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S Magazine_.] THE GRAVE. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY L. D. PYCHOWSKA. The grave is deep and still, And fearful is its night; It hides, with darkened
veil, The _Unknown_
from our sight. No song of nightingale Within its depths is heard; And only is its moss By friendship's
roses stirred. In vain their
aching hands Forsaken brides may wring; No answer from the grave The cries of orphans bring: _Yet_

is it _there_ alone The longed-for rest is found; Alone through these dark gates May pass the _homeward_ bound. The silent heart beneath, That pain and sorrow bore, Hath only found true peace _There_, where it beats no more. REASON, RHYME, AND RHYTHM. CHAPTER V.--ORDER, SYMMETRY, AND PROPORTION. No numbers can be conceived of but as a collection of unities; in adding unity, many, to itself, we only form a unity of a higher rank: it is in taking unities
successively from these numbers that we return to the first unity. Thus
variety or plurality, which at first seemed destructive of unity, actually rests upon it, admitting it as an elementary constituent of its very being.
The _collective_ idea of the world, _infinite variety, collection of individualities_, could not exist in us without the idea of _unity_; and closely

associated
with the conception of unity, is the idea of Absolute Order. Whatever may be the disturbances which we witness
either in physical or moral nature, we always believe that Order will succeed the momentary

interruption of law. Even when we see earth a prey to the most dreadful catastrophes, we always regard such a state of things as a _passing_ crisis, destined to return to the law of order.
Surrounded as it is from the cradle to the grave by an infinite variety
of phenomena, the human mind for their investigation devotes itself to the search of a small number of laws, which will link them all, persuaded there is no phenomenon
or b