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teguments, with their true skin of solid stuffs, their cuticle of 'jghter tissues, and their variously-tinted! pigments. Thirdly, his domicile, be it a single chamber or a stately mansion. And then, the whole visible world, in which Time buttons him up as in a loose outside wrapper.

You shall observe,—the Professor said,-for, like Mr. John Hunter and other great men, he brings in that shall with great effect sometimes,-you shall observe that a man's clothing or series of envelopes does after a certain time mould itself upon his individual nature We know this of our hats, and are always reminded of it when we happen to put them on wror.g xide foremost. We soon find that the beaver is a hollow cast of the skull, with all its irregula: "simps and depressions. Just so all that clothe's Man, even to the blue sky which caps his headl; - a little loosely,—shapes itself to fit each particular being beneath it. Farmers, sailors, astrononiers, poets, lovers, condemned criminals, all find it different, according to the eyes with which they severally look.

But our houses shape themselves palpably on our inner and outer natures. See a householder breaking пр and you

will be sure of it. There is a shell-fish which builds all manner of smaller shells into the walls of its own. A house is never a home until we nave crusted it with the spoils of a hundred lives be. sides those of our own past. See what these are and you can tell what the occupant is.

I had to idea,—said the Professor,-until I pulled ap my domestic establishment the other day, what an enorinous quantity of routs I had been making during the years I was planted there. Why, there wasn't a nook or a corner that some fibre had not worked its way into; and when I gave the last wrench, each of them seemed to shriek like a mandrake, as it broke its hold and came away.

There is nothing that happens, you know, which must not inevitably, and which does not actually, photograph itself in every conceivable aspect and in all dimensions. The infinite galleries of the Past await but one brief process and all their pictures will be called out and fixed forever. We had a curious illustration of the great fact on a very humble scale. When a certain bookcase, long standing in one place, for which it was built, was removed, there was the exact image on the wall of the whole, and of many of its portions. But in the midst of this picture was another,—the precise outline of a map which had hung on the wall before the bookcase was built. We had all forgotten everything about the map until we saw its photograph on the wall. Then we remembered it, as some day or other we may remember a sin which has been built over and covered up, when this lower universe is pulled away from before the wall of Infinity, where the wrong. doing stands self-recorded

The Professor lived in that house a long timepa not twenty years, but pretty near it. When he entered that door, two shadows glided over the threshold ; five lingered in the doorway when he passed through it for the last time,-and one of the shadows was claimed by its owner to be longer than his own. What changes he saw in that quiet place! Death rained through every roof but his; children came into life, grew to maturity, wedded, faded away, threw themselves away; the whole dramra of life was played in that stock-company's theatre of a dozen houses, one of which was his, and no deep sorrow or severe calamity ever entered his dwelling. Peace be to those walls, forever,—the Professor said, —for the many pleasant years he has passed within them!

The Professor has a friend, now living at a dis. tance, who has been with him in many of his changes of place, and who follows him in imagination with tender interest wherever he goes.-In that little court, where he lived in gay loneliness so long

-in his autumnal sojourn by the Connecticut, where it comes loitering down from its mountain fastnesses like a great lord, swallowing up the small proprietary rivulets very quietly as it goes, until it gets proud and swollen and wantons in huge luxuri. ous oxbows about the fair Northampton meadows, and at last overflows the oldest inhabitant's memory in profligate freshets at Hartford and all along ito

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cwer shores,-ap in that caravansary on the banks of the stream where Ledyard launched his log canoe, and the jovial old Colonel used to lead the Commencement processions,—where blue Ascutney looked down from the far distance, and the hills of Beulah, as the Professor always called them, rolled up the opposite horizon in soft climbing masses, so suggestive of the Pilgrim's Heavenward Path that he used to look through his old “ Dollond" to see if the Shining Ones were not within range of sight sweet visions, sweetest in those Sunday walks which carried them by the peaceful common, through the solemn village lying in cataleptic stillness under the shadow of the rod of Moses, to the terminus of their harmless stroll,—the patulous fage, in the Professor's classic dialect,—the spreading beech, in more familiar phrase,—(stop and breathe here a moment, for the sentence is not done yet, and we have another long journey before us,

-and again once more up among those other hills that shut in the amber-flowing Housatonic,—dark stream, but clear, like the lucid orbs that shine beneath the lids of auburn-haired, sherry-wine-eyed demi-blondes,—in the home overlooking the winding stream and the smooth, flat meadow; looked down upon by wild hills, where the tracks of bears and cata. mounts may yet sometimes be seen upon the winter snow ; facing the twin summits which rise in the far Nortn, the highest waves of the great land-storm

in all this billowy region,-suggestive to mad fancies of the breasts of a half-buried Titaness, stretched out by a stray thunderbolt, and hastily hidden away beneath the leaves of the forest,-in that home where seven blessed summers were passed, which stand in memory like the seven golden candlesticks in the beatific vision of the holy dreamer,

-in that modest dwelling we were just looking at, not glorious, yet not unlovely in the youth of its urab and mahogany,-full of great and little boys' playthings from top to bottom,—in all these summer or winter nests he was always at home and always welcome.

This long articulated sigh of reminiscences,--this calenture which shows me the maple-shadowed plains of Berkshire and the mountain-circled green of Grafton beneath the salt waves which come feel. ing their way along the wall at my feet, restless and soft-touching es blind men's busy fingers,-is for that friend of mune who looks into the waters of the Patapsco and sees beneath them the same visions which paint themselves for me in the green depths of the Charles.

--Did I talk all this off to the schoolmistress? Why, no,-of course not. I have been talking with you, the reader, for the last ten minutes. You dont think I should expect any woman to listen to such a sentence as that long one, without giving her a chance to put in a word ?

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