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herself. One day she was overheard saying very It is with great pleasure that we offer earnestly indeed, “ Oh, Lord! oh, mighty God! to the readers of the Repository Mr. Le what did you let Adam eat that apple for?" Fevre's excellent translation of this noble

The writer seemed wholly unaware of the poem of the great French philosopher and weight borne by that little speech against her poet. We must, however, at the beginning, cherished creed. It was the instinct of nature forestall any prejudice which may exist in the rousing up against a dogma both cruel and abo mind of the reader on account of the reputa- surd. Dear young theologian ! how pitiful tion for infidelity which the author unfortu- thus to encounter in thy earliest religious exnately, and doubtless with sufficient ground, perience an obstacle so stupendous as this ! I sustains, by assuring them that this poem is am glad to know that this wise little child did free from this blemish. Its sentiments are of not stay here to wrestle with such problems of the noblest kind; and the severe thrusts at the darkness, but that she went home in the early Catholic Church, which will be found in its pa- morning, and found a loving Father in the ges, will be seen by the reader to be richly mer- mighty God.

M, 8. D. ited, and should not, of themselves, stamp their author with the name of infidel.

We retire from our table, after making the The poem is in ten cantos, and with the in- usual offering to the children. troduction will occupy each number of the en

A STORY FOR A CHILD. tire volume.

BY BAYARD TAYLOR.

One of our associates sends the following original and piquant anecdotes of child-wisdom - always go interesting:

The bright, pretty, witty speeches of children always have a charm for me. A certain little Eddie occasionally gets up very nice bits with the most charming unconsciousness. One Christmas day he stood by the window watching the clouds which rapidly drifted across the sky. “Mamma, mamma,” he cried, " what makes the clouds gu so fast ?"

Mamma answered dreamily that she did not know.

“I can tell," said Eddie, it is the Good Father taking his Christmas ride!

Isn't there a touch of sublimity in that idea ? The same little one fancied the moon to be the Good Father's face.

Eddie gays his prayers on his own responsi. bility, asking for what his young heart must desires. One nig it he began his prayer with a most Christian-like petition, which older people would do well to imitate : “ Good Father, let me not knock Harry when he knocks me." At that instant, hearing the car-whistle of the evening train, which brought his father home from daily business, he cried, intimating that his communication with the Lord was to be

Little one, come to my knee !

Hark, how the rain is pouring
Over the roof, in the pitch-dark night,

And the wind in the woods a-roaring!
Hush, my darling, and listen !

Then pay for the story with kisses;
Father was lost in the pitch-black night,

In just such a storm as this is !
High upon the lonely mountains,

Where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush,

And I on my path telated.
The rain and the night together

Came down, and the wind came after,
Bending the props of the pine-tree roof,

And snapping many a rafter.
I crept along in the darkness,

Stunned and bruised and blinded,
Crept to a fir with thick-set boughs,

And a sheltering rock behind it.
There, from the blowing and raining,

Crouching, I sought to hide me;
Something rustled, two green eyes shone,

And a wolf lay down beside me.
Little one, be not frightened;

I and the woll together,
Side by side, through the long, long night,

Hid from the awful weather.
His wet fur pressed against me,

Each of us warmed the other;
Each of us felt, in the stormy dark,

That beast and man was brother.

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CHAPTER III.

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GAINS AND LOSSES.

into indignation. Young as she was, she By Mrs. Ada H. Thomas Nickles.

had lived too much within herself to let so slight a thing as an empty purse fetter

her soul. YONSTERNATION reigned in the I don't wish you to think she held all

palaces uptown, consternation reign- these things in contempt; she felt keenly ed among shopkeepers and merchants and what the change would be to her, — the bankers and manufacturers. The mon- loss of the luxurious surroundings of etary crisis of the Eastern cities had sent home, the brilliant society-life, the opan arterial channel outward, and paralyzed eras, the summer journeyings and wateringthe West with premonitions of disaster. place fascinations, — all these, in which Fortunes had been bursting like bubbles she had grown and blossomed like her under the pressure ; and timid merchants, exotics in the conservatory. whose ledger pages footed up in good But every selfish regret faded before round thousands, began to quake and the anguish in her father's face when he wonder on whom the dire disease would | told her, and she said, " I'm only sorry fasten next.

for you, father ; I am young and healthy As yet the fear of danger was only a and happy; I've an immense reserve vague alarm; but it took tangible form force of physical energy lying dormant when the house of Redway & Co. came somewhere, and now it can find full scope. down with a crash,-a dead failure, - After all, it is only a little that is taken; beyond all hope of resurrection.

the essentials of life are all left.” Lesser tenements began to nod to their “ How little you know, child,” he said, fall

, and daily the news of failure startled patting her head in a pitiful thankfulness the ears of the business population. So that she should nint linovy how a score of

come."

