interweaves,* "The researches of chemists have shewn that what the vulgar call corruption, destruction, &c., is nothing but a change of arrangement, of the same ingredient elements, the disposition of the same materials into other forms, without the loss or actual destruction of a single atom, and thus any doubts of the permanence of natural laws are discountenanced, and the whole weight of appearances thrown into the opposite scale. One of the most obvious cases of apparent destruction, is, when any thing is ground to dust, and scattered to the winds. But it is one thing to grind a fabric to powder, and another to annihilate its materials; scattered as they may be, they must fall somewhere, and continue, if only as ingredients to the soil, to perform their humble, but useful part, in the economy of nature. The destruction produced by fire is more striking; in many cases, as in the burning of a piece of charcoal, or a taper, there is no smoke, nothing visibly dissipated or carried away; the burning body wastes and disappears, whilst nothing seems to be produced but warmth and light, which we are not in the habit of considering as substances. When all has disappeared, excepting, perhaps, some trifling ashes, we naturally enough suppose that it is gone, lost, destroyed. But when the question is examined more exactly, we detect in the invisible stream of heated air, which ascends from the glowing coal, or flaming wax, the whole ponderable matter only united in a new combination with the air, and dissolved in it. Yet, so far from being thereby destroyed, it is only become again what it was before it |