But our psychal and social wholeness or health, as well as our physical, is yet, it would appear, in the future, in the good time _coming_-- 'When man to man Shall brothers be and a' that!' Even that, however, is encouraging--that it is _in prospectu_. For we know that _right before us_ lies this great promised land--this _Future_, teeming with all the donations of infinite time, and bursting with blessings. And for us, too, there are in waiting [Greek: makaron nesoi], or Islands of the Blest, where all heroic doers and all heroic sufferers shall enjoy rest forever! In conclusion, take the benediction of serene old Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, in his preface to 'Don Quixote' (could we possibly have a better?): 'And so God give you _health_, not forgetting me. Farewell!' FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 1: This alliance may be fanciful (though we observe some of the best German lexicographers have it so); a better origin might, perhaps, be found in the Sanscrit _mri_, etc.] [Footnote 2: 'Les Orientals,' par VICTOR HUGO. _Le Feu du ciel._] [Footnote 3: The 'by' may, however, have the force of going or passing, equivalent to 'fare' in 'farewell,' or 'welfare,' _i. e._, may you have a good passage or journey.] [Footnote 4: 'Past and Present,' pp. 128, 129.] [Footnote 5: Compare with this the Latin _mundus_, which is exactly analogous in signification.] [Footnote 6: En-voir.] [Footnote 7: Perhaps nothing could better prove how profoundly _religious_ were the Latins than a word compounded of the above; namely 'profane.' A 'fanatic' was one who devoted himself to the _fanum_ or temple--'profane' is an object devoted to _anything else 'pro'_--_instead of_--the '_fanum_,' or fane.] [Footnote 8: The word is more properly oriental than Greek, _e. g._, Hebrew, _pardes_, and Sanscrit, _paradesa_.] [Footnote 9: See the Italian _setvaggio_ and the Spanish _salvage_, in which a more approximate orthography has been retained.] THE CHECH. "Chces li tajnou vec aneb pravdu vyzvedeti, blazen, dite, opily clovek o tom umeji povedeti." "Wouldst thou know a truth or mystery, A drunkard, fool, or child may tell it thee." _Bohemian Proverb._ And now I'll wrap my blanket o'er me, And on the tavern floor I'll lie; A double spirit-flask before me, And watch the pipe clouds melting die. They melt and die--but ever darken, As night comes on and hides the day; Till all is black;--then, brothers, hearken! And if ye can, write down my lay! In yon black loaf my knife is gleaming, Like one long sail above the boat;-- --As once at Pesth I saw it beaming, Half through a curst Croatian throat. Now faster, faster whirls the ceiling, And wilder, wilder turns my brain; And still I'll drink--till, past all feeling, The soul leaps forth to light again.