Let us go to the end of the terrace, contemplate the harbor at our feet, and then return home. To-night the harbor looks like only a dark and sinister rent, which the moonbeams can not fathom--a yawning crevasse opening into the very bowels of the earth, at the bottom of which lie faint, small glimmers, an assembly of glowworms in a ditch--the lights of the different vessels lying at anchor. ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation Prayers swallowed like pills by invalids at a distance Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved