Then forth unto the fields we strolled;
A train came thundering by,
Drawn by the snorting iron steed
Swifter than eagles fly.

Rumbled the wheels, the whistle shrieked,

Far streamed the smoky cloud; Echoed the hills; the valley shook,

The flying forest bowed.

Down on his knees, with hands upraised

In worship, Warren fell;

"Great is the Lord our God," cried he; "He doeth all things well.

"I've seen his chariots of fire,
The horsemen, too, thereof;
Oh, may I ne'er forget his ire,
Nor at his threatenings scoff."

"Rise up, my friend, rise up," said I, "Your terrors all are vain,

That was no chariot of the sky,

'Twas the New York mail train."

We stood within a chamber small

Men came the news to know

From Worcester, Springfield and New York, Texas and Mexico.

It came-it went-silent and sure

He stared, smiled, burst out laughing; "What witchcraft's that?" "It's what we call Magnetic Telegraphing."

Once more we stepped into the street;

Said Warren, "What is that

Which moves along across the way

As smoothly as a cat?

"I mean the thing upon two legs
With feathers on its head-
A monstrous hump below its waist
Large as a feather-bed.

"It has the gift of speech, I hear; But sure, it can't be human!"

'My amiable friend," said I,

"That's what we call a woman!"

"A woman! no-it can not be," Sighed he, with voice that faltered.

"I loved the women in my day, But oh! they're strangely altered.

I showed him then a new machine
For turning eggs to chickens—

A labor-saving hennery,

That beats the very dickens!

Thereat he strongly grasped my hand,
And said, ""Tis plain to see
This world is so transmogrified

"Twill never do for me.

"Your telegraphs, your railroad trains,
Your gas lights, friction matches,
Your hump-backed women, rocks for coal,
Your thing which chickens hatches,

Have turned the earth so upside down,
No peace is left within it;"
Then whirling round upon his heel,

He vanished in a minute.

The Creeds of the Bells.

OW sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!

Each one its creed in music tells,

In tones that float upon the air
As soft as song, as pure as prayer;
And I will put in simple rhyme
The language of the golden chime;
My happy heart with rapture swells
Responsive to the bells, sweet bells!

"In deeds of love excel! excel!"

Chimed out from ivied towers a bell;
"This is the church not built on sands,
Emblem of one not built with hands;
Its forms and sacred rites revere;
Come worship here! Come worship here!
In rituals and faith excel!"

Chimed out the Episcopalian bell.

"Oh, heed the ancient landmarks well!"

In solemn tones exclaimed a bell.

"No progress made by mortal man
Can change the just, eternal plan;
With God there can be nothing new;
Ignore the false, embrace the true,

While all is well! is well! is well!

Pealed out the good old Dutch church bell.

"Ye purifying waters, swell!"

In mellow tones rang out a bell;

"Though faith alone in Christ can save,
Man must be plunged beneath the wave,
To show the world unfaltering faith
In what the Sacred Scriptures saith:
Oh, swell! ye rising waters, swell!"
Pealed out the clear-toned Baptist bell.

"Not faith alone, but works as well, Must test the soul!" said a soft bell; "Come here and cast aside your load,

And work your way along the road, With faith in God, and faith in man, And hope in Christ where hope began; Do well! do well! do well! do well!" Rang out the Unitarian bell.

"Farewell! farewell! base world, forever!"
In touching tones exclaimed a bell.
"Life is a boon to mortals given
To fit the soul for bliss in heaven;
Do not invoke the avenging rod,
Come here and learn the way to God!
Say to the world, Farewell! farewell!"
Pealed forth the Presbyterian bell.

"To all the truth we tell! we tell!"
Shouted in ecstacies a bell;
"Come, all ye weary wanderers, see!
Our Lord has made salvation free!
Repent, believe, have faith, and then
Be saved, and praise the Lord, Amen!"
Salvation's free, we tell! we tell!"
Shouted the Methodistic bell.

"In after life there is no hell!"
In raptures rang a cheerful bell;
"Look up to heaven this holy day,
Where angels wait to lead the way;
There are no fires no fiends to blight