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poetize and speculate as much as you still slumberous. Down among the shops, choose, you can't alter the adjustment." the butcher-boys, fat and freckled, low“So you don't try to ?”
browed and surly, squared off with rivals, "Most assuredly not. Give palaces to before taking down the shutters to carpet my princes, and hovels to my beggars.” the floors with a new coating of saw-dust,
He looked at her with the half-smile. and prepare for cheap morning purchas
“That seems very hard,” she said, "very selfish and wrong.”
Teams from the country, laden with “What? - that you should wear pur- provisions of all sorts, came rumbling ple, and the beggars in the street rags? over the pavements in a drowsy disconIt is in the nature of the adjustment. tent, the horses muddy and dispirited, the They would not fulfil their destiny except drivers wet and grumbling. Day laborby starving."
ers were on the way to their tasks, jostIt was cruel, she thought, this entire ling one another as they passed and redevotion to self; but then Edward said it passed, accosting acquaintances with a was the world. Was the world so entire- quick nod, each with his dinner-pail, conly run mad that no man should care for taining his noonday meal, on his arm, or his neighbor? It didn't seem to her the with the money in his pocket for his beer doctrine that Christ meant when he or gin. said,
Uptown was enjoying the deliciousness " Thou shalt love the Lord thy God of the last morning nap before chocolate. with all thy heart, and with all thy Downtown had shaken off its slumbers, strength. This is the first and great without chocolate, and was alert for the commandment; and the second is like coming work-day. unto it. Thou shalt love thy neighbor as The foundries were collected down near thyself. On these two commandments the whirl and hurry of the railroad dehang all the law and the prophets.” pots, where there was neither night nor
That was eighteen hundred and fifty- day, only an endless Pandemonium of seven years ago, and perhaps the Lord iron and coal dust, gleaming fires, and and neighbor of to-day meant something shrill whistlings, mixed up with redless than when the man fell among thieves shirted, grimy-faced men.
The huge in those days.
furnaces were glowing with red-hot fires, Christ's sermons were unpractical, un- and smoke, black and bulky, puffed from utilitarian in this age it seemed. The the chimneys, falling back again in very poor old world was getting mystified and heaviness of blackness in a pillar above crazed in the smoke of this fast life. Was the buildings. Great heaps of raw mait right to see her groping out of the path, terial from the neighboring mines lay and not hold out a hand for her relief? just where the lumbering trains had
"I'm afraid I'm not a convert to your plumped them; long rough pigs rusting doctrine, Edward," she said, honestly. in the heavy atmosphere, unwitting the The bird had wings, he saw.
So much Prometheus within that should imbue the more honor in caging it.
them with the soul of a Titanic monster, to fume and fret and worry and work over an iron road, chained and subject to
the will of man, 'as never a monster was Tue morning was ushered in by the in- in the olden days. numerable sounds of an awakening city. The hands were collecting, rough visA dull autumn rain had followed in the aged, brawny-shouldered, but loose and train of the boding clouds of the previous shambling in gait, - poverty-tied you day, and the streets looked wet and com- knew by that, - brow-beaten and discourfortless
. Uptown, the mansions of the aged until the whole form had prepared,
ing; a few Germans, with thick, slow the uncle and aunt were both taken ill, eyes, and stolid faces; fewer Americans, during the prevalence of an epidemic, quick, decisive, expectant, eyes light-blue and died, leaving John, fourteen years of catching the light, ready for the main age, with the care of a little girl-cousin chance there as everywhere.
not half his years. Month after month The bell rang, and they shambled into he struggled along, down and up again, the main room, where was collected the indomitable, persevering, hopeful, never organized material, only waiting for a pin complaining, working at all sorts of odd here, a lever there, a screw fastened, and jobs during the day, running here and steam to enliven, to start off dozens of there, working as errand boy, sawyer, Titans.
what-not, for a few pennies to pay for The superintendent stood in his place, Ruth's board and clothing, and picking greeting the hands with a quick bow. A up knowledge and experience from the grand man physically, tall and strong filth and disease of souls, his healthy, and commanding
perfect organization throwing off all conHis eyes were blue, clear, and penetrat- taminating influences as a healthy body ing. A broad, full forehead, with a push resists infection. Through the hurry and to it, a nose well-shaped and sensitive, but skurry of nearly a score
of years, he had strong and emphatic, a mouth fashioned pushed his way upward, and now found firmly, but ready for the sweetest expres- himself, at thirty, a man well-cultured in sions of love and kindness. A man strong, men and books, still retaining the free healthy, concentrated, straightforward, — heart and open face of his boyhood. a man, moreover, of warm sympathies Of the half-dozen foundries in the city, and kindly nature.
not one other bore the reputation of the God allows such men, now and then, Star Company. There was better mateto grow up into manhood, and possibly rial sent out, less rotten iron, more perthrough a long life, to show to some dis- fect in all parts. The men, though comheartened souls the grand proportions of posed of the lowest of the city poor, the Christ-man, to strengthen their faith were more industrious, less drunken and in the love of God by showing the per- swearing. John Bates was the cause. fectness of the love of man.
