KNICK.; and after laughing at the wit and melting with the pathos of American talent, might some prophetic angel unscale my eyes, and show me in the future the Chinese wall blown up by a match of opium, and the wheels of the Juggernaut carrying a train of burden-cars and a crowd of travellers from Calcutta to Delhi! What an unimaginable world lies behind the vale of that same wonder-pregnant Future! Oh! that one might raise that veil and see all that is to be, save the destinies of himself and his own beloved land! The sight, however, might be far from pleasing to the philanthropist. Freedom may fly again to her hereditary mountains; Knowledge may burn her lonely lamp in conventual cloisters; the 'march of mind' may make a retrograde advancement; another Caliph may fire the Royal Library of Paris; and posterity may be sufficiently unfortunate to have lost all trace and all memorial of you and me! God forbid!' * * * REPINING reader, bethink you in your moments of despondency, or even gloom, of the mind that traced, in the 'enduring dark' of his lonely apartment, these touching lines: 'OH, who on earth would love to live, Unless he lived to love!' 'WHEN in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone bewail my outcast fate, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope; Featured like him; like him with friends possessed; Desiring this man's art and that man's scope; With what I most enjoy contented least: Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee--and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at Heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my happy state with kings!'