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night, and I never buy cigars; they are ruinous; a man has to give so many away. Then, as to jewellery, I am the most moderate of men. If one has half a dozen different sets of studs, and a good watch and chain, and a scarf-pin or so, what else does he want? I would as soon wear rings in my ears as on my fingers. I like to ride a good horse, but not every day,-only when I feel like it. I am willing to be hospitable on occasion, but I have no intention of ruining myself by feeding other people. I assure you, brother David, that, taking into account all the temptations that may beset a man in college, my bills are well within bounds."
Pausing to see if his hearer had gone along with him, Carey saw that the old man sat bending forward with an abstracted gaze; he was shaking his head slowly, as if he found it impossible to accept his visitor's views.
“You must remember, sir,” said Carey, “that we have all been young.” Mr. Litchfield looked at him, still shaking his head.
“We have all been young," he said, gently, “but we have not all been old.”
He rose and began to pace the floor with a troubled face.
“Suppose the bills are paid, Carey,” he said, after a little silence, “what is your outlook in life ?”
- That is exactly what I want to know,” remarked Carey, as if glad that they were coming to the point.
"You are young, strong, decently intelligent. You ought to accomplish some useful work.”
“I am ready to do anything suitable.” “What do you call suitable ?"
“ Anything a gentleman can do, and which has a fair salary attached to it. I should very much like to know what my career is to be. I hate to fling myself away. My theory is, that a man ought to take pains to do one thing well, and win success in that line. It does not make so much difference what it is, but if he does one thing admirably-say he dresses well, or dances well, has a really correct taste in art, or knows how to make money in Wall Street, he is master of the situation ; everybody respects him and makes way for him. And it has really been a grievance with me that I have not known what to turn my attention to. I like to meet the world on equal terms."
“Listen to me, Carey,” said David Litchfield, “I have a definite suggestion to make.”
Mary Anna Phinney Stansbury.
Born in Vernon, N. Y., 1842.
HOW HE SAVED ST. MICHAEL'S.
So you beg for a story, my darling-my brown-eyed Leopold-
It was long ago, my children, ere ever the signal gun
On the roofs and the glittering turrets, that night, as the sun went down,
High over the lesser steeples, tipped with a golden ball,
The gently gathering shadows shut out the waning light;
But another light than sunrise aroused the sleeping street,
By the glare of her blazing roof-tree the houseless mother fled,
From the death that raged behind them and the crash of ruin loud,
But e'en as they gazed upon it there rose a sudden wail,
“Will it fade ?” The whisper trembled from a thousand whitening lips;
“ Uncounted gold shall be given to the man whose brave right hand,
Who is it leans from the belfry, with face upturned to the sky?
But see! he has stepped on the railing, he climbs with his feet and his hands,
Slow, steadily mounting, unheeding aught save the goal of the fire,
Once more the shouts of the people have rent the quivering air,
But why does a sudden tremor seize on them while they gaze ?
With folded arms he was speaking, in tones that were clear, not loud,
He stepped but a short space backward, and from all the women and men
MAY IN KINGSTON...
(Poems. Enlarged Edition. 1886.]
OUR old colonial town is new with May:
u The loving trees that clasp across the streets Grow greener-sleeved with bursting buds each day.
Still this year's May the last year's May repeats;
High over all, like some divine desire
Above our lower thoughts of daily care,
Adds to the quiet of the springtime air;
Down through the lowlands now of lightest green,
The undecided creek winds on its way.
And sees its likeness in the depths all day;
But yonder loom the mountains old and grand,
That off, along dim distance, reach afar,
A dreamy range, long and irregular-
So, like a caravan, our outlived years
Loom on the introspective landscape seen Within the heart; and now, when May appears,
And earth renews its vernal bloom and green, We but renew our longing, and we say: “Oh, would that life might ever be all May!
“Would that the bloom of youth that is so brief,
The bloom, the May, the fulness ripe and fair Of cheek and limb, might fade not as the leaf;
Would that the heart might not grow old with care, Nor love turn bitter, nor fond hope decay; But soul and body lead a life of May!"
N OW comes the graybeard of the For all the hay and corn are down north;
And garnered; and the withered leaf, The forests bare their rugged breasts Against the branches bare and brown, To every wind that wanders forth,
Rattles; and all the days are brief. And, in their arms, the lonely nests That housed the birdlings months ago
An icy hand is on the land; Are egged with flakes of drifted snow.
The cloudy sky is sad and gray;
But through the misty sorrow streams, No more the robin pipes his lay
Outspreading wide, a golden ray. To greet the flushed advance of morn; And on the brook that cuts the plain He sings in valleys far away;
A diamond wonder is aglow, His heart is with the south to-day;
Fairer than that which, long ago, He cannot shrill among the corn, De Rohan staked a name to gain.
Born in Hartford, Conn., 1842.
IMMORTALITY THE LOGICAL OUTCOME OF EVOLUTION.
(The Destiny of Man, Viewed in the Light of his Origin. 1884.] M HE virtues of forbearance and self-control are stillin a very rudimentary
I state, and of mutual helpfulness there is far too little among men.
Nevertheless in all these respects some improvement has been made, along with the diminution of warfare, and by the time warfare has not merely ceased from the earth, but has come to be the dimly remembered phantom of a remote past, the development of the sympathetic side of human nature will doubtless become prodigious. The manifestation of selfish and hateful feelings will be more and more sternly repressed by public opinion, and such feelings will become weakened by disuse, while the sympathetic feelings will increase in strength as the sphere for their exercise is enlarged. And thus at length we see what human progress means. It means throwing off the brute-inheritance-gradually throwing it off through ages of struggle that are by and by to make struggle needless. Man is slowly passing from a primitive social state, in which he was little better than a brute, toward an ultimate social state in which his character shall have become so transformed that nothing of the brute can be detected in it. The ape and the tiger in human nature will become extinct. Theology has had much to say about original sin. This original sin is neither more nor less than the brute-inheritance which every man carries with him, and the process of evolution is an advance toward true salvation. Fresh value is thus added to human life. The modern prophet, employing the methods of science, may again proclaim that the kingdom of heaven is at hand. Work ye, therefore, early and late, to prepare its coming.