impeded. I endeavored to ascertain whether the hip-joint, on account of the diminished atmospheric pressure, became loosened, so as to throw the weight of the leg upon the surrounding ligaments, but could not be certain about it. I also sought a little aid and encouragement from philosophy, endeavoring to remember what great things had been done by the accumulation of small quantities, and I urged upon myself that the present was a case in point, and that the summation of distances twenty paces each must finally place us at the top. Still the question of time left the matter long in doubt, and until we had passed the Derniers Rochers we worked on with the stern indifference of men who were doing their duty, and did not look to consequences. Here, however, a gleam of hope began to brighten our souls: the summit became visibly nearer, Simond showed more alacrity; at length success became certain, and at half-past three P.M. my friend and I clasped hands upon the top. LUDWIG UHLAND LUDWIG UHLAND, a popular German poet. many, April 26, 1787; died November 13, 1862. ballads and songs were sold in as many years. Born at Tübingen, Ger Sixty editions of his (The following poems, translated by H. W. Longfellow, are used by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, the publishers.). THE CASTLE BY THE SEA "HAST thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea? The clouds float gorgeously. "And fain it would stoop downward "Well have I seen that castle, "The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime? Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers "The winds and the waves of ocean, But I heard on the gale a sound of wail, "And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride? And the golden crown of pride? "Led they not forth, in rapture, A beauteous maiden there? Resplendent as the morning sun, Beaming with golden hair?" "Well saw I the ancient parents, Without the crown of pride; They were moving slow, in weeds of woe, No maiden was by their side!" THE LUCK OF EDENHALL OF Edenhall, the youthful Lord The butler hears the words with pain, Then said the Lord: "This glass to praise, It beams from the Luck of Edenhall. Then speaks the Lord, and waves it light: ""Twas right a goblet the Fate should be Kling! klang! to the Luck of Edenhall!” First rings it deep, and full, and mild, Then like the roar of a torrent wild; "For its keeper takes a race of might, The fragile goblet of crystal tall; It has lasted longer than is right; Kling! klang!-with a harder blow than all Will I try the Luck of Edenhall!" As the goblet ringing flies apart, And through the rift, the wild flames start; In storms the foe, with fire and sword, On the morrow the butler gropes alone, "The stone wall," saith he, "doth fall aside, VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS 187 VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS. The authorship of this hymn is unknown. It has without conclusive reason been ascribed to Charlemagne, to St. Ambrose, and to Gregory the Great. Its singing, during the Middle Ages, was accompanied by the ringing of bells, the burning of incense, and by special candles; those who bore a part were clad in special vestments. It was used in the Pentecostal services, and the services of Ordination. CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come pour Thy joys on human kind; And make Thy temples worthy Thee. O source of uncreated light, Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Thou strength of His almighty hand, Whose power does heaven and earth command. Proceeding Spirit, our defense, Who dost the gifts of tongues dispense, And crown'st Thy gift with eloquence ! Refine and purge our earthly parts; Chase from our minds th' infernal foe, |