St Nicholas [Série] . La mousse de mer ! Mousse de la mer !séjour !-Nous sommes las d'une vocation pour toi;las d'entendre l'incessante beatOf-ton argent, sandaled unresting m,çà et là, et et l'oer oer,le long du niveau de mer blanche-de-chaussée, pour toujours !tes vêtements gauzy ont balayé l'nearOur donc main tendue, mais à disparaître et le glisser dans un spray.Alors que le rire de rides le long de la côte,et l'argent est changé à broidered mer gris-mousse, reste !en sécurité dans ce bras encerclant rock.loin du breakers crier et choc, reste, O reste !et nous raconter l'histoire unconfessedThrough toutes les t

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St Nicholas [serial] . Foam of the sea ! Foam of the sea !Stay !—we are weary of calling to thee;Weary of hearing the ceaseless beatOf thy silver-sandaled, unresting feet, Hither and thither, and oer and oer, Along the level of white sea-floor, For evermore !Thy gauzy garments have swept so nearOur outstretched hand, but to disappear And slide away In a silver spray.While laughter ripples along the shore, And the broidered silver is changed to gray Sea-foam, rest !Safe in this circling arm of rock.Away from the breakers shout and shock, Rest, O rest !And tell us the story unconfessedThrough all the ages to mortal ear, Locked from poet, and safe from seer In the oceans breast.Tell us thy charmed history ; Unravel the silver threadOf the glittering tissue of mystery Veiling forever thy head.Why art thou wooing forever The golden smiles of the sun, —Wooing and winning, yet neverStaying thyself to be won ? Low is the light in the west, — Sea-foam, rest !. 34 A PARABLE. JNOVEMBEE. A PARABLE. By H. H. Once there was born a man with a great geniusfor painting and sculpture. It was not in this worldthat he was born, but in a world very much likethis in some respects, and very different in others.The world in which this great genius was born wasgoverned by a beneficent and wise ruler, who hadsuch wisdom and such power that he decided be-fore each being was born for what purpose hewould be best fitted in life ; he then put him in theplace best suited to the work he was to do ; and hegave into his hands a set of instruments to do thework with. There was one peculiarity about these instru-ments ; they could never be replaced. On thispoint this great and wise ruler was inexorable. Hesaid to every being who was born into his realm: Here is your set of instruments to work with.If you take good care of them, they will last a life-time. If you let them get rusty or broken, youcan perhaps have them brightened up a little ormended, but they will neve

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