and the divine beliefs of young imagination grew earthlier. Yet poetry lingered in the mournful murmur of the oaks of Dodona, and in the fierce war song of the flying vultures, of whom the Romans demanded tidings of conquest. But prophecy gradually sank into divination, and it is a singular proof of the extent both of human credulity and of curiosity, to note the various methods that have had the credit of forestalling the future. From the stars to a tea-cup is a fall indeed—
"Ah, who would soar the starry height,
To settle in the tea at night."
To this day many a pretty face in a housemaid's cap grows serious, while some ancient crone reverses the cup, and from the grounds anticipates the course of events; there is, however, much similarity in their course, for the prediction always announces a present, a journey, and a ring. Telling fortunes by cards is a more scientific process. The sybil avers that Friday is the more propitious day—one or two lucky guesses rivet the attention—and though afterwards it is to be hoped that the listener will have the grace to blush, yet the attention often bestowed says much for the love of the unknown, inherent both in men and women. I believe that the grand secret of attraction is, that the details always turn on what is present to our fears, or gratifying to our vanity. The fair man,
