you see the gold corn- 
ing?" 

A clear and perfect  above the softening  ; a mel- 
low beauty lightening more and more, holding the pure sphere 
in a loving gloiy ; the crimson fallen down, till it lay, still 
receding, diminishing, around the under hemisphere, and just 
above the horizon rim ; the gold pouring, pouring in its turn, 
like an intense, enfolding . ( 

" But why do they not  here and there, as they do 
when children blow them?" 

"Because this was blown with as regular a force as possi- 
ble, to make it even ; and because it was not distended . too 
far. Now the varying thickness depends upon the settling 
down of the liquid toward the base ; so the red drops, and the 
gold comes over ; see, there is the green ! " 

Still the crimson lay beneath, like a memory of  ; above, 
the purged and molten gold ; and now, creeping from the top- 
most, the fulness, the rest, the Uvingness, of the deep, bright, 
satisfying green. 

Like an emerald sea ; stealing down gently ; all the little 
globe Hooded with it graciously ; changing, changing ; purify- 
ing into blue ; the gold let fall, and resting on the vanishing 



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