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132 In the Black Forest. the two laughing syrens his choice would eventually fall Involun- tarily the words occurred to me: ‘' Oh, pluck the rose of love the while Life, joy and beauty on ye smile, While loving ye are loved,” Probably he had never heard of ‘Tasso, or the Garden of Armida, or the song of the bird; but human nature is the same through all the ages ; and the thoughts that Tasso conceived in the 16th century as he vainly endeavoured to study law in dreary Padua, may be equally applied in the 19th. So the young landlord of the inn and his two pretty companions unconsciously found. We left them behind, Pidiexe contented, wanting nothing more, Sf) r rr I. ia | ‘ CEAM at oy! yt a! iv u "y Abia! wis: ait ‘ | {: si Ai <3 a Oy ve ait ‘ ; ie (; Hy} wi IK , iv Ni, W39 I ANGER ARG Ars Abe PI th na A Ny the ine ie HY nee Ria a UBL Hy ai ey ate = yy ” w= > — ( 1 ‘ aS / ean PO" _— fj Mp Pe v Ab Br =f —— T7, \ f : 4 J\ v oe ¢ wes Va At » % ‘ey a a “a “a A AS oe Rl 7A ° Sf by ‘4 - - da: . ° NIA Nh Wi is ‘ nt - f=] Reno MXN Pa os iN gy af ANY, oe cathe - wy & ~ o > SY ¥. “i as : ith i. — i} + all ANS b as ,@ 4 n> ) . “ iad y a e. Bet ah, ~ og ry, : ‘ Heh IF ne ‘ ean ~. - i 4 Ye y. ' f Bh N i ae theory \0 hea a ~ et — G4 =>" | ———_—— —<—— ALLERHEILIGEN. nothing better than the pleasures of the passing hour; tasting life with a careless enjoyment only they, and such as they, can experience : not wanting too much, and so not missing their grasp of life and happiness. Thrice happy mortals. As Julia Kavanagh has remarked in one ot her pastoral, reflective stories, we have all of us, if the truth were known, played our stakes on the game of life and lost; but these humble and contented beings, realising only the hour and the day, have played a very simple game and suffered comparatively little loss. We returned the road we came (only on life’s road is there no turning back), and Jehu, after his late somewhat unwonted gambols up and down the mountain, gave serious attention to his horses ; and lI, like Harvey, fell into meditations which were abruptly put to flight by arriving at the inn where we had appointed to meet the carriage. Gomichbookssco m