Once upon a nudnight clrearv, while I ponclerecl, weak and weary,
"Deep m earth my love is lying
Over nyany a quaint and curious volume ot tat-gotten lore,
XVh11e I nodded, near Iv napprng, suddenly there canne a tapptng, And I must weep alone.
As of son le one gently rnpptng-, rapping At Iny chatnber door.
"Scrnce has not yet taught
"There IS no exquisite beauty.
uS If madness IS ot IS not
without solne stranoeness In
the sublimltv or 111t Illtclhgence.'
the proportion.
' 'And then there stole
Into Iny fancy, like a
tnnslc-al note, the
thought of what sweet
rest there Inust be 111
the crave.
"Those who dream by day
are cognizant of many things
which escape those who
dream only by night."
Edgar Allan Poe
"Never to suffer would never to have been blessed."
'Comcldences, 111 general. are ereat
slilfilbllng blocks the way ot- Ihat
class of thinkers who have been
clucated to know notlunz of the theory
of - probabilities- that theory to which
' 'Tt IS by no nneans an Irrational fancy
that, a future existence, we shall look
upon what we thlfik our present existence,
as a dream.'
C' Words have no power to ltnpress the mind
the Iliost zlotnous oblects of Irtlnan
research are Indebted for the most
without the exquisile horror of their reallty.
Clorlous of Illustration.
' XVe should bear In Inmcl that, In (Teneral, it is
the object of our newspapers rather to create a
than to further the
sensat1011 to Innke a pomt -
cause of truth.
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