Startled, awake ye dreamers! look to the beacon, and ask ye, Ask, is it even so? come to the mount and behold! Trembling come and attend the behest of the Prophet on Carmel.

See ye the rising cloud? See ye the hand in the cloud? See ye the storm in the hand, and the blessing of rain for the thirsty?

Haste for a swooping flood cometh, ye may not abide. But, ere yet ye descend, look well to the omen, it carries (Even the hand in the cloud) light, may ye catch it, divine. See if prosperity pour through every jet in the city,

If in the growing fields all, but contentment, abound. Yea, it is even so; look well to the signs, and be sure the Greatness is ripening, all ready to reap, or to burn.

Think ye the harvest ripe? be sure ye look to the harvest, Ripe for the sickle; and self, e'en as the moon at the full

Standeth learning at bay? and science aghast at her wonders ?
Have we clomb to the high zenith of arts and of arms?
Are the projectiles ready? the last new patent projectiles,
Once more havoc ! and once more to the vulture ye cry!
Will ye be brave once more, and away from the ball to the
battle?

Hear ye the warder's blast, soundeth the trumpet afar ?
Have we the brimful measure? the cornucopia flowing!
Reeking foul doth the world steam with iniquity? doth
Every vice stand high on every precipice? topling

Goats! are the sheep fast bound bleating and bleeding for Baal?

When it is climax all, one Mammon worship; we travel

Fast to the goal, friends, fast! faster, for there shall be

signs;

Then it is written, behold! in mercy the time shall be shorten'd, There shall be signs, for the Lord cometh, and there shall

be signs.

O! then open, ye Gates, for the king shall enter in glory! Open, ye golden Doors, lift up your Heads, O ye Gates! Every knee bow down, shut every sense, in his holy

Temple the Lord of Hosts cometh, for thus saith the Lord.

Who then is this?

He the good Chiron, the Hand

worker, above all the cloud-descended race, and Tutor of the great Achilles.

"Felices, animæ," &c.

Fortunate those souls whose care it first has been to gain knowledge of these things, so as to climb up to the celestial abodes. Doubtless they also have been able to lift the from vice and frivolity high over human con

mind up

cerns.

"Sume fidem et pharetram," &c.

Take then the Lyre, and bend the Bow,

Apollo manifested be.

Lo! golden horns now grace thy brow,

Thou Bacchanalian deity!

"Tunc ire ad mundum archetypum," &c.

Then have we free access to the Archetypal World; to go

often, and to return, and to behold the Father of All.

"O quam te dicam bonam," &c.

Oh! how good shall I pronounce thee to have been formerly, since such are thy remains!

"Illis viva acies hec pupula," &c.

Theirs is the living light, the holy fire,

(No little sensual pupil of the eye,) Transporting through all space the free desire,

And boundless blending with Infinity.

"Sed fortasse aliquis quærit."

But some one would ask, perhaps, what is Wisdom? Assuredly it is no other than Causal knowledge, by which the pure mind, (weighed down by no human burden, and free from earthly affections), climbs the heights of Heaven, and in Olympus mingles with the Gods, despising all things mortal; like to the Fire, ever aspiring still on High. "'Tis Athenæa! child of Zeus supreme. The ægis-holder, on her father's floor, clothed in her peplus various, laboured with her hands, the tunic of the cloud-collecting Zeus, fitted for tearful war. Around her shoulder cast is that fringed Ægis which all about is compassed with fear; in it is Strife, in it is Strength, and in it chill Pursuit; in it the Gorgon head, the portent dire and terrific, the great Prodigy. See on her head the four coned casque of gold, fitting the footmen of a hundred towns; the flaming car she mounts, and grasps the spear, great, heavy, solid, wherewith, when she is wroth, the strong sired maiden whole ranks of heroes vanquisheth."

"Non bene tractantur musa," &c.

motley throng;

The Muses incline not to public communion, nor are they drawn in the broad sun-light; they shun the the laughing gaze and empty wits of men.

The crowd, the

streets, the open air passed by, then will the Muses come and yield a copious harvest.

"Palmaque nobilis," &c.

And the noble Palm lifts up the Lords of Earth to the Gods on High!

"Hæc via scintillans sublustri," &c.

This sparkling way disclosed through glimmering night most brilliant with innumerable stars in the clear heaven, Elysian, and all sapphirine; this leads us to the Manes' shades, and happy fields, and to the secret throne. Here in the vast concave, with lighted torches, do the Good proclaim Eternal Glory night and day. Neither do I fear (allowing but the due poetic licence), to call this the High Olympus and the Court of Jove.

"Caliyo hæc ingens," &c.

This thick darkness, forbidding you to know the truth, at once remove; your eyes will then behold better things; and those things which you now may esteem great goods, perhaps you may then deny to be good at all, and those you now believe the greatest evils, perchance you will esteem quite otherwise. The cloud once cast away from off your heart, there springs up that clear light of mind, which sees within whatever lay concealed; whoever uses this judges of all things rightly, and he will witness wonders.

"Omnia jam fiunt fieri," &c.

All things are now being done, that still are denied to be possible, and what is there to which we may not lend our faith?

No wonder if the world give little credence to these words; verily their minds are most obtuse. Biped moles, continually buried deep in earth, never with uplifted sight beholding heaven.