uses. He had
then passed his seventy-fifth birthday; his frame was still unbent, but
the waves of gray hair on his shoulders were thinner, and his step
showed the increasing feebleness of age. The fire of his eye was
softened, not dimmed, and the long and happy life that lay behind him
had given his face a peaceful, serene expression, prophetic of a gentle
translation into the other life that was drawing near. So I shall always
remember him,--scholar and poet, strong with the best strength of a man,
yet trustful and accessible to joy as a child.

Notwithstanding the great amount of Rueckert's contributions to
literature during his life, he has left behind him a mass of poems and
philological papers (the latter said to be of great interest and value)
which his accomplished son, Professor Rueckert of the University of
Breslau, is now preparing for publication.

FOOTNOTES:

[B] The reader may be curious to see how smoothly and naturally these
dactyls (so forced in the translation) flow in the original:--

"Aus der staubigen
Residenz,
In den laubigen
Frischen Lenz--
Aus dem tosenden
Gassenschwall
Zu dem kosenden
Wasserfall,--
Wer sich rettete,
Dank's dem Glueck,
Wie mich bettete
Mein Geschick!"

PASSAGES FROM HAWTHORNE'S NOTE-BOOKS.

VII.

Concord, _August 5, 1842._--A rainy day,--a rainy day. I am commanded to
take pen in hand, and I am therefore banished to the little
ten-foot-square apartment misnamed my study; but perhaps the dismalness
of the day and the dulness of my solitude will be the prominent
characteristics of what I write. And what is there to write about?
Happiness has no succession of events, because it is a part of eternity;
and we have been living in eternity ever since we came to this old
manse. Like Enoch, we seem to have been translated to the other state of
being, without having passed through death. Our spirits must have
flitted away unconsciously, and we can only perceive that we have cast
off our mortal part by the more real and earnest life of our souls.
Externally, our Paradise has very much the aspect of a pleasant old
domicile on earth. This antique house--for it looks antique, though it
was created by Providence expressly for our use, and at the precise time
when we wanted it--stands behind a noble avenue of balm-of-Gilead trees;
and when we chance to observe a passing traveller through the sunshine
and the shadow of this l