carefully over, explaining each idea intended to be conveyed, and
at the conclusion turned to an assistant, and remarked that
'with Cassiopeia for a model, he wondered chairs were not earlier
constructed.' I wondered in silence what that hard word could signify,
and at length summoned courage to ask an explanation. A few nights
afterward, visiting at my father's, he took me out, pointed to the
constellation, and gave the origin of the name, while, to my great
joy, I discovered the resemblance to a chair. Ah! that hour is as
fresh in my memory as though I stood but last night by his side and
listened to his teachings.

"Yes, who will deny the magic influence of association? After all, Dr.
Bryant, it is not the intrinsic beauty of an object that affords us
such delight, but ofttimes the memory of the happy past, so blended
with the beauty viewed as scarcely to be analyzed in the soothing
emotions which steal into the heart. Such a night as this ever reminds
me of the beautiful words of Willis, in his 'Contemplations;' and,
like Alethe, I often ask, 'When shall I gather my wings, and, like a
rushing thought, stretch onward, star by star, up into heaven?'"

A silence ensued for several moments, and then the cry of "Water!"
"water!" fell refreshingly on the ears of the wearied travelers, and
the neighboring stream was hailed as joyfully as was in olden time the
well of Gem-Gem.

Soon the tents were pitched, and a bright crackling fire kindled.
Florence, declaring she was too much fatigued for supper, threw
herself on her pallet. Aunt Lizzy and Mrs. Carlton were busily
unpacking some of their utensils, and Mary, closely wrapt up, stood
by the blazing logs, thinking how cheerful its ruddy light made every