Love.

"Love is the only thing. in which the height of extravagance is the last degree of economy."

Shakespeare.

"Shakespeare was an intellectual ocean, whose waves touched all the shores of thought."-Written on a fly-leaf of the author's Shakespeare.

Power.

"Nothing discloses real character like the use of power. It is easy for the weak to be gentle. Most people can bear adversity. But if you wish to know what a man really is, give him power. This is the supreme test."-In a speech on Abraham Lincoln.

Peroration in Defense of Dorsey.

The government attorneys in the Star Route trial had unwisely slurred Mrs. Dorsey for being present at her husband's trial. Mr. Ingersoll cleverly made the point against the prosecution, and while the following passage was delivered several were in tears. "There is a passage in the Louvre-a painting of desolation, of despair and love. It represents "The Night of the Crucifixion.' The world is wrapped in shadow, the stars are dead, and yet in the darkness is seen a kneeling form. It is Mary Magdalene, with loving lips and hands pressed against the bleeding feet of Christ. never dark enough, nor starless enough-the storm

The skies were

was never fierce enough, nor wild enough-the quick bolts of heaven were never loud enough, and the arrows of slander never flew thick enough, to drive a noble woman from her husband's side. And so it is, in all of human speech the holiest word is 'woman.''

A Narrow Vale.

"Life is a narrow vale between the cold

And barren peaks of two eternities.

We strive in vain to look beyond the heights,
We cry aloud; the only answer

Is the echo of our wailing cry.

From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead
There comes no word; but in the night of death,
Hope sees a star, and listening love can hear
The rustle of a wing.

These myths were born of hopes and fears and tears,
And smiles; they were touched and colored
By all there is of joy and grief between
The rosy dawn of birth and death's sad night;
They clothed even the stars with passion,
And gave the gods the faults and frailties
Of the sons of men. In them the winds,

The waves, were music; and all the lakes and
Streams, springs, mountains, woods and perfumed

dells,

Were haunted by a thousand fairy forms."

Ingersoll's Legal Argument.

Judge Walter H. Sanborn relates that just after Colonel Ingersoll had concluded an argument before

Mr. Justice Miller, while on the circuit, he, Sanborn, came in and remarked to Judge Miller that he wished he had gotten there a little sooner, as he had never heard Colonel Ingersoll make a legal argument. "Well," said Judge Miller, "you never will."

Preparation for Blaine Nomination.

He is always self-possessed-never gets "rattled." The famous speech nominating James G. Blaine for President in 1876, which made Ingersoll famous as an orator throughout the world, was prepared after three o'clock on the morning of the day of the convention, after a good night's rest.

Lawyer Subsists Because Clients Are Idiots.

"The lawyer is merely a sort of intellectual strumpet. My ideal of a great lawyer is that great English attorney who accumulated a fortune of £1,000,000, and left it all in a will to make a home for idiots, declaring that he wanted to give it back to the people from whom he took it."

Love Versus Glory.

"A little while ago I stood by the grave of the old Napoleon-a magnificent tomb of gilt and gold; fit almost for a dead deity, and gazed upon the sarcophagus of black Egyptian marble, where rest at last the ashes of that restless man. I leaned over the balustrade, and thought about the career of the greatest soldier of the modern world. I saw him walking

upon the banks of the Seine, contemplating suicide; I saw him at Toulon; I saw him putting down the mob in the streets of Paris; I saw him at the head of the army in Italy; I saw him crossing the bridge of Lodi, with the tri-color in his hand; I saw him in Egypt, in the shadows of the pyramids; I saw him conquer the Alps, and mingle the eagles of France with the eagles of the crags; I saw him at Marengo, at Ulm and Austerlitz; I saw him in Russia, where the infantry of the snow and the cavalry of the wild blast scattered his legions like winter's withered leaves. I saw him at Leipsic, in defeat and disaster; driven by a million bayonets back upon Paris; clutched like a wild beast; banished to Elba. I saw him escape,

and retake an empire by the force of his genius. I saw him upon the frightful field of Waterloo, where chance and fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king. And I saw him at St. Helena, with his hands crossed behind him, gazing out upon the sad and solemn sea. I thought of the orphans and widows he had made, of the tears that had been shed for his glory, and of the only woman who had ever loved him, pushed from his heart by the cold hand of ambition. And I said I would rather have been a French peasant, and worn wooden shoes; I would rather have lived in a hut, with a vine growing over the door, and the grapes growing purple in the kisses of the autumn sun. I would rather have been that poor peasant, with my loving wife by my side, knitting as the day died out of the sky, with my chil

dren upon my knees and their arms about me. I would rather have been that man, and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust, than to have been that imperial impersonation of force and murder, known as Napoleon the Great."

Cultivation More Important Than Soil.

"In a new country a man must possess at least three virtues-honesty, courage and generosity. In cultivated society, cultivation is often more important than soil."-From lecture on Lincoln.

Robert Burns.

After his lecture on Robert Burns, on one occasion, the Colonel was approached by a Scotchman, who said: "Colonel, the title of your lecture should be the epitaph of your tombstone." "How is that?" said the orator. "Robert burns," replied the Scot.

Country and City Life Contrasted.

"It is no advantage to live in a great city, where poverty degrades and failure brings despair. The fields are lovlier than paved streets, and the great forests than walls of brick. Oaks and elms are more poetic than steeples and chimneys. In the country is the idea of home. There you see the rising and setting sun; you become acquainted with the stars and clouds. The constellations are your friends. You hear the rain on the roof, and listen to the rythmię