The happy children! full of frank surprise, And sudden whims and innocent ecstasies; What Godhead sparkles from their liquid eyes! No wonder round those urns of mingled clays That Tuscan potters fashioned in old days, And colored like the torrid earth ablaze, We find the little gods and Loves portrayed, Through ancient forests wandering undismayed, And fluting hymns of pleasure unafraid. They knew, as I do now, what keen delight A strong man feels to watch the tender flight Of little children playing in his sight. I do not hunger for a well-stored mind; I only wish to live my life, and find My heart in unison with all mankind. My life is like the single dewy star That trembles on the horizon's primrose bar,— A microcosm where all things living are. [Pg 6570] And if, among the noiseless grasses, Death Should come behind and take away my breath, I should not rise as one who sorroweth: For I should pass, but all the world would be Full of desire and young delight and glee,— And why should men be sad through loss of me? The light is flying: in the silver blue The young moon shines from her bright window through: The mowers are all gone, and I go too. [Pg 6571] RUDOLF VON GOTTSCHALL (1823-) udolf Von Gottschall was born in Breslau, September 30th, 1823. He was the son of a Prussian artillery officer, and as a lad gave early evidence of extraordinary talent. His father was transferred to the Rhine, and young Gottschall was sent successively to the gymnasiums of Mainz and Coblenz. Even in his school days, and before he entered the university, he had through his cleverness attained a certain degree of eminence. His career at the University of Königsberg, whither he went to pursue the study of jurisprudence, was interrupted by the results attendant upon a youthful ebullition of the spirit of freedom. His sympathy with the revolutionary element was too boldly expressed, and when in 1842 he published 'Lieder der Gegenwart' (Songs of the Present), he found it necessary to leave the university in order to avert impending consequences. In the following year he published 'Censurflüchtlinge' (Fugitives from the Censor), a poem of a kind not in the least likely to conciliate the authorities. He remained for a time with Count Reichenbach in Silesia, and then went to Berlin, where he was allowed to complete his studies. He was however refused the privilege of becoming a university docent, although he had regularly taken his degree of Dr. Juris. R. von Gottschall