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THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE, 161 fleeting as a shadow; hope gilding the future; one heaven surrounding; one home at last." This was but the end of the song as usual, and the young man did not understand a word of what it meant, any more than what had been said before. But words are not necessary to the universal language. It makes itself felt, instead. And the young man covered his face with his hands again, but now because he had burst into tears. And if he presently acknowledged himself a fool for despairing, and owned it was weak-hearted to cling too closely to "beggarly elements," and then rose to higher hopes and resolves,-what right hast thou to smile, O reader ? Well for thee if thou hast no greater weaknesses to correct! Well for thee if thy heart is still so pure that the sympathies of the lower creation can touch it! Nor was it to the young lad only the Nightingale sang. The little sister heard him as she lay weeping on her pillow for the brother who would not be comforted. The mother, too, heard him as she mused ini'the night watches over the future of her son. And the one was soothed, she knew not M