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She ran to meet him at the door; but for rest and love; of answering queshe pushed her aside almost roughly. tions, and smiling back into her aunt's

« Not yet, child; go to your aunt and face to assure her: “Oh, no, she needed tell her to come to me. I will see you nothing, only she wished Edward would by and by.”

And then how Aunt Martha had She called her aunt, and throwing a kneeled down by her and told her that shawl over her head, ran out into the God's way was not ours always, but alearly evening. The air was chill and ways good and just, - how it might seem frosty, the grass shimmering under the hard to us, so that we should cry, "We light of the full moon. Shadows of in- will not have it so ;” but that some day, dentations never seen by daylight flecked either in this life or the next, we should the moor with blackness; heavy clouds lay see that it was right and we were wrong. low in the west, – it would snow by the And still holding her hands, continued, morrow certainly; the air was full of “ So whatever may come, Galena, rememcrisp, icy promise of a coming storm. ber, oh, remember, life was not made for The night, star-lighted, beautiful, full of a dream of earthly love, but for an exmysterious meanings and full silences, pression of the heavenly! So be strong was falling upon the earth; the great in the faith of love eternal, if earthly thanksgiving hymn of nature, attuned to love fail. This letter, Galena, your famany souls in the freshness of life, swelled ther was reading to me when he died; it melodiously throughout the vast extent. is best

you

should see it.” How puny seemed her voice in the an- Galena took it; it bore Edward's handthem of creation! How insignificant man, writing, - she knew that, - a letter to her to be telling of his little winnings and father. A cool renunciation of his enlosses, — weeping and wailing for his gagement with Galena, a plain explanabroken images of gold, or silver, or cop- tion of his reasons, - he was poor, had per, while the chorus of creation was his way to make, was ambitious. He shouting the Te Deum Laudamus !

trusted a man of the world, clear-headed, Did you never watch with awe the conservative as Mr. Redway, would unmysterious providences that help to guard, derstand how impossible, with his desires unknown until past, each one of us through and prospects, it would be for him to be the fiery trials we endure? How, before burdened with a family. the trial-hour, the soul is exalted, - His respect for the daughter was unried up into a tense, nervous height never bounded. He regretted if she should be before attained, - that it may not be called upon to bear any disappointment drawn under the wheels and crushed with through him, but felt certain that her the terrible torture? I know that, in our youth and natural good sense would prenormal condition, each one of us delivered serve her from any pain. Would Mr. up to the terrible power of our trials Redway be kind enough to explain the would be lost.

plain facts to Miss Galena, and he reThis girl here, elevated above herself | mained, Sincerely, into the realm of spirituality almost,

EDWARD A. BENTON. heard sharp voices of alarm from the No prevarication, no specious pleading, house, hurried runnings to and fro, and or silly excuses. It was the man, — cool, with a sigh awoke to feel Vinton's muz- calculating, audacious. Galena read it zle against her hand, and the white face through without a movement; not a of her aunt before her.

muscle started from the stolid repose of “Come in, Galena," she said. And face or form. It was as though she had Galena, trembling with an indefinable been turned into stone by à Gorgondread, went in to a dead father.

glance. She could never afterward clearly re- She had no perception of pain or loss call the events of the days following. here, - no feeling at all, only a full knowl

She only remembered an aching lone- edge of the meaning of the letter, the liness, a sense of loss, and a weary desire character and selfish views of the writer,

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as though the Galena mentioned bore no for a few years past, and I find in my relation or possible interest to her. case that the labor is greater than the

Her aunt came in finally, with an anx- remuneration. I know of a vacancy in ious look, and asked had she called, the primary department of the Sixth did she want anything?

Ward as assistant. The ward isn't one No, she wanted nothing, only rest. She of the best, – the children uncouth, unwas tired - so tired.

washed specimens of humanity, with heads So A unt Martha seated herself on the as full of cunning and deceit as destitute sofa, drew the brown head into her lap, of knowledge. It isn't an inviting field and, passing her fingers in and out the of labor.” silky hair, singing a simple song, the same It was not to Galena's mental vision. ahe had sung to the little children buried All the old repugnant feelings — her dislong ago, she soothed the fretted nerves gust and horror of the filth and impudence of the girl into quiet and sleep. A low, and unchildlike precosity of the children nervous fever followed this, and the holi- of the class came back, and the thought days were approaching before she had be- sickened her. But this terribly stagnant come strong enough to be removed to the life, — this death of hope, this dearth of new home Aunt Martha had prepared. interest, - she must do something to

Galena's little fortune, received from waken her out of this lethargy. She her grandmother, was untouched, and, hesitated not a moment in her resolve. with her aunt's, was enough to ensure “I will take it." them all the comforts and a few of the The doctor was not in the least surluxuries of life. Their new home was a prised at her answer, as he told his wife cottage, newly-painted, freshly-papered, that night. It is wonderful what an clean, and homelike, with a little front escape-valve a discreet wife is to a man yard filled with evergreens and willows, so intimately related to others' interests giving it an air of gentility and repose. as Dr. Gurnsey.

