By great good fortune, they had planted their artillery so well, that I was fired up through my hole again, and alighted in my own garden, just a little singed. My first thought was to run to an adjoining bed of vegetable marrows. Thirty vegetable marrows and two pumpkins I rained down to astonish the Skitzlanders, and I fervently hope that one of them may have knocked out the remaining eye of my vindictive enemy, the Baron. I then went into the pantry, and obtained a basket full of eggs, and having rained these down upon the Skitzlanders, I left them. It was after breakfast when I went down to Skitzland, and I came back while the dinner bell was ringing. BIRTH SONG. Hail, new-waked atom of the Eternal whole, Young voyager upon Time’s mighty river! Hail to thee, Human Soul, Hail, and for ever! Pilgrim of life, all hail! He who at first called forth From nothingness the earth, Who clothed the hills in strength, and dug the sea; Who gave the stars to gem Night, like a diadem, Thou little child, made thee; Young habitant of earth, Fair as its flowers, though brought in sorrow forth, Thou art akin to God who fashioned thee! The Heavens themselves shall vanish as a scroll, The solid earth dissolve, the stars grow pale, But thou, oh Human Soul, Shalt be immortal! Hail! Thou young Immortal, hail! He, before whom are dim Seraph and cherubim, Who gave the archangels strength and majesty, Who sits upon Heaven’s throne, The Everlasting One, Thou little child, made thee! Fair habitant of Earth, Immortal in thy God, though mortal by thy birth, Born for life’s trials, hail, all hail to thee! SONG OF DEATH.