Only then did the muffled double boom of the explosion reach the ears of the spectators, presently to be followed by a whispering, swift-skimming wavelet that swept irresistibly across the bigger surges and lapped the ship's side, as for a message that the work was done.

On a day when sky and water were so identically blue that they met in perfect horizon, the S. S. Rowena, sleek-flanked, mounted fore and aft with a pair of black guns that lifted snouts slightly to the impeccable blue, slipped quietly, and without even a newspaper sailing-announcement into a frivolous midstream that kicked up little lace edged wavelets, undulating flounces of them.

Look to the brilliant sky; Dark though the clouds be, nigh Wavelets of gold grandly float 'neath the blue.

It was soft, melodious, like wavelets on a calm sea, hinting unseen reefs.

Oh Day, if I squandered a wavelet of thee, A mite of my twelve hours' treasure, The least of thy gazes or glances, (Be they grants thou art bound to or gifts above measure)

Only seven wavelets had come in when I forgot to count, for there, right in the middle of the moon's path across the water, lay a lugger moored broadside to the beach.

THE POSTERN GATE I chose me a lovely garden, Beneath whose ivied wall A lake's blue wavelets murmur As evening shadows fall, A garden, whose leafy windows Frame visions of Alpine snow

Under my wall And plane-tree tall The lake's blue wavelets rise and fall; In they creep, Out they sweep, And ever their rhythmic measure keep, As the light breeze over the water steals, And fills the sails of a score of keels.

DAY AND NIGHT Twilight is falling on lake and on land, Softly the wavelets steal in

In the dusk ere breaks the morn; And in silvery wavelets dallies, With the wind, the ripening corn.

I hear the innumerable wavelets spend themselves gently upon the shore, and die away to rise again.

The great sun sinks, and the gray fog heaps His cloak on the silent sea; The night-wind creeps where the ocean sleeps, And the wavelets wake in glee; Across the bay, like a silver star, There twinkles the harbor-light, And faint and far from the outer bar The sea-birds call "Good-night.

" Recovering herself with singular quickness, a bright smile dancing along the constantly changing curves of her lips, like sunbeams leaping from wavelet to wavelet, she once more leaned cordially toward him, and said in a gay yet pleading tone, "Let us talk of something else.

" Recovering herself with singular quickness, a bright smile dancing along the constantly changing curves of her lips, like sunbeams leaping from wavelet to wavelet, she once more leaned cordially toward him, and said in a gay yet pleading tone, "Let us talk of something else.

Wavelets laugh soft and free, Calling my love to me; The world's asleep.

The sun was now near the height of its curve, and every wavelet was carrying away a bit of the golden band that divided the blue immensity.

This is Fechner's theory of immortality, first published in the little 'Büchlein des lebens nach dem tode,' in 1836, and re-edited in greatly improved shape in the last volume of his 'Zend-avesta.' We rise upon the earth as wavelets rise upon the ocean.

The wavelets catch the sunbeams separately, the leaves stir when the branches do not move.

Yet the event works back upon the background, as the wavelet works upon the waves, or as the leaf's movements work upon the sap inside the branch.

For the other, those are most true which most successfully dip back into the finite stream of feeling and grow most easily confluent with some particular wave or wavelet.

" When I thus communed with myself I was sitting, like a pensive maiden in a thoughtless romance, by the side of a brook, watching the wavelets as they passed.

Macgregor experienced a wavelet of sympathy.

I remember the dear little cabin That stood by the weather-brown mill, And the beautiful wavelets of sunshine That flowed down the slope of the hill, And way down the winding green valley, And over the meadowsmooth shorn, How the dew-drops lay flashing and gleaming On the pale rosy robes of the morn.

Lovely visage, treacherous bosom, Guile beneath and smile above, Stream, thy dimpling wavelet's blossom Laughs as falsely as my love.

Ah, never ask of us what then we said; Ask what the glow-worm glimmers to the grasses, Or what the wavelet murmurs in its bed, Or what the west wind whispers as it passes. Ask what rich lights from carbuncles outstream, What perfumed thoughts o'er rose and violet hover But never ask what, in the moonlight's beam, The sacred flower breathed to her dead lover.