moaned by his side, as tenderly as though a woman'ssympathy had touched it into piteous sweetness. Theair was very keen, and very clear: and the barking of »the distant watch dog, startled by that passing mail,sounded loud and fierce, as if on the very border of the glen.That glen was thronged with an almost innumerablespiritual multitude. The four seasons were there. Thetwelve months were there. The fifty-two weeks werethere. Three hundred and sixty-five days were there.Three hundred and sixty-five nights were there. earlynine thousand hours were there. More than half amillion minutes were there. And more than thirtymillions of seconds were there. The seasons were dis-tinguished by the varied color of their robes — white,green, yellow, and purple. The months had a fillet of silver net-work on every forehead, adorned with acrescent of shining pearl. The weeks wore a seven-huedgirdle, with a brilliant clasp— adorned with an altar,olive-branch and trumpet. The days bore an imageof the sun on every breast-plate. The nights held a star,downward, on the head of every sceptre. The hours 7minutes, and seconds, carried each a miniature diamondchronometer: those of the hours, with an hour-handalone ; those of the minutes, with a minute-hand alone ;and those of the seconds, with a second-hand alone.The pale Patriarch, thus surrounded by his immensehost of descendants, summoned me into his immediatepresence. I passed through the parted lines, and kneltby his humble pallet. "I have called you hither" — said he — "not for your own sake alone, but, for thesake of the church and congregation to which youminister. I have called you to commit to you, forthem, my last and most solemn message. I am onlyA KEW-YEARS SERMO.