It did not depend on me; it never has, whether such things shall be done or not.
My friends! may they see, and do, and be more; especially those who have before them a greater number of birthdays, and a more healthy and unfettered existence! I should like to hear some notes of earthly music to-night.

By the faint moonshine I can hardly see the banks; how they look I have no guess, except that there are trees, and, now and then, a light lets me know there are homes, with their various interests.

I should like to hear some strains of the flute from beneath those trees, just to break the sound of the rapids.
THE LAND OF MUSIC.
When no gentle eyebeam charms; No fond hope the bosom warms; Of thinking the lone mind is tired,-- Naught seems bright to be desired.
Music, be thy sails unfurled; Bear me to thy better world; O'er a cold and weltering sea, Blow thy breezes warm and free.
By sad sighs they ne'er were chilled, By sceptic spell were never stilled.
Take me to that far-off shore, Where lovers meet to part no more.
There doubt and fear and sin are o'er; The star of love shall set no more.
With the first light of dawn I was up and out, and then was glad I had not seen all the night before, it came upon me with such power in its dewy freshness.

O, they are beautiful indeed, these rapids! The grace is so much more obvious than the power.

I went up through the old Chippewa burying-ground to their head, and sat down on a large stone to look.