"How great and beautiful the world appears to-day! Observe Nature's grand silence, yet the air is full of a thousand voices, and the white clouds wandering dreamily in the blue heavens above, are they not the misty veils with which the gods of Olympus conceal their charms ?" "Ah! sire," said Balby, with a loving glance at the king's hand some face--"ah, sire, my eyes have no time to gaze at Nature's charms, they are occupied with yourself.

When I look upon you, I feel that man is indeed made in the image of God." "Were I a god, I should not be content to resemble this worn, faded face.

Come, now, let us be off! Give me your instrument, Deesen, I will carry it.

Now I look like a travelling apprentice seeking his fortune.
The world is all before him where to choose his place of rest, and Providence his guide.

I envy him.