Upon their strife--unconscious that we live. The moss-grown rock, that in the savage dell Has frowned for ages on the silent scene, In its drear loneliness reflects our own, And seems to give a kind of sympathy; But stony hearts have none. Known! yet unknown! There is a strange mysterious interest Follows the form, that flitting through the gloom Of twilight, half concealed, and half disclosed, Glides silently away; and such a spell Upon my memory, thy shadowy image In traces faint but indestructible Has sketched. And I would be remembered too, Not as I am, for thou hast never known me, But as I fain would have thee fancy me. And I shall be remembered--for the scenes On which thy memory will love to dwell, Are now my care. 'Tis mine to dress the vine Which trained by thee its graceful foliage, Gratefully spread to shelter thee: The flower That mourns thy absence, watered by my hand, Shall lift its drooping head and smile; and thou In fancy shalt behold its blue eye glistening Brighter through tears; and, with an answering smile, And answering tear, thine own bright eye will bless me. Then mayst thou think how I, my wanderings o'er, Have found my way back to my native bowers, Among the few whom Time and Fate have left Of early friends, to render up my breath, And lay my bones beneath the turf, where once My musing childhood strayed. And thou wilt think, That fortune yet may have in store for thee, Like destiny. For who so well may claim To rest beneath the shade, to pluck the rose, Or, on the mossy bank reclined, inhale The violet's balmy breath? And trust me, Lady, Should clouds o'ercast the sunny sky that shines So bright above thee; should a stormy fate, Whelming thy hopes, cast thee a shipwrecked wanderer, Wounded and bleeding, on thy native shore, These are the scenes in which thy heart will seek And find its consolation. Where besides Is _Sympathy_ so tender--_Love_ so kind-- _Religion_ so sincere? Where else has _Hope_ So learned to look, with cheerful confidence, On worlds beyond the grave? Where else does _Faith_ So show its _Love to God_ by _Love to Man_? B. T. POPULAR EDUCATION. Towards the close of the sixteenth century, Galileo, while seated in the Cathedral of Pisa, had his attention attracted by the swinging of a lamp suspended from the ceiling. Observing that it performed its vibrations apparently in equal times, whether moving over small or great arcs, he was led to the investigation of the laws of its oscillation, and thus called the attention of philosophers to an instrument, which in the multiplicity of its applications has since proved of incalculable benefit to mankind.