A Beautiful Reflection

-Bulwer eloqueutly says: 'L can not beheve tbat earth ismau's abiding plaee. It oan't be tbat our life is cast up by the ocean of eternity to float a moment upon its waves and then sink iuto nothingness? Else, why is it that the glcrious aspirations, which leap like aogels from tlie. temple of our lieart, are forever uandering about unsatisfied? Why ia it tbat the rainbow and clouds come over vvith a beauty that is not of earth, and then pass off and leave us to muse upon their f'avored loveliness? Why is it tbat the stars, vvho hold their festival around the midnight throne, are set above the gratp of our limitod faculties, forever mocking us with their unapproachable glory? And. iinally, why is it that bright forms of human beauty are prcseuted to our view, and then taken from us, lcaving the thousand streiuna of our afl'ections to flow back in Alpine torrentsupon our liearts? We are bom for a higher destiny than that of earth; there is a reulin where the rainbow never fados - wl.ere the stars will be' spread before us like islands that llumber on the ocean I - atid where the beinga that ]iuss bofore ug like shadows will stay in our proscnco forever.''