"So she jumped off the ca--ah When no one was ne--ah," and then would come a merry peal of laughter. Sometimes the laughter even, would cease, and, we were all so free and unaffected, that siestas were taken, quite unceremoniously, when silence would settle down upon our party. In such a quiet interval, one of our fair sleepers inspired the following lines, as she lay at rest, on the couch in the dining-room. This is what the poet said: TO ETHEL ASLEEP Our car glides on with giddy speed, But Ethel feels no motion; Her soul and body take no heed, Wrapt still, in sleep's deep ocean. And as I gaze on her sweet face, So placid, true and tender; The wish for her I fain would trace Is this--May Heaven defend her! 'Mid all the whirling cares of life, May peaceful rest come to her; And sleep, no matter what the strife, Be ever near to woo her. With some such wish as this for all of us, I would like to close the record of this "Flight in Spring." When spring, and summer, and autumn, and winter, will for us have forever fled away, then may we all find comfort, after life's wanderings are over, in this restful thought, as our great journey shall end: "He giveth His beloved sleep." But other thoughts also come to me, as I recall the splendid advantages of such a trip as our "Flight in Spring." It was a revelation, to pass from ocean to ocean, over our own broad land. It filled one's soul with enthusiasm, as one thought of the opportunities, the responsibilities, the duties, and the prospects of our citizenship. It made me long that such "Flights in Spring," or in any season, might be more widely enjoyed, so that many more might realize the immense splendor and power of our great land. For such purposes I would wish that there were instituted "Pilgrimages of Patriotism," which would bring representative men, from ocean to ocean, from seashore to centre, and from centre to seashore, at stated and solemn periods; thus emphasizing the sense of national citizenship, and the splendid and indissoluble union of our States. I have read that among the Zuni Indians it was a sacred law that some of their tribe should, each year, pour the waters of the Pacific into those of the Atlantic. The task was accomplished, despite of all difficulties, arising from tribal contests, or opposing forces. It was a symbol of union, touching as it was simple, and might again be revived among us, to emphasize the glorious bond of citizenship in this our land; a bond, which we felt continually, through our eight thousand miles of travel, in our "Flight in Spring." ITINERARY