The servant came with the tea-tray; I was sitting alone, but had forgotten it. I enjoyed my tea and sandwiches, but only to return fresh to my study; and continued visiting among the stars, and making friends with them, till I felt bodily weary. I looked at the watch—it was near midnight; I sat down on the sofa in the small drawing-room: the light shone calmly and romantically as before; and I was as before—alone. Yet there was a pleasant calm—a feeling of plenitude and elevation in my soul—my heart was at rest. What was it that made me feel so well, though I had been disappointed in my visit? Left alone, I had not felt lonely nor at loss: I had studied the works of the Great Father; I had learned and adored, and so forgotten time, solitude, myself, earth and earthly wishes, and my expected visit. Oh! was it not clear that I had had a visit after all—a visit, not from mortal friends, but from immortal? They had whispered to me—“Hereafter thou shalt never feel lonely when alone; then we will come to thee.” And I was glad and thankful! ----- [2] It will no doubt add to the interest with which this paper may be read, to know that it was written in English by Miss Bremer, and that it has not been necessary to alter a dozen words.—Ed. * * * * * =THE WORLD-CONQUEROR.= =BY MRS. E. J. EAMES.= “And looking round, he sat down and wept, because he saw no other worlds to conquer!” Alone! alone with night and Heaven, The mighty Macedonian stood; The searching stars looked down on him, To whom their glorious light seemed dim, To whom such boundless thoughts seemed given By old Hyphasis’ flood! Boundless yet on those haughty features There dwelt a mournfulness profound; And the shadow of a painful thought Upon that kingly brow was wrought, He who subdued earth’s countless creatures— _He_—the world-conqueror crowned! Yes! there, beside the silent river, On which the moonbeams sweetly slept— By which the green and graceful palm, Rose ever stately still and calm— There did the monarch’s heart-strings quiver— For lo! the victor wept! Yea, wept, though all the nations rendered Meek homage to his sovereign will; His soldier-bands their king adored— And all victorious with his sword, ’Mid trophies, crowns, and laurels splendid— Mark what was wanting still!