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to take in the fortunes of the Macaulays. He,likewise, during the famous tour in the Hebrides, came across thepath of Boswell, who mentions him in an exquisitely absurdparagraph, the first of those in which is described the visit toInverary Castle. ["Monday, Oct. 25.--My acquaintance, the Rev.Mr. John M'Aulay, one of the ministers of Inverary, and brotherto our good friend at Calder, came to us this morning, andaccompanied us to the castle, where I presented Dr. Johnson tothe Duke of Argyll. We were shown through the house; and I nevershall forget the impression made upon my fancy by some of theladies' maids tripping about in neat morning dresses. Afterseeing for a long time little but rusticity, their lively manner,and gay inciting appearance, pleased me so much, that I thoughtfor a moment I could have been a knight-errant for them."] Mr.Macaulay afterwards passed the evening with the travellers attheir inn, and provoked Johnson into what Boswell calls warmth,and anyone else would call brutal

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g sent to prison, and that this inconvenient ex- soldier should be caged up somewhere.

"I am going down to Esher for the week-end. I think I may be able to do something."

The rolling forehead and the emphatic chin became more aggressive.

"I don't like this delay. Now, can you assure me--?"

Beal glanced at the clock.

"I'm sorry; I am due at my hospital at half-past two. But, tell me, what do you mean--exactly--by delay?"

"Nothing is being done."

"It is better that nothing should be done. I presume you are suggesting some form of restraint?"

"Certainly; in my brother's interest."

Beal showed him eyes that were not blind.

"The interest lies all the other way. You'll excuse me; can my maid ring you up a taxi? Before I go, I may as well remind you I don't want your brother fussed or frightened."

Reginald Stretton remained on the hearthrug looking at the opposite wall for something he had meant to say and had forgotten, and Beal left him t

"I love God and every little child."

CHAPTER II.

THE CHILD'S TRIBUTE TO THE MOTHER.

A good mother is worth a hundred schoolmasters.--English Proverb.

The first poet, the first priest, was the first mother.The first empire was a woman and her children.--_O. T. Mason_.

When society, under the guidance of the "fathers of the church," wentalmost to destruction in the dark ages, it was the "mothers of thepeople" who saved it and set it going on the new right path.--Zmigrodski (adapted).

The story of civilization is the story of the mother.--Zmigrodski.

One mother is more venerable than a thousand fathers.--Laws of Manu.

If the world were put into one scale, and my mother into the other, theworld would kick the beam.--Lord Langdale.

Names of the Mother.

In A Song of Life,--a book in which the topic of sex is treatedwith such delicate skill,--occurs this sentence: "The motherho

scientific women and teachers, who have been thoroughly successful in the work they have undertaken, though it has not been that which has usually fallen to the lot of women?

At the time of writing these words, the largest congregation in London is mourning the loss of a woman who, Sunday by Sunday, gathered together eight hundred members of a Young Woman's Bible Class, to listen while she spoke to them of things pertaining to their present and eternal welfare. And who is there but would earnestly wish such women God-speed? Their work may be a little different from some of that of their sisters, but it is good work all the same. And as such it ought to be done. Why should not the labourers be allowed to proceed with their tasks without opposition and hindrance from those who look on? It cannot be denied that much of this work never would be performed if the women did not do it. Are they not right to step into vacant places, and stretch out their hands to help, when help is needed? Whether they are rig

agreed.

"I'll give ya three bucks for it," said the junk man to theoffice manager.

Stewardship

A wise man approached three young men standing around idly."Here is a coin worth a hundred dollars," the wise man said to thefirst youth. "What should I do with it?"

"Give it to me," he said at once.

"Rather than reward such selfishness and greed," responded thewise man, "it would be better to throw the money into the sea." Andwith this, the wise man threw the coin into the water. "Now," hesaid to the second youth, "here is another coin. What should I dowith it?"

The second youth, feeling shrewd, answered, "Throw it into the sea."

But the wise man said, "That would be a careless waste. Tofollow a bad example only because it is an example is folly. Betterthan throwing this money away would be to give it to the poor." Andhe gave the money to a beggar sitting nearby. "I have one lastcoin," the wise man went on, talking to the third youth. "Whatshall I do with

ey have eaten the small body by now, and enjoyed it. Always worms enjoy a body to eat.

And also the Devil rejoiced.

And I rejoiced with the Devil.

They are more pitiable, I insist, than I and my sand and barrenness--the mother whose life is involved in divorces and fights, and the worms eating at the child's body, and the wooden headstone which will presently decay.

And so the Devil and I rejoice.

But no matter how ferociously pitiable is the dried-up graveyard, the sand and barrenness and the sluggish little stream have their own persistent individual damnation. The world is at least so constructed that its treasures may be damned each in a different manner and degree.

I feel about forty years old.

And I know my feeling is not the feeling of forty years. They do not feel any of these things at forty. At forty the fire has long since burned out. When I am forty I shall look back to myself and my feelings at nineteen--and I shall smile.

Or shall I indeed

I am preparing to set off for Chantilly. Adieu, my Polly.

October 2.

I have arrived at Chantilly. Nancy was much better than I expected to find her. Weakness is her only complaint. She was delighted to see me, and inquired eagerly for her dear Polly, and was much pleased with your letter.

Mrs. Pinkard is here--and a sweet Woman she is. Adieu. Nancy says I shall not write more.

October 3.

I am just up, and am going to seat myself for Sibby to crape my hair.

[Sidenote: Stratford. Residence of Philip Ludwell Lee.]

Cousin Nancy and myself have just returned from taking an airing in the Chariot. We went to Stratford: walked in the Garden, sat about two hours under a butifull shade tree, and eat as many figs as we could. How did we wish for our dear Polly, and think that was the only thing we wanted to compleat our happiness!

We brought to Chantilly Col. H. Lee's little Boy. He has stayed at Stratford sinc

to do, but it took more guts that he had to jump off a bridge, so he went on the Road instead.

After he got over his shakes--and he sure had 'em bad--he decided that, if he never took another drink, it'd be the best thing for him. So he didn't. He had a kind of dignity, though, and he could really talk, so he and I teamed up during the wheat harvest in South Dakota. We made all the stops and, when we hit the peaches in California we picked up Sacks and Dirty Pete.

Sacks got his monicker because he never wore shoes. He claimed that gunny-sacks, wrapped around his feet and shins, gave as much protection and more freedom, and they were more comfortable, besides costing nix. Since we mostly bought our shoes at the dumps, at four bits a pair, you might say he was stretching a point, but that's one of the laws of the Road. You don't step on the othe