Tho lifelea» lettor tind the barren won!, (Tho' thoy bu living inapiraiion'* mask) Vit aro thoy ever of the Sign but ligna: Art-plastic n|H-a more truly outward form, Tho eaat'iio», Molos" child moro clearly shows;1 Yet aro there |oitit* where form and essrnco meet In close embntoe*; glaneea, sigh*, and tears! And how shall ho who ventures tremblingly Anigh tho llowcry field* of holv Art, Ami light* ujion the jiooreat plot of all, W*b«r* nought spring* u|) but barren letter-1horns ; S ij, how slmll tho poor |oet hi* work begin '( Ho must, to bring you 'neath illusion's sjiell. So interweave word-syinlol« that they paint A picture, even BUCII as Mcloa' own ; Yea, fortune favouring, oven looks, sighs, and tears. Hut vain the Sign's best effort if yon fail To rise therefrom to the intrinsic Heal ; Tears in themselves tiro water, nothing more ! Therefore would you not your enjoyment mar, l'robo not too far the Sign's anatomy ; Kmbraco the Heal that in the picture lives !— Dead many of my pictures are, I know,— Yet albeit few, 1 have somo sparks of life; Transcend mo !—where I've smouldered, flash to fire Moreover, to conclude where I began,— If you rend jiocms, (for example mine) He willed, lives anything therein, to live it ; And just to live, for lietter cannot be, Grasp or grasp not, the outwnrd Sign, yet live it ; And seek not that Light which is boni of ovil ! Light, thotigh't bo visible, may not lxs grasped ; The words themselves of this concluding chnrgc Are dark to all who have not truly lived.— 1 Homer i» ail by son».- to have been born at Melo».—7raa«. THE TE MI-LA ta IN CTFtU*.