The managers acknowledged it; the men, This man, John Bates, never thought in their respectful demeanor and rough that of himself, I know. His organiza- partisanship, acknowledged it; and Bates, tion was purely strong and manly, his for six years. had proved the justice of perceptions strong and true. I don't the acknowledgment. think he ever thought of duty in an ab- The bell had called the hands together, stract sense, his reasoning and works were and Bates, in a clear voice called the always in the concrete. He never thought roll, each man in gutteral German, or rich how many mansions he was laying up for brogue, or tame Yankee answering, “ Here, himself in heaven; I don't think he thought sir.” Then, with a few instructions to of the possibility of gaining one. He the foremen for the day's work, the bell cared for others because he must; because rang, and the men filed out behind their suffering hurt him; because sin was out of leaders to their tasks. nature, and must be removed.
There was no time spent in wordy haThere are many who will sncer at this ranguing, wasting a half-wheel, perhaps, man, who will impute the desire of self- of a morning. If a man proved insubaggrandizement to the God-given im- ordinate, or careless, or lazy, Bates took pulses; but, thank God! love is yet alive, him in training, and if he wasn't straightpure, true in men as in women, unselfish, ened out in a fortnight's time, he was nodevoted, perfect.
tified to leave the works; so the drones He had come up an orphan in the home were kept out of the hive, and the honey, of an uncle, kindly cared for in his ten- the managers affirmed, was all the better der years, a tax on the poor mechanic's and larger in quantity for it. labor that was ungrudgingly given; but “Good-morning, Grant,” he said to a
man who came up toward him from the life for the angelic vestments of the betmoving hands. “ What's wanted ?”
So when the work-day ended in “ What's wanted, d'ye ask ? Ah, the dusk of the evening, he hurried through there's the heart wanted for work when he rain toward Grant's house, – a good it's away. There's no work for me here mile. to-day, sir."
The door was opened by a slatternly What's the trouble ? are you sick ?" girl of fifteen, with red face and eyes,
Ye may well ask that same. Yes, who, without a word, retired to a corner heartsick for the poor little un who is of the room, crouching down, and giving goin'.”
vent to loud cries. The room was small “ The little lame Bessie ?”
and ill-lighted and close. On a low bed "The same, sir, who came, many's the body of the little girl was stretched, the time, wid her sweet voice and pretty while Grant sat by it, bent over, his ways; but she never'll come any more. hands on his knees, looking at the floor. And the poor father's voice faltered from Bates felt no nervous, æsthetic dread the emotion in his soft Irish heart. of the wretchedness and filth and moral
“Well,” said the superintendent, “it's as well as physical degradation of the very hard. I'm glad you came to tell class these people represented. me; I'll be over to-night. Keep up heart, he found a starving man, he never exam. man; it'll all be for the best, no doubt. ined the causes that had led to it,- - whethTo-morrow will be Saturday, and pay-day, er it was laziness, or lack of judgment, - here's the week's money in full. "Don't or misfortune; bread was needed for the trouble to come to-morrow, if I shouldn't present, he knew, and that was sufficient see you. Keep a brave face.”
in knowledge ; there was plenty of time This Grant had been the greatest bully for the rest afterward. in the works two years ago. Bates re- This man, red-shirted, rough-bearded, membered him a swearing, fighting, roys- harsh-spoken, had yet the tender human tering hand, who could imbue a whole affection, and the great trial of parting room with insubordination. Now for a was the same. year there had been no one so quick, so I think God vouchsafes a glimpse of respectful, so industrious and conscien- heaven to each soul on earth; and she had tious; and the men affirmed he had been been his, and now the earthy taste and a changed man from the day when six- the earthy smell were all that was left. year-old Bessie had run into the smelting- Bates felt this without analysis, and room a laughing, light-tripping child, and knew that in such seasons only God and was carried out a writhing, moaning mass that soul can hold communion. of pain. No one knew how she fell into The terrible strength of the overwhelmthe seething mould of molten iron, but ing mystery of death, when it takes one's iron-encased hearts melted when the little better life and shuts it out of sight, out maimed body was taken out. Grant had of touch, of feeling, of hearing; when never entered the smelting-room, now one the dark doors are remorselessly closed, year, and the little limbless girl was go- and inside, look and long and seek where ing to end her suffering, it seemed. one may, there is no dear voice, no sweet
Walking through the building, — in eyes, no tender lips, no heaven, nowhere, the room where great hot castings lay oh, God! No human voice, however ten
der mercy, trying with no human crumbs crafty, successful politician, riding into of comfort to feed the gnawing hunger power and distinction on the shoulders of that only He could satisfy, knowing that these very men behind him. Would he, after the first great loss and comfort, hu, in turn, think of the undercurrent that man love can be felt.
had sent him sailing ? Bates thought “ You must come or send for me or Miss not; they were tools to be used, not cared Ruth,” he said to Biddy before leaving, for. When they were of no farther ben- if you
Don't disturb your fa- efit to him, he wouldn't trouble himself ther. Be quiet and thoughtful, and re- to look after them. member how much better it is for Bessie Bates had nearly wrought himself into where she can walk and play and feel an excitement when he got home. He no more pain. I will see about all the cooled it off by a detailed account of poor arrangements. Don't disturb your father little Bessie to Mrs. Gurnsey and Ruth, except to get him a cup of tea, or some- who listened in true womanly sympathy, thing to eat.”
