in their presence and position, that we cannot doubt
their having had their places in the original plan according to
which the organization of the mollusk was first put together.
These are symbols of organs to be developed in creatures higher
in the scale of being; antitypes, it may be, of limbs, and
anticipations of undeveloped senses. These are the first
draughts of parts to be made out in their details elsewhere;
serving, however, an end by their presence, for they are badges
of relationship and affinity between one creature and another.
In them the oyster-eater and the oyster may find some common
bond of sympathy and distant cousinhood.

"Had the disputatious and needle-witted schoolmen known of
these most curious mysteries of vitality, how vainly subtle
would have been their speculations concerning the solution of
such enigmas?"

THE RECLAIMING OF THE ANGEL.

WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

BY ALICE CAREY.

Oh smiling land of the sunset,
How my heart to thy beauty thrills--
Veiled dimly to-day with the shadow
Of the greenest of all thy hills!
Where daisies lean to the sunshine,
And the winds a plowing go,
And break into shining furrows
The mists in the vale below;
Where the willows hang out their tassels,
With the dews, all white and cold,
Strung over their wands so limber,
Like pearls upon chords of gold;
Where in milky hedges of hawthorn
The red-winged thrushes sing,
And the wild vine, bright and flaunting,
Twines many a scarlet ring;
Where, under the ripened billows
Of the silver-flowing rye,
We ran in and out with the zephyrs--
My sunny-haired brother and I.

Oh, when the green kirtle of May time,
Again o'er the hill-tops is blown,
I shall walk the wild paths of the forest,
And climb the steep headlands alone--
Pausing not where the slopes of the meadows
Are yellow with cowslip beds,
Nor where, by the wall of the garden,
The hollyhocks lift their bright heads.
In hollows that dimple the hill-sides,
Our feet till the sunset had been,
Where pinks with their spikes of red blossoms,
Hedged beds of blue violets in,
While to the warm lip of the sunbeam
The check of the blush rose inclined,
And the pansy's white bosom was flushed wit