All’s over: fall asleep. There is no more to say, There are no more tears to shed, and no more longings dead, And the watch ends with the day. Wherefore wish or weep? Close your eyes, and fall asleep; And happy are the dead who sleep alway. In the fair sunlight lie; And let your sad thoughts stray Through the golden gleams of the gate of dreams At the breaking of the day Wherefore wish or weep? Close your eyes, and fall asleep; And happy---- Suddenly Euterpe stopped, and for a moment there was an awful silence in the room. Then putting restraint aside, she burst into sobs, weeping as if her heart were broken, and flung herself down by Erato’s side. “Dead? Erato, my darling!” And Erato did not move or speak; her face was very beautiful as the sunlight fell upon it. There was no sound in the room but the passionate sobbing of Euterpe. Cupid had risen. His face, for all its boyishness, was firm, unmoved; only a little drop of blood was on his lip where he had bitten it through. He looked once at his dead Erato; then walked to the front of the cloud-chamber, and stared vacantly outwards. It seemed to him that rings of iron were growing tighter round his chest, and stopping his breath. A humming sound was in his ears. He did not quite know what was happening. Flecks of light seemed to dart before his hot, dry eyes. He had stood there a long time--he knew not how long--when he heard a voice behind him. “Cupid! Cupid! you loved her too.” It was Euterpe, standing there pale and sweet, looking at him, stretching her hands towards him, the tears trembling still in her eyes. And then, at last, flinging himself into her arms and clinging to her, he wept. “Loved her! loved her!” he cried. So Erato lay there dead, and beautiful in death, and the sun shone fiercely, because it was now day, and men were going forth to their work. THE CELESTIAL GROCERY. _A FANTASIA._ It is precisely one year to-day since the incidents happened which I am going to record. Since that time I have been waiting for developments. But no developments have taken place. I find myself, in consequence, so completely at a loss what to do or what to think, that I venture to state the case plainly, and to ask for advice.