'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, His knowledge to unfold On what concerns our mutual mind, The literature of old.

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him!

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.