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lutely level. The water seems to wait a moment on its verge, then it passes with a single bound, three hundred and fifty feet below.

It is a sheer, unbroken, compact, shining mass of silver foam. But your eyes are all the while distracted from the fall itself, great and beautiful as it is, to its marvelous setting; to the surprising,

E have reached Cascade
Creek at last; and a beauti-
ful grove of pine trees, be-
neath whose shade a clear
stream, whose waters are
free from the nauseous taste of alkali,
furnishes a delightful place to camp.
Now, dismounting and seeing that your
horse is well cared for, while the men are
unloading the
packmules and
pitching the tents,
walk up that trail
winding up the hill-
side, follow it for
a little among the
solemn pines, and
then pass out from
the tree shadows
and take your
stand upon that
farther rock, cling-
ing to it well mean-
while and being
very sure of your
footing, for your
head will swim and
grow dizzy, and
there opens before
you one of the

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread,-

Stitch! stitch! stitch!

In poverty, hunger, and dirt;
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the "Song of the Shirt!"


Till the brain begins to swim!

Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,—

Band, and gusset, and seam,—
Till over the buttons I fall asleep,
And sew them on in a dream!
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most stupendous scenes of Nature, the Lower Falls of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone s☛ I☛

And now where shall I begin, and how shall I, in any wise, describe this tremendous sight; its overpowering grandeur, and at the same time, its inexpressible beauty?

Look yonder! Those are the Lower Falls of the Yellowstone. They are not the grandest in the world, but there are none more beautiful. There is not the breadth and dash of Niagara, nor is there the enormous depth of leap of some of the waterfalls of Yosemite.

But there is a majesty of its own kind, and beauty, too. On either side are vast pinnacles of sculptured rock. There, where the rock opens for the river, its waters are compressed from a width of two hundred feet, between the Upper and Lower Falls, to less than one hundred feet where it takes the plunge. The shelf of rock over which it leaps is abso

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yon into which the river leaps, and through which it flows, dwindling to but a foamy ribbon there in its appalling depths. As you cling here to this jutting rock, the falls are already many hundred feet below you. The falls unroll their whiteness down amid the canyon gloom

These rocky sides are almost perpendicular; indeed, in many places the boiling springs have gouged them out so as to leave overhanging cliffs and tables at the top. Take a stone and throw it over; you have to wait long before you hear it strike. Nothing more awful have I ever seen than the yawning of that chasm; and the stillness, solemn as midnight, profound as death. The water dashing there as in a kind of agony, against those rocks, you can not hear.

The mighty distance lays the finger of silence on its white lips. You are oppressed by a sense of danger. It is as though the vastness would soon force you from the rock to which you cling. The silence, the sheer depth, the gloom, burden you. It is a relief to feel the firm earth beneath your feet again, as you carefully crawl back from your perchingplace se se

But this is not all, nor is the half yet told. As soon as you can stand it, go out on that jutting rock again and mark the sculpturing of God upon those vast and

solemn walls. By dash of wind and wave, by forces of the frost, by file of snowplunge and glacier, and the mountaintorrents, by the hot breath of the balmy Spring, those walls have been cut into the most various and surprising shapes. I have seen the "Middle Ages" castles along the Rhine; there those castles are reproduced exactly. I have seen the soaring summits of the great cathedralspires in the country beyond the sea; there they stand in prototype, only loftier and more sublime

And then, of course and almost beyond all else, you are fascinated by the magnificence and utter opulence of color Those are not simply gray and heavy depths, and reaches, and domes, and pinnacles of solid rock.

The whole gorge flames It is as

T is nothing to give pension and cottage to the widow who has lost her son; it is nothing to give food and medicine to the workman who has broken his arm, or the decrepit woman wasting in sickness. But it is something to use your time and strength to war with the waywardness and thoughtlessness of mankind; to keep the erring workman in your service till you have made him an unerring one, and to direct your fellow-merchant to the opportunity which his judgment would have lost s -John Ruskin.

"O Men, with sisters dear!

O Men, with mothers and wives!
It is not linen you 're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.

In poverty, hunger, and dirt,—
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A shroud as well as a Shirt!

