What matter titles? HELMHOLTZ is a name
That challenges, alone, the award of Fame!
When Emperors, Kings, Pretenders, shadows all,
Leave not a dust-trace on our whirling ball,
Thy work, oh grave-eyed searcher, shall endure,
Unmarred by faction, from low passion pure.
To bridge the gulf 'twixt matter-veil and mind
Perchance to mortals, dull-sensed, slow, purblind,
Is not permitted--yet; but patient, keen,
Thou on the shadowy track beyond the Seen,
Didst dog the elusive truth, and seek in sound
The secret of soul-mysteries profound.
Essential Order, Beauty's hidden law!
Marvels to strike more sluggish souls with awe,
Great seekers, lonely-souled, explore that track,
We welcome the wild wonders they bring back
From ventures stranger than an earthly Pole
Can furnish. Distant still that mental goal
To which great spirits strain; but when calm Fame
Sums its bold seekers, HELMHOLTZ, thy great name
Among the foremost shall eternal stand,
Science's pride, and glory of thy land.
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"My dear," said Mrs. R., "I had to discharge my gardener, for when I
questioned him about the sale of the vegetables his answers were far too
amphibious."
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UNHAPPY THOUGHT BY AN INVALID.--What a dreadful thing to become the
Permanent Head of a Department with a Permanent Headache!
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