CONCLUSION.


_Perhaps poetry and romance are as plentiful as ever in the world_,
_except for those phlegmatic natures_, _who_, _I suspect_, _would in
any age have regarded them as a dull form of erroneous thinking_.
_They exist very easily in the same room with the microscope_, _and
even in railway carriages_: _what banishes them is the vacuum in
gentleman and lady passengers_. _How should all the apparatus of
heaven and earth_, _from the farthest firmament to the tender bosom of
the mother who nourished us_, _make poetry for a mind that has no
movements of awe and tenderness_, _no sense of fellowship which
thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant
to the near_?

GEORGE ELIOT.

[Greek verse]

ANTIGONE.

All is over now; April was just a twelfth-night old when the school
departed. Some of our company have lingered on for business, a few from
reluctance to have done with it. But to-day the last group has taken
wing for the Midlands. Old "Borth," the colley dog, followed them to the
station, and poked his nose into the carriage to take his leave. Old