PROVIDENCE versus CHANCE AND FATE. THE ship struck on a rock by accident, And sánk, and all on board were lost but two, Whóm in the longboat of th' illfated vessel, Álmost by miracle, a kind Providence saved. WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 3, 1855. No wonder, reader, that from all I say Thou túrn'st with closed eyes and closed ears away, Fór in this point at least all men agree, That each will teacher, none will learner, be. WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 13, 1855. INSCRIPTION FOR A LUCIFER MATCH BOX. (I) PROMETHEUS' feát to thine was but a patch, Glórious inventor of the lucifer-match! Thou steal'st not fire, but mák'st it fresh and new; And, what even Heaven forgót, hid'st it from view. WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 20, 1855. ÓN my bed Dówn my head Laid like lead, Clothes tucked in Under chin, I begin Not to sleep, But to weep And watch keep, Wondering why Instantly, And down low, Sad and slow, Tó Styx go, Away flown, Flown away, Would not stay, Lack a day! Well, let bé! Plain I see "Twould kill me Take toward kind Rosalind. With stout mind, Shown by nip And firm grip Óf my stick, Í pass quick Whére, close bý Joán's house, I Used to lie On the ground, Tó live free," And a look, Ánd grass plat And thatched cot. The fresh sun, His day's run Just begun, Clad with bright Ruddy light Tower and height, |