a mass of snow, too heavy to keep and tumbles from the mountain peak now and then, a loud crack of the ic glacier; and, as many declare, there be heard by those who listen when the are shooting and blazing across the sky 9. Nor is this all. Wherever there i the rocks on the shore where a man m and clear a field or two, wherever form beside the cataract where the sa his mill, and make a path from it to road, there is a human habitation. that belong to it. Thence, in wint music and laughter, and the tread of hum of many voices. The Norwegi and hospitable people; and they hold ings, in defiance of their Arctic clima season of the year. in-un'date, overflow; flood. char (tshär), a fish of the salmon kind. fiords (pronounced fyôrdz). eyrie (a), eagle's nest. glacier (gla's ice moving tain slope. av'a-lanche, sliding down X. LIFE'S GREAT MYSTERIES. CARLYLE. ARLYLE was born in Ecclefechan, Scotland, December 4, 1795, elsea, a suburb of London, February 5, 1881. life Carlyle devoted to purely literary pursuits. His purpose and his moral aim so high, that he exerted an unexampled the thought of his contemporaries. He particularly strove to › and heroism of character seem impressive to his readers. He over of downright honest work, and a fierce denouncer of all ckery, whether in social life, trade, politics, or religion. s singularly rugged, disjointed, and original, so much so as to eaders from taking pleasure in reading his works. Some of his The French Revolution," "Sartor Resartus," and "Heroes and ." The following extract is from the last-named work. remember that fancy of Plato's, of a man who to maturity in some dark distance, and was n a sudden into the upper air to see the sun at would his wonder be, his rapt astonishment, ht we daily witness with indifference! With pen sense of a child, yet with the ripe faculty. , his whole heart would be kindled by that would discern it well to be godlike; his soul 1 down in worship before it. w, just such a childlike greatness was in the nations. The first Pagan thinker among rude first man that began to think, was precisely -man of Plato's. Simple, open as a child, yet depth and strength of a man. Nature had as name to him; he had not yet united under a e infinite variety of sights, sounds, shapes, and which we now collectively name Universe, or the like, and so with a name dismiss it flashing in on him there, beautiful, av Nature was to this man, what to the thi it forever is, preternatural. 4. This green, flowery, rock-built ea mountains, rivers, many-sounding se deep sea of azure that swims overl sweeping through it; the black cloud together, now pouring out fire, now hai is it? Ay, what? At bottom we do n can never know at all. 5. It is not by our superior insight th difficulty; it is by our superior levity, our want of insight. It is by not thinki to wonder at it. Hardened round us, every notion we form, is a wrappage of says, mere words. We call that fire of der cloud "electricity," and lecture lea and grind the like of it out of glass what is it? what made it? whence co goes it? 6. Science has done much for us; b science that would hide from us the gr infinitude of nescience, whither we can on which all science swims as a mere This world, after all our science and sci miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical whosoever will think of it. 7. That great mystery of TIME, were the illimitable, silent, never-resting thin rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an ocean-tide, on which we and all the Univ s forever very literally a miracle; a thing s dumb, for we have no word to speak - Universe, ah me! what could the wild man. ? what can we yet know? That it is a Force, ndfold complexity of Forces; a Force which That is all; it is not we, it is altogether 'om us. Force, Force, everywhere Force; we mysterious Force in the center of that. ere is not a leaf rotting on the highway but in it: how else could it rot?" Nay, surely, eistic thinker, if such a one were possible, it miracle too, this huge, illimitable whirlwind which envelops us here; never-resting whirl as immensity, old as eternity. What is it? ation, the religious people answer; it is the God's! heistic science babbles poorly of it, with scimenclatures, experiments, and what not, as if poor dead thing, to be bottled up in Leyden sold over counters; but the natural sense of ll times, if he will honestly apply his sense, it to be a living thing,-ah, an unspeakable, hing! towards which the best attitude for us, er so much science, is awe, devout prostration ility of soul, worship, if not in words, then e and uncivilized; heathen. | ex-ha-laʼtion, vapor or mist. a prescribed form. · (li'dn), a jar in which an arge of electricity may be ted. It was invented in in-scru'ta-ble (in-skrōō'-), unsearch- C. SELF-DEPENDEN ARNOLD. MATTHEW ARNOLD, son of the celebrated master born on December 24, 1822. He was educated at Oxfo Mr. Arnold has published a volume of poems, whic are pleasing in sentiment and expression. As a pr educational, and social matters, Mr. Arnold always ing to say. His style, too, is singularly attractive, b idiomatic. 1. WEARY of myself, and sick of aski What I am, and what I ought to b At this vessel's prow I stand, whic Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit 2. And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I sen "Ye who from my childhood up h Calm me, ah! compose me to the 3. "Ah! once more," I cried, "ye sta On my heart your mighty charm Still, still let me, as I gaze upon y Feel my soul becoming vast like y 4. From the intense, clear, star-sown. Over the lit sea's unquiet way, In the rustling night-air came the ' Wouldst thou be as these are? 5. "Unaffrighted by the silence roun Undistracted by the sights they se |