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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 4058, 31 December 1881, Page 4

The Power op Beauty.—There are some sorts of. beauty which defy description, and almost scrutiny. , Some faces rise upon us in the tumult of life like stars from out the. sea, or as if they had moved out of a picture. Our first impression is anything but fleshly. We are struck dumb, we gasp, our limbs quiver, a faintness glides over our frame, we are awed; instead of gazing upon the apparition, we avert the eyes,,''which yet will feed upon its beauty. A ; strange sort of unearthly pain mixes with the intense pleasure. And not till with a straggle, we call back to our memory the common, places of existence, can we recover our commonplace demeanour. These, indeed, are rare visions, early feejiogs when our young existence leaps with its mountain torrents; but as the river of our life rolls on, our eyes grow dimmer or our blood more cold.—From Disraeli's " Young *)uke."

Emilo Girardin, the French journalist, used to rise at four o'clock every morning. And now he is dead. It is a sad, sad lesson ; but let us not forget its warning. Let us lay our hands on our respective hearts and say that rather than imitate his fault, if it is necessary for us to be up 4 a.m., we will sit up to it. To arise at it —ah this is too, too —it is too utterly too! " Papa, is it nice to make remarks about people's dress ?" " Why, certainly not, darling; what did you ask that for ?" "Nothing, papa, only mamma said my dress was awfully shabby, and I wondered why papa hadn't noticed it long ago." While speaking from the text, "He giveth His beloved sleep," a' Toledo minister stopped in the middle of his sermon, gazed upon the sleeping auditors, and said: " Brethren, it is hard to realise the wondrous, unbounded love the Lord appears to have for a good portion of this congregation."

:" All bail! the American aigle! The American aigle, all hail!' "*"' ' The bird that no one can envaigle, I Or put tait oohis beautiful tail."