Copyright, 1887, All rights reserved. The Riverside Press, Cambridge: This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, The venturous bark that flings And coral reefs lie bare, Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell, Before thee lies revealed, That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, Built up its idle door, more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! While on mine ear it rings, sings; As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Till thou at length art free, The CHAMBERED Nautilus. 709372 JANUARY 1-3 1. Maria Edgeworth, 1767. A SUN-DAY HYMN. 2. Philip Freneau, 1752. The wonderful exhibition of the Seasons is about to commence ; four shows under one cover ; the best ventilated place of entertainment in this or any other system ; the stage lighted by solar, lunar, and astral lamps. Performance in twelve parts. Overture by the feathered choir ; after which the white drop curtain will rise, showing the remarkable succession of natural scenery designed and executed solely for this planet, - real forests, meadows, water, earth, skies, etc. At the conclusion of each series of performances the storm-chorus will be given with the whole strength of the wind-instrument orchestra, and the splendid snow scene will be introduced, illuminated by grand flashes of the Aurora Borealis. THE SEASONS. POETRY. THE SEASONS. 4. Jakob Ludwig Grimm, 1785. Those who are really awake to the sights and sounds which the procession of the months offers them find endless entertainment and instruction. Yet there are great multitudes who are present at as many as threescore and ten performances, without ever really looking at the scenery, or listening to the music, or observing the chief actors. Some are too busy with their books or their handicraft, and many women, even, who ought to enjoy the sights, keep their eyes on their work or their knitting, so that they seem to see next to nothing of what is going on. 5. Stephen Decatur, 1779. Every human soul leaves its port with sealed orders. These may be opened earlier or later on its voyage, but until they are opened no one can tell what is to be his course or to what harbor he is bound. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 6. Epiphany. A holy life is Heaven's unquestioned text; That shining guidance doubt can never mar, The pillar's flame, the light of Bethlehem's star ! MEDICAL SOCIETY DINNER. Our largest hope is unfulfilled, TO MY READERS. |