- many, England, Ireland, Scotland, France
and Scandinavia numbered altogether 198,630, while those from Italy alone were 190,398. Of these Italian immigrants 25,150 (in 1908, 24,700 and in 1907, 51,564) came from northern Italy and 165,248 (in 1908, 110,547 and in 1907, 242,497) from southern Italy.
Of the total 751,786 immigrants, 220,865 or .9.4 per cent, declared that the State of New York was their intended place of residence (of Hebrews 60.2 per cent., of Italians 39.9 per cent., of Poles 23.8 per cent).
(1532)
IMMORTALITY
The heart of man hears the call and feels
the attraction of life beyond, as the wood-*land
brook hears the call of the distant sea
and hastens on to meet it.
(1533)
The fadeless hope of everlasting life is thus exprest by St. John Adcock:
I, that had life ere I was born
Into this world of dark and light,
Waking as one who wakes at morn
From dreams of night.
I am as old as heaven and earth;
But sleep is death without decay,
And since each morn renews my birth
I am no older than the day.
Old tho my outward form appears,
Tho it at last outworn shall lie,
This that is servile to the years,
This is not I.
I, who outwear the form I take,
When I put off this garb of flesh,
Still in immortal youth shall wake
And somewhere clothe my life afresh.
(Text.)—The Monthly Review.
(1534)
When the late Dr. Reese, of Swansea, preached the last time in North Wales, a friend said to him—one of those who are always reminding people that they are getting old: "You are whitening fast, Dr. Reese." The old gentleman did not say anything then, but when he got to the pulpit he referred to it and said: "There is a wee white flower that comes up through the earth at this season of the year. Sometimes it comes up through the snow and frost; but we are glad to see the snow-drop, because it proclaims that the winter is over and that the summer is at hand. A friend reminded me last night that I was whitening fast. But heed not that, brother; it is to me proof that my winter will soon be over; that I shall have done presently with the cold east winds and the frosts of earth, and that my summer, my eternal summer, is at hand." (Text.)—Vyrnwy Morgan, "The Cambro-American Pulpit."
(1535)
James T. White is the author of the following lines, entitled "A Sea Shell." They appeared in the New York Tribune:
Imprisoned in the shell
Are echoes of the far-off ocean's roar.
May not our hopes of immortality,
That deep within us dwell—
Instinctive to the soul, and more and more
Insistent to the heart—may not they be
Soul-echoes of the swell
That ceaseless beats on an eternal shore?
(1536)
IMMORTALITY, A SYMBOL OF
This apostrophe to a butterfly was written by Alice Freeman Palmer:
I hold you at last in my hand,
Exquisite child of the air;
Can I ever understand
How you grew to be so fair?
You came to this linden-tree
To taste its delicious sweet,
I sitting here in the shadow and shine
Playing around its feet.
Now I hold you fast in my hand,
You marvelous butterfly,
Till you help me to understand
The eternal mystery.
From that creeping thing in the dust
To this shining bliss in the blue!
God, give me courage to trust
I can break my chrysalis, too!
(1537)
IMMORTALITY, EVIDENCE OF
Man, who builds bridges, sails ships, fights
battles for liberty, erects cathedrals, writes
hymns and prayers, founds homes, is given
a little handful of thirty or forty years. Nor
can the bulk of the elephant above man's
size ever explain the two hundred years
given to some Jumbo munching hay, or the
three thousand years given to some tree that
is dead, inert and voiceless. The architect
