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cullis, to show that they
ever so much as
existed.

"Oh, but the long,
 long while the
 world shall last,
 Which of our com-
 ing and depart-
 ure heeds -.
 As the sev'n seas
 should heed a pebble
 cast!"


 But with the pebble's flying
instant, every law is as per-
fectly fulfilled as with the plane


et roaring-
e- rn


st roaring


through empty and endless space; and so it
is, that pebbles are never done feeling their im-
portance, refusing to remember that with the
splash at the end they are forgotten, no matter
what sparks their swift passage strikes out of
the indifferent air.
 Here, in the fort, where much tumultuous
living has been swept into the past, the blank
of silence is stifling, and a curious fatalism would