XV.-THAT WE SHOULD LIE DOWN WITH THE LAMB
"Thingsthatwereborn,whennonebutthestillnight,
Andhisdumbcandle,sawhispinchingthroes."
Marry,daylight——daylightmightfurnishtheimages,thecrudematerial;butforthefineshapings,thetrueturningandfiling(asmineauthorhathit),theymustbecontenttoholdtheirinspirationofthecandle.Themildinternallight,thatrevealsthem,likefiresonthedomestichearth,goesoutinthesunshine.Nightandsilencecalloutthestarryfancies.MiltonsMorningHymnonParadise,wewouldholdagoodwager,waspennedatmidnight;andTaylorsricherdescriptionofasun-risesmellsdecidedlyofthetaper.Evenourself,intheseourhumblelucubrations,tuneourbestmeasuredcadences(Prosehashercadences)notunfrequentlytothecharmofthedrowsierwatchman,"blessingthedoors;"orthewildsweepofwindsatmidnight.Evennowaloftierspeculationthanwehaveyetattempted,courtsourendeavours.WewouldinditesomethingabouttheSolarSystem——
Betty,bringthecandles.