. The New England magazine . gh top, from earths green breast,In softest influence stealing,A voice that rocks the heart to restSounds at the gates of feeling. Thy feverish hopes, thy hurrying cares,Vain passion, doubt unseeing,Look, what a little part is theirsOn the wide sea of Being ! Time, says the voice, how brief a in the wave that bore it ! My soul thrills like a trembling stringAnd heavenly airs breathe oer it. With many a fern the bank is set. Pale sweet-briar studs the hedges,The lake, with many a silver fret, Laughs through its darkening sedges. Still, like a dream when d
. The New England magazine . gh top, from earths green breast,In softest influence stealing,A voice that rocks the heart to restSounds at the gates of feeling. Thy feverish hopes, thy hurrying cares,Vain passion, doubt unseeing,Look, what a little part is theirsOn the wide sea of Being ! Time, says the voice, how brief a in the wave that bore it ! My soul thrills like a trembling stringAnd heavenly airs breathe oer it. With many a fern the bank is set. Pale sweet-briar studs the hedges,The lake, with many a silver fret, Laughs through its darkening sedges. Still, like a dream when dreams are best, Like perfume heavenward stealing,The voice of natures infinite rest Sounds at the gates of feeling. EARLY DAYS OF THE FIRST TELEGRAPH LINE. By Stephen Vail. COULD Columbus have wired toFerdinand and Isabella the newsof his great discovery on October12, 1492, he would have anticipated byconsiderably less than four short centuriesof time the actual period when, across thebed of the broad Atlantic, were laid the. wires, by means of which instantaneouscommunication between the shores of theland he discovered, and that, from whichhe had sailed, became a fact. The citizen of this or any other coun-try would feel much deprivation could henot read the morning or evening news-paper filled with the recital of eventswhich had taken place the same day inall parts of the globe ; and he receives. with a calm indifference to the mightychanges in the conditions of Ufe it in-volves, the reply to his telegram, sent butan hour before to the Pacific Slope, or tothe still more distant capital in mountains, across rivers, and alongthe ocean cable, resting so calmly on thebottom of the sea, hasflashed his message, andlater its response. Per-haps he has grown an-noyed that the responsehas not sooner reachedhim. My message wassent from here two hoursago, and I ought to havereceived an answer erethis ! (ould he look back tothe time, a short half-cen-tury ago, when this nowmig
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