Ruth's soft eyes filling with tears; for He went out into the wet streets. The Bessie, before her terrible misfortune, had lamplighter was already on his rounds. been her scholar, and since she had not
Bates's home, as he called and thought allowed a week to pass without a visit to it, brightened by Ruth's happy face and the sufferer. Mrs. Ğurnsey's cheerful smile, lay away Don't
you think a pot of sweetmeats nearly a mile yet. The wind blew chill, and cake would do the poor man good, and buttoning up his coat he walked Ruth dear?” Mrs. Gurnsey asked Ruth, briskly forward.
after drawing her into the pantry for a He was not of a thoughtful cast gener- private consultation. ally; his heart lay too near his eyes and “ I think it might,” answered Ruth, lips to allow any troublous feeling to gravely; " but wouldn't a loaf of your brood silently in the depths of his soul. nice bread, and some ham and tea be a I mean troublous thoughts of others or little better to send ?” for others of the same juterest to those Whatever self-satisfied thoughts the around as to him ; any care or trouble of old lady had felt over the gift she had his own, if he had it, was kept seduously proposed would have made no difference. guarded as his especial property of ill. She would as cheerfully have followed There was enough care and trouble in the Ruth's plan at any time, if, thereby, all her world, heaped up outside each man's life, private arrangements were demolished ; that the poor old world must bear, with- for Ruth, in Mrs. Gurnsey's eyes, was the out burdening her shoulders with each perfection of all goodness and knowledge man's private bundle, he thought. in woman, as John was in a man. Since
But to-night, walking the wet, comfort- John had become superintendent of the less streets hedged in by houses just such Star Company, and Ruth teacher in the as that he had left behind, bare in com- sixth ward, they had boarded with her, fort, in hopeful thoughts, in love, imbruted until she felt as if they were the son and souls inhabiting them, the God-image daughter of her early hope, brought to pressed out of them by generations of her in their maturity and goodness. labor and poverty and sin, his soul arose The following day little Bessie was in an indignant protest against it. buried in the potter's field by the side of
He had almost reached Dr. Gurnsey's her dead mother, and who dare measure
THE CHATELAIN'S WOOING.
Dearest, a proud coronet,
Radiant with gem and pearl.
FROM THE FRENCH OP VICTOR HUGO.
"Pource aimez-moy, cependant qu'estes belle."-RONSARD.
LISTEN, listen, Madeleine !
Come! my suite afar have sped ; From this wood, so still and lone, All save thee and me are gone,
By yon horn's faint echo led.
If thou wouldest, Madeleine,
"Tis Count Roger kneels to thee ; Quit this cottage to be mine, Or, if thus thy choice incline,
Here will I a shepherd be!
Come! meseemeth, Madeleine, Spring, along whose fragrant train
Smile and blush the roses bright, All her lapful of sweet flowers Streweth o'er the forest bowers,
Love, for love of thee, to-night!
Would I were, 0 Madeleine,
Neath thy hand that doth rejoice! Would I were the bird whose flight O'er thee hovers in delight,
At the summons of thy voice.
Would I were, O Madeleine
Bending in confessional,
Warm the fragrant breathings fall.
GET ENOUGH SLEEP, We have often heard young men remark that four or five hours was all they wanted, and all that the human system required. The habit of going without sufficient sleep is very injurious. Thousands, no doubt, permanently injure their health in this way.
We live in a fast age, when everybody seems to be trying to pervert the order of nature. If folks will persist in turning night into day, it is not to be wondered at that few last out the allotted term of life. No matter what a man's occupation, physical or mental, or, like Othello's, "gone,” and living in idleness, the constitution cannot stand it without a sufficiency of regular and refreshing sleep. John Hunter, the great surgeon, died suddenly of spasmodic affection of the heart, a disease greatly encouraged by want of sleep. In a vol. ume just published by a medical man, there is one great lesson that may be learned by hard students and literary men, and that is that Hunter probably killed himself by too little sleep. “ Four hours' rest at night, and one after dinner, cannot be deemed sufficient to recruit the exhausted powers of body and mind.'' Certainly not; and the consequence was that Hunter died early. If men will insist on cheating Sleep, her “twin-sister, Death,” will avenge the insult. — Home Journal.
Would I were, O Madeleine, E’en the bat which, at thy pane,
Sees thee seek thy maiden sleep, When, unseen, bis daring wing, At thy casement hovering,
Blessed vigil there may keep.
When thy bosom, Madeleine,
From its prison freed at last, Trembling lest e'en thine own eye All that beauty should espy,
O'er the glass thy robe is cast !
If thou wouldest, Madeleine,
At thy feet in castle halls;
The stone arches of its walls.
“ Let it pass from me,” said Christ, in the agony of the garden, as the sweat fell like drops of blood upon the ground. Thank God that he prayed “Let this cup pass from me,” and justified the trembling
If thou wouldest. Madeleine