nes
of narrow light into the water; anon we glide past a forest of
majestic old trees, that seem to press their topmost buds against the
fleecy clouds floating in the blue sky; and through these forests we
catch glimpses of the oriole, dashing through the boughs like a flake
of fire.--_Yankee Stories, by Howard Paul_.

CHOOSE THE SUNNY SIDE OF THE STREET.

The sunny side of the street should always be chosen as a residence,
for its superior healthfulness. In some barracks in Russia, it was
found that in a wing where no sun penetrated, there occurred three
cases of sickness for every single case which occurred on that side of
the building exposed to the sun's rays. All other circumstances were
equal--such as ventilation, size of apartments, &c., so that no other
cause for this disproportion seemed to exist. In the Italian cities,
this practical hint is well known. Malaria seldom attacks the set of
apartments or houses which are freely open to the sun; while, on the
opposite side of the street, the summer and autumn are very
unhealthful, and even dangerous.

A DREAM OF DEATH.

'Where shall we sail to-day?'
Thus said, methought,
A Voice--that could be only heard in dreams:
And on we glided without mast or oars,
A fair strange boat upon a wondrous sea.

Sudden the land curved inward, to a bay
Broad, calm; with gorgeous sea-flowers waving slow
Beneath the surface--like rich thoughts that move
In the mysterious deep of human hearts.

But towards the rounded shore's embracing arm,
The little waves leaped, singing, to their death;
And shadowy trees drooped pensive over them,
Like long-fringed lashes over sparkling eyes.

So still, so fair, so rosy in the dawn
Lay that bright bay: yet something seemed to breathe,
Or in the air, or trees, or lisping waves,
Or from the Voice, ay near as one's own soul--

'_There was a wreck last night!_'
A wreck?--and where
The ship, the crew?--All gone. The monument
On which is writ no name, no chronicle,
Laid itself o'er them with smooth crystal smile.

'_Yet was the wreck last night!_'
And, gazing down,
Deep down beneath the surface, we were 'ware
Of cold dead faces, with their stony eyes
Uplooking to the dawn they could not see.

One stirred with stirring sea-weeds: one la