And thenwhen, none knows but Godthere came a time in which some convulsion of nature changed the course of the sea currents, and probably destroyed a vast tract of land between England and France, and probably also, that sunken island of Atlantis of which old Plato dreamedthe vast tract which connected for ages Ireland, Cornwall, Brittany, and Portugal.

Ay, should our magic straightly wake Atlantis from her sea-rocked sleep And we on some Processional Look down where dancing maidens leap, If one flushed maid Beside us stayed To tie more firm her loosened braid Would not the shaking wonder be To find her just like you and me? Indifference A BIRD, a wild-flower and a tree I care for them, not they for me.

Mrs. Grayson tells me that she gave Agnes Wing permission to go to Atlantis with Mary Sylvester yesterday afternoon.