From Me s. L. Messenger. A NAMELESS ESSAY.
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BY GIL AMMAN.

 How impressive is the eloquence of silence! Sweet indeed is the voice of woman-the fire- Sae I s9Rg af th9se Ra BBfs BeaF and dear to ming twilight. Sweet, the million melodies continually floating overthe bosom of Nature. But there are hours in the life of every man when the music of silence is dearer to him than all. Even such an hour is it my p:es- cnt privilege te enjoy. The iron tongue of Time has told the surrounding darkness that midnight is upon the earth. ] am in my room alone. A burning taper is before me, but it's light is too feeble to affect the distant objects. How much does it seem "like good deed in a naughty world ?" turn my face from the light, and looking into some dark corner, my mind is led to wander in that mysterious world created by the genius of Dante. Soon this little taper will flicker in the socket, and leave behind it a world Of gloom. Is it not so with lifcT

 Motionless shadows are upon the wall.- To me they have a peculiar language. They are the emblems of my most ardent aspira- tions and fondcst hopes. A few days sfnce, heard a man say, next week l shall deliv- CT my long thought.of oration in the presence of assembled thousands, make known what eloquence and genius I possess, and strive to win a name." That man is now stretched on n couch of sickness. and his thoughts are changed a dark valley is before hisfD'nd, and he is wondering whether he can pass its shadows in safety. What were his hopes, his ambFtion, but shadows?

 How refreshing is the breeze which now fans my forehead lit seems like the sweet breath of guardian angel. It comes from the far south. and it's birth place was amid the leaves of the olive and palm. Since its departure thence it has wandered over many woody dell and silver lake. and kissed the glowing cheek of many lovely dark-eyed maiden. It is gone-gone to pursue its spirit like wanderings in some other ciin1e.

 The chirpipg cricket has ceased it's noise, and is asleep in it's hiding place. A little white miller is flying about the light, as tho he thought it the most wonderful thing in the world. And this is not strange, because he came into being since the evening ot yester- day. Dear little fellow, be careful-else your ignorance and curiosity will be me cause of your death. That shining pyramid which you think so beautiful, is treacherous. Like many of the beautiful things of earth' ie carries pain and destruction within hs Do. som. That's right, sweet creature; rest yourself and slumber, if you please, on the corner of that holy Bible. He who wrote that book is as much your Father as hc is mine At this silent hour and in this soiita- " place, you have come to minister to my delight. The thoughts which you have caus- ed will make my rest this night more peace ful than it would have been but for you The question is often asked, why are such insects as yourself created? I answer. tc accomplish seme Omnipotent end. God will. ed ii that you should be born and minister for a few moments to my delight, and also tC | my instruction. by causing you to direct my thoughts to Him, who is infinite in greatness holiness and love. You have fulfilled tho object of your mission. Good bye! love you, and shall not forget your admonitions.

 The light is out-L am now seated at my window. gazing upon the city. There is sucl d calm in the heavens and upon the earth,

 almost fear the world will never wake again The ticking of my watch is the only sound hear. How much more real wisdom may D gathered from this instrument than from th' lauded and far-fetched philosophy Of man