Then the Presence vanished. Still Moses sat in his chair. But a hand was laid on his forehead, and he awoke as he heard Mary say: 'Father, supper is ready.' He drew his hand across his eyes, and arose from his chair. He looked from his arbor-door. The world was all bathed in the light of the declining sun. As he came out and looked on the landscape, he thought that never before had he seen it so dreamy--never before had he seen it so beautiful and so glorious, for never before had he so felt the use of this world as a place in which to attain to the good and to shun the evil, to overcome temptation and to aspire to life. His daughter wondered what caused his tone to be so tender that night; the next day his neighbors wondered that he visited a certain poor, struggling widow, and gave her the house her husband once owned; and in the months that have since passed, many a poor family has wondered what has turned their former oppressor into such a provident friend. _I_ only wonder that so old and selfish a man could have had so bright and heavenly a dream. * * * * * A SENSIBLE EPITAPH. 'Reader, pass on: ne'er waste your time On bad biography or bitter rhyme: For what I _am_, this cumbrous clay insures, And what I _was_, is no affair of yours.' THE PELOPONNESUS IN MARCH. 'Fair clime I where every season smiles. * * * * * There, mildly dimpling, Ocean's check Reflects the tints of many a peak Caught by the laughing tides that lave These Edens of the Eastern wave. And if, at times, a transient breeze Break the blue crystal of the seas, Or sweep one blossom from the trees, How welcome is each gentle air That wakes and wafts the odors there!'