"No, my children, to attempt this, were to profane the gift and the giver of speech. Only one who beholds these wonders can appreciate them. When confronted, the grandeur of the infinite may be felt by a sensitive soul, but through an interpreter all attempts fail. Beholding one scene, I uncovered and bowed my head in silence.[A] Words! they were meaningless." Yes, and I will help Mr. Oseba out, for I have observed these things, and I have read somewhere how some sort "rush in" where even the angels incline to hesitate. _The Painter came!_ Folding his arms, he raised his drooping head, and gazed in awful thought. He stood in rapturous dream; "Oh God, if I could grasp that scene, the noblest fame e'er bought By toil were mine!" With eager hand he clutched the brush. With anxious eye He gazed. Lo! the eye dimmed, the brain reeled, the hand fell, and with a sigh He dropped the brush. In deep despair he turned and said, "Alas, good-bye! 'Tis an unpainted picture. Ye gods of solitude, good-bye!" _The Poet came!_ With streaming hair, pale brow, and nervous tread he hither came to brood O'er Nature's vastest works, to wrench the beauties from this solitude, And weave in mystic rhyme these wond'rous scenes for common mortals' gaze. Entranced, he seized his pen. Anon he wrote--methinks he wrote in praise. Then pensively he stood, and mutt'ring said: "Words suit well the minstrel's lays, But, 'tis an unwritten poem, to tempt the soul through endless days." _The Fool came!_ He smiled. On good terms with himself he seemed, as one who owned the world. In jocund speech he cried, "'Tis ours!" and in mock haste his flag unfurled. On ancient log he rests. He laughs, he jokes, and chats. Behold him look! 'Tis for a match; he faggots brings, he lights a fire--a meal to cook. Says he: "Extr'ordinary! Ar'nt this grand? By gol! old fel, I'll write a book." Then words like snow-flakes fall--like snow-flakes in a brook. A DIGRESSION. "Now, my children," said Oseba, "permit me to make a few observations based upon my study among the Outeroos, which will apply to the country under review. "Remember, all terms expressing quality--such as good and evil, right and wrong, truth and error--are relative, and, as affecting men, the definition to each individual depends upon his environment. As a fact, the rules expressing these ideas are largely fictions established by society for its own purpose, but, in their general application, they must be allowed considerable latitude.