M I sc e + L A N Y.
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LIFE. What a varying thing is the stream
of life How it sparkles and glitters How
it bounds along its pebbly bed, sometimes


in sunshine, sometimes in shade, sometimes


sporting round all things, as if its essence


were merriment and brightness, sometimes


flowing solemnly on, as If it were derived


from Lethe itself. Now it runs like Ii


quid diamond along the meadow; now it
plunges in fume and fury over the rock;
now it is clear and limpid, as youth and
innocence can make it; now it is heavy and
turbid, with the varying streams Of thought
and memory that are ever flowing into it,
each bringing It's store Of dullness and poll
luton as 1t ends towards the end It's voice,
too, varies as it goes; now it sings lightly
as 1t dances on; now 1t roars amidst the
obstacles that oppose lis way; and now it
has no tune but the dull low murmur of ex-
hausted energy. Such is the stream Of life
yet perhaps few Of us would wish 10 chanse
our portion Oft for the calm regularity of
a canal-even if one could be constructed
without locks and flood gates upon il to
hold in the pent-up waters Of the heart till
they are ready to burst through the banks.