“But why do I talk of Death—

That phantom of grisly bone!
I hardly fear his terrible shape,
It seems so like my own-
It seems so like my own

Because of the fasts I keep:
O God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!"
"The Song of the Shirt," by Thomas Hood

though rainbows had fallen out of the sky and hung themselves there like glorious banners. The underlying color is the clearest yellow; this flushes onward into orange. Down at the base the deepest mosses unroll their draperies of the most vivid green; browns, sweet and soft, do their blending; white rocks stand spectral; turrets of rock shoot up as


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O long as we love, we serve. So long as we are loved by others I would almost say we are indispen sable; and no man is useless while he has a friend. -R. L. Stevenson. Ꮽ Ꮽ HE men whom I have seen succeed best in life have always been cheerful and hopeful men, who went about their business with a smile on their faces, and took the changes and chances of this mortal life like men, facing rough and smooth alike asit came.-Chas. Kingsley.

crimson as though they were drenched IT is easy in the world to live after

with blood

It is as if the most glorious sunset you ever saw had been caught and held upon that resplendent, awful gorge. Throughout nearly all the hours of that afternoon until the sunset shadows came, and afterwards among the moonbeams, I waited there, clinging to that rock, jutting out into that overpowering, gorgeous chasm. I was appalled and fascinated, afraid and yet compelled to cling there. It was an epoch in my life.

-Doctor Wayland Hoyt.

the world's opinions; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the Great Man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.-Emerson.

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COUNG men, life is before you. Two LOVE you for what you are, but I

voices are calling you-one coming out from the swamps of selfishness and force, where success means death; and the other from the hilltops of justice and progress, where even failure brings glory. Two lights are seen in your horizon -one the fast fading marsh light of power, and the other the slowly rising sun of human brotherhood. Two ways lie open for you-one leading to an even lower and lower plain, where are heard the cries of despair and the curses of the poor, where manhood shrivels and pos session rots down the possessor; and the other leading to the highlands of the morning, where are heard the glad shouts of humanity and where honest effort is rewarded with immortality.

-John P. Altgeld.

LL works of taste must bear a price

in proportion to the skill, taste, time, expense and risk attending their invention and manufacture.

Those things called dear are, when justly estimated, the cheapest: they are attended with much less profit to the Artist than those which everybody calls cheap se

Beautiful forms and compositions are not made by chance, nor can they ever, in any material, be made at small expense.

A composition for cheapness and not excellence of workmanship is the most frequent and certain cause of the rapid decay and entire destruction of arts and manufacturers.-Josiah Wedgwood.

T is an instinct with me personally


love you yet more for what you are going to be.

I love you not so much for your realities as for your ideals. I pray for your desires that they may be great, rather than for your satisfactions, which may be so hazardously little.

A satisfied flower is one whose petals are about to fall. The most beautiful rose is one hardly more than a bud wherein the pangs and ecstacies of desire are working for larger and finer growth.

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to attack every idea which has been NOTHING is easier than fault-find

full grown for ten years, especially if it claims to be the foundation of all human society. I am prepared to back human society against any idea, positive or negative, that can be brought into the field against it.-George Bernard Shaw.

I LIVE on the sunny side of the

street; shady folks live on the other. I have always preferred the sunshine and have tried to put other people there, if only for an hour or two at a time. -Marshall P. Wilder.

ing; no talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character are required to set up in the grumbling business.

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-Robert West.

EAR not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning.

-Cardinal Newman.

Be sure that religion cannot be right that a man is the worse for having. -William Penn.

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I met her on the Umbrian Hills, Her hair unbound, her feet


N supplying the men for the carnage of a battlefield, women have not merely lost actually more blood, and gone through a more acute anguish and weariness, in the months of bearing and in the final agony of childbirth, than has been experienced by the men who cover it; but, in the months of rearing that follow, the women of the race go through a long, patiently endured strain which no knapsacked soldier on his longest march has ever more than equalled; while, even in the matter of death, in all civilized societies, the probability that the average woman will die in childbirth is immeasurably greater than the probability

As one whom secret glory fills She walked-alone with God.

I met her in the city street;

Oh, changed was her aspect

With heavy eyes and weary feet She walked alone-with men. "The Lady Poverty," by Evelyn Underhill

that the average male will die in battle.

