g from his burning brain on some dog day.

_Dixi!_ Although thy brains thou'st often racked.
The matter is not yet so plain and smooth.
The aid of ripe experience thou hast lacked.

Not yet? A little longer turn the pages dreary,
Conning the self same lesson? Said I not
Of sitting on the school bench I was weary?

Loathsome the animal, whose monstrous jaws
The food long since digested idly grinds,
And grinds again, nor ever makes a pause.

No matter, still thou must remain to aid
Thy weaker schoolmates on the lower forms,
Till themes are all prepared and lessons said.

Why sullen looks and frowning brow display?
The hours of leisure may be occupied
In scribbling rhymes, while schoolboy pranks you play
And on the school room bench your name enscribe.

CHAPTER VI.

Sensitive minds are in the habit of terming the union between body and
spirit an unequal marriage, a _mesalliance_. And yet good and evil days
might teach them a better term, show them that whatever may be thought
in regard to the difference of origin, in the conscientious fulfillment
of every duty the dust born portion certainly does not fall below the
other, which is said to be its master. How could the soul enjoy the
sensation of pleasure, if its faithful companion did not lend to it the
aid of the senses, to say nothing of the joys which, even to the most
transcendental, arise from the senses alone. And if, in the pure ether
of spiritual enjoyment, we tremble at the thought of our resemblance to
God, what tortures we should suffer in the knowledge of our likeness to
the worms, if the body did not again befriend us, and as distress
reached its climax, transfer the conflict to the domain of the senses,
thus, as it were, retrieving the vantage point it has lost, until it
has gained new strength and new armor to end the struggle in its own
territory.

Thus the severe illness which attacked Edwin was a boon to his sorely
wounded spirit. For weeks he lay senseless, a prey to a violent nervous
fever. He recognized none of his nurses, neither Franzelius, who after
having been released from his imprisonment with an impressive warning,
spent his nights regularly in the tun, sleeping perhaps a short time on
Balder's bed, when toward