Dr. Gurnsey came in upon them a few “ The girl's got stuff in her, Jane, for days after their removal, and seated him all you persist in calling her proud and self by the grate.

aristocratic. There is no necessity for “Our patient looks a little better off her to teach." for flesh and color, Mrs. Burnett,” he “What makes her then? she isn't strong said, nodding toward Galena.

enough ; is she ?“I'm as strong as ever; I can begin “ Not under ordinary circumstances ; my work immediately,” she said. but the girl is in a sea of trouble, I know “You persist in that idea ?

by her face. She can't settle down into “ Yes."

the quiet of a home existence; it would * Very well; but you undoubtedly have be the ruin of her, I think.” some idea of the kind of work

you

would “ Poor child ! it's a sad thing for so wish to do.”

young a girl to be cast upon her own life “I shall do nothing but what is re- for happiness.” spectable.”

And the womanly heart, forgetting all “ Exactly; but respectable kinds of else, overflowed in pity for the motherless labor are not always quite so easy of per- girl. formance."

The following day Mrs. Gurnsey and “I don't ask for ease; I want work Ruth called on Mrs. Burnett, both full of simply."

an earnest desire to relieve them of the • H'm! you're an original! I suppose tedium of their new life, and Ruth anxyou wouldn't care if it tired you.” ious already to help her new assistant in

“ I think I should care more if it did the beginning of her arduous labor.

ther;

It was

if there were any distaste, or repugnance, rior into her stomach ; who invariably and or weariness, more than that induced by good-naturedly listened to all the comthe actual physical and mental labor. plaints of foul play at recess, or of sick.

Aunt Martha scrutinized keenly the ness and hunger and trouble at home. daily-returning face, with no farther in- I don't know how long it was before sight than others. The eyes kept strict Galena awakened from her apathy into guard over the inner life of the girl, with sufficient observation of outside occura "Thus far shalt thou go and no far-rences and events to see these, and finally

so if there were regrets for past to wonder at the girl; but one noon, when loss, or weariness at present need, or ter. Ruth returned to her seat and placed her ror at the thought of a continuing future, depleted dinner-basket on the desk after no one ever beheld a sign.

a tour through the room, Galena looked She put her whole energies to the work up at her with the old, earnest expression, before her. Day after day she traversed and said, the streets from her home down into the “You bring your lunch every day; but squalid district of the Sixth Ward, pass- you don't eat it.” ing among rows of noisy, ragged children “ It don't spoil, thank you.” started for school, with, I think, no “I should think not; do see that piece thought beyond that so many letters of of bread and butter disappear!” the alphabet must be drilled into them

“ Yes.

Isn't it good though ?" she before night should send their noise and said, appealing to the ragged urchin who raggedness out again into the street. was devouring it.

At first her walks were taken by her- He looked at Ruth, glanced shyly towself, but finally, persistent Ruth, with ard Galena, but said never a word. dinner-basket in hand, was her invariable “He can't speak for fulness, she said, companion. Ruth was not a strong-mind laughing heartily. “It does me good to ed woman; she never reasoned. fortunate her impulses were always good; “Does it, indeed ?” Galena asked with for she would follow them always. an earnestness that would have been no

Galena's cold, hard face made her heart deeper had she been attending to the ache, and, unminding her formality and demonstration of an abstruse theorem; coldness, Ruth persevered, in her happy, “ it seems almost disgusting to me.” quiet way, in trying to win Galena into Ruth looked at her. Her eyes were an outside interest. She felt, without wells of light, shining warm with the tint reasoning, that the girl was suffering daily of a leaf when the sun shines on it in tortures in her reticent life.

October. They grew almost solemn now. It was like a breath of pure air in a “Yes; it does me good because, except clouded, foul district, to see Ruth's sweet that, I know he will have nothing more face and smile,

to-day, probably." The screaming children with hard, old Galena shuddered. She looked at him faces even put on an expression of joy at as at a hyena or any other natural curiher cheery good-morning, her hand-pat osity, - a pinched figure of six years, for the frowziest head, her merry laugh clad in a heterogeneous assortment of castat some unfortunate sally.

off garments, out at the elbows, out at the They always glanced askance at Gale- knees, out at the toes. na, a little awed, even the boldest, by the He had finished his bread, and was indefinable something in her face. In carefully picking up the crumbs. He school urs, Miss Bates was the one from looked pinched and wild-eyed like a beast; whom all rewards were anticipated; who she remembered now to have seen that saw the weariness depicted on little old same expression in others. Was it possifaces; who had sly pieces of bread and ble these little creatures were in actual cake and rosy-cheeked apples to distrib- physical as well as mental and moral ute; whose dinner-pail, capacious as it need ? was, seldom conveyed a bit from its inte- She had not thought of that before.

see him."

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