And then, thy keen glance fixed on one That glimmered far; 'If souls of men live when they're gone,' Thou thought'st, 'why not of dogs when flown, In yonder star? 'Though diverse in our natures, yet It don't ensue That other judgment we should meet, Because we muster four good feet Instead of two. 'And if in some light, wanton freak Of Nature's mind, She planted hair upon our back, And, in capricious mood, did tack A tail behind: 'It matters not. That coat of hair Is very thin; But the habiliment we wear To warm the heart from wintry air, We have within. 'Ah, no! what selfish man would have For _him_ alone, To us a title Nature gave: _We_ too shall live beyond the grave, When we are gone.' Now, when at twilight's solemn hour, O'er field and lea, I see the dog-star gently pour Its beamy light--a golden shower-- I think of thee! And well, I wot, thy spacious mind, With journey brief, Hath mounted like a breath of wind; And thou art in that orb enshrined, A thing of life. Then peace be with thine ashes, TRAY, In their long rest: Faithful wert thou in thy short day; And now, that thou art passed away, I know thou'rt blest. _Pittsburgh, March, 1844._ SANCHO. A DREAM. This accident is not unlike my dream; belief of it Oppresses me already. OTHELLO. Upon a certain clear and starry night of unbroken tranquility and peace, in the month of September, in the year of Grace one thousand eight hundred thirty and two; I, JOHN WATERS of man's Estate, Gentleman, dreamed a Dream. And lest I might be forced, like the great Babylonian monarch of yore, to say 'the thing is gone from me,' I resolved while a vague remembrance yet rested in my thoughts, to record if possible some lasting memorial of it. Now, more than one half of the average number of years, assigned by computation to a generation of our race, have, since that point of time, rolled into the rearward hemisphere of Eternity; trials and changes, deep and stern and manifold, have rent and desolated this _house not made with hands_, and have exercised and broken the spirit that is supposed to be contained within it; yet the slight memorandum, written at that time, lies unchanged before me, and gives evidence of the comparatively impassible duration of inert matter over man; whose home, and whose abiding-place is not of earth!