e trembling dreamer; "what was his name?"

"Israel Wurm," replied the sexton.

Graveyard and sexton faded away; in their place arose a splendid grove
of trees--a clearing--a village school house. Two boys were sauntering
along the roadside, engaged in serious, childish talk. One was fair,
with golden locks; the other dark-haired and grave of aspect. Israel
started, for in the latter he recognized himself--a boy of fifty years
ago.

"Israel," said the golden-haired boy, "it's 'lection day to-morrow;
we'll hire Browning's horse and chaise, and go to Boston, and have a
grand time on the Common, seeing all the shows."

"You forget, Mark," said the dark-haired boy, sadly, "that I have no
money."

"What of that?" replied the other; "I have a pocket full; and what's
mine is yours, you know. Come, cheer up, you'll one day he as rich as
I am; and then it will be your turn to treat, you know. I can afford
to be generous, and so would you be, if you had the means."

Then the shadow passed from the face of the dark-haired boy, and a
smile lighted up his countenance, and the two schoolfellows passed on
their way together.

Grove and school house passed away, melting into another scene like
one of the dissolving views. Israel stood before a huge illuminated
screen, in the midst of a gaping company of sight seers. He could see
nothing but a confused mass of heads, vaguely lighted by the rays
from that vast screen. It was some kind of an exhibition.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen," said a strange voice issuing from the
darkness, "we shall show you the wonders of the oxy-hydrogen
microscope; natural objects magnified five thousand times. Look and
behold the proboscis of the common house fly."

Israel gazed with the rest, and soon a huge object, resembling the
trunk of a monster elephant, appeared on the illuminated disk. It
passed away.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen," said the voice, "look well to the
illuminated screen. What do you see now?"

"Nothing!" was the universal and indignant answer.

"I thought so," replied the voice. "Yet you have before you a miser's
soul magnified five thousand times; a million such would not produce
an image on the screen."

The illuminated disk grew dark and disappeared; then a lurid light
seemed to fill all space; and soon huge billows of flames rolled
upward, and writhed and twisted together like a myriad of gigantic
serpents. Shrieks and howls of anguish issued from the fiery mass, but
ab