There is, perhaps, no woman, whether she have borne children, or be merely potentially a child-bearer, who could look down upon a battlefield covered with slain, but the thought would rise in her, "So many mother's sons! So many young bodies brought into the world to lie there! So many months of weariness and pain while bones and muscles were shaped within! So many hours of anguish and struggle that breath might be! So many baby mouths drawing life at women's breasts;-all this, that men might lie with glazed eyeballs, and swollen faces, and fixed, blue, unclosed mouths, and great limbs tossed-this, that an acre of ground might be manured with human flesh, that next year's grasses or poppies or karoo bushes may spring up greener and redder, where they have lain, or that the sand of a plain may have the glint of white bones!" And we cry, 66 Without an inexorable

cause, this must not be!" No woman

or social compulsion, when he discharges an equitable claim on him; but he is without thought of selfcompulsion. He does the right thing with a simple feeling of satisfaction in doing it, and is indeed impatient if anything prevents him from having the satisfaction of doing it. -Herbert Spencer.

AM homesick. Homesick for the

I home I never have seen.

For the land where I shall look horizontally into the eyes of my fellows. The land where men rise only to lift.

The land where equality leaves men to differ as they will.

The land where freedom is breathed in the air and courses in the blood.

Where there is nothing over a man between him and the sky. Where the obligations of love are sought for as prizes,

And where they vary as the moon.
That land is my true country.

I am here by some sad cosmic mistake,
And I am homesick.-Ernest Crosby.

HEN men are rightly occupied, their amusement grows out of their work, as the color petals out of a fruitful flower; when they are faithfully helpful and compassionate, all their emotions are steady, deep, perpetual and vivifying to the soul as is the natural pulse to the body.-John Ruskin.


with all its fruits thereof-the fruits of love and liberty.-George D. Herron.

HE worst of errors is to believe that

any one religion has the monopoly of goodness. For every man, that religion is good which makes him gentle, upright and kind. But to govern mankind is a difficult task. The ideal is very high and

Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free,
If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?
If ye do not feel the chain
When it works a brother's pain,
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Slaves unworthy to be freed!

E have talked much of the
brotherhood to come; but
brotherhood has always been
the fact of our life, long
before it became a modern
and insipid sentiment. Only we have
been brothers in slavery and torment,
brothers in ignorance and its perdition,
brothers in disease and war and want,
brothers in prosti-
tution and hypoc-
risy. What happens
to one of us sooner
or later happens to
all; we have always
been unescapably
involved in a com-
mon destiny. The
world constantly
tends to the level
of the downmost
man in it; and that
downmost man is
the world's real
ruler, hugging it
close to his bosom,
dragging it down to
his death. You do
not think so, but
it is true, and it
ought to be true.
For if there were
some way by which
some of us could
get free apart from
others, if there were
some way by which
some of us could
have heaven while
others had hell, if there were some way
by which part of the world could escape
some form of the blight and peril and
misery of disinherited labor, then would
our world indeed be lost and damned;
but since men have never been able to
separate themselves from one another's
woes and wrongs, since history is fairly
stricken with the lesson that we can not
escape brotherhood of some kind, since
the whole of life is teaching us that we
are hourly choosing between brother-
hood in suffering and brotherhood in
good, it remains for us to choose the
brotherhood of a co-operative world,

Is true Freedom but to break
Fetters for our own dear sake,
And, with leathern hearts, forget
That we owe mankind a debt?
No! True Freedom is to share
All the chains our brothers wear,
And, with heart and hand, to be
Earnest to make others free!

They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing and abuse,
Rather in silence shrink

From the truth they needs must think:
They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

"Freedom," by James Russell Lowell

the earth is very


Outside the sterile province of philosophy, what we meet at every step is unreason, folly and passion. The wise men of antiquity succeeded in winning to themselves some little authority only by impostures, which gave them a hold upon the imagination, in their lack of physical force.

-Ernest Renan.

IT is a truly

sublime spec

tacle when in the stillness of the night, in an unclouded sky, the stars, like the world's choir, rise and set, and as it were divide existence in to two portions,-the one, belonging to the earthly, is silent in the perfect stillness of night; whilst the other alone comes forth in sublimity, pomp, and majesty. Viewed in this light, the starry heavens truly exercise a moral influence over us; and who can readily stray into the paths of immorality if he has been accustomed to live amidst such thoughts and feelings, and frequently to dwell upon them? How are we entranced by the simple splendors of this wonderful drama of nature!-Wilhelm von Humboldt.

Human nature craves novelty.-Pliny.

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