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assisted by the grace of God, as certain below par a thousand people have a like Pascal and Baxter evidently were, less successful life for a week. His they will be less than true; be is sub- business is to put heart in them for normal, and his views are apt to be six days' work and trial, but for that sub-normal, toodeficient in balance, enterprise a man's pulse must beat sobriety, charity. When a minister is high and his own heart be buoyant. untouched in wind, sturdy in limb, If his digestion be bad, then he goes clean in blood, you have a certain guar- into the pulpit and hits viciously at antee of bright, honest, manly think- some heresy or mourns the decay of ing. He is not likely to be falseito, morals. The people, who have been exhysterical, garrulous, simply because pecting a glimpse of heaven, go home he is sound in body as well as in mind in despair. The saints lament the de
(It is, however, possible to be ex- generacy of the times, and the young asperatingly healthy, and can people resolve that they will have nothunderstand a much tried woman being ing to do with religion. But the times driven away from a minister whose are really the best we have ever seen, radiant, unlined face showed that he and religion is the strength of the huhad never known pain, and who had man soul. The trouble is in this case married a rich wife, and taking refuge neither in the Bible nor the world, but in a church whose minister had a liver in the pulpit, which that day was filled and preached rampant Calvinism. by a hypochondriac or a melancholiac. “Was yon a man,”—so she put it-for Every church should have a physical a widow and seven children to sit examination at the entrance to the under?" Invalid ministers have a cer- theological college and only admit tain use and do gather sympathetic those men who would have passed as congregations-becoming a kind of in- first-class lives with an insurance comfirmary chaplains. But their ecclesi- pany. And the working minister astical and theological views must be should have his own rules of health, taken with great caution.)
to have his study re-charged with oxyIt is not extravagance to say that gen every hour, to sleep with his bedthe physical health of theologians has room window open, to walk four miles affected the religious character of na- a day, to play an out-door game once tions. No one can estimate how much a week, to have six weeks' holiday a Germany has gained from Luther's year and once in seven years three genial and robust nature, or Scotland months-all that his thought and lost through Calvin being a chronic teaching may be oxygenated and the invalid and Knox being a broken man. fresh air of Christianity fill the souls During lon centuries it was the cus- of his people. tom of Christendom for a baron to From “The Cure of Souls." By John Watson, send his able-bodied sons to the field D.D. (Ian Maclaren.) Dodd, Mead & Co., Pub
lishers. and any deformed or sickly lad to the Church. Was it wonderful that the theology and religion got out of touch with life, and became fantastic and unreasonable? Human life has now
ALONG SHORE. more doors for the infirm, and the "Come right in an' set down. Come Christian Church has ceased to be a in an' rest ye,” Elijah exclaimed, and home for incurables, but it is not as a led the way into his comfortable rule the strong, stirring, full-blooded kitchen. The sunshine poured in at boys of family who enter the the two further windows, and a cat ministry, but the lad who is half-alive, was curled up sound asleep on the who plays no games, who is painfully table that stood between them. There composed. This is a public misfortune, was a new-looking oilcloth of a tiled since, if any other man be out of sorts, pattern on the floor, and a crockery his wife suffers, but if a minister be teapot, large for a household of only
one person, stood on the bright stove. step in to ary one. Yes, ma'am, I I ventured to say that somebody must keep 'a-lookin' off and droppin' o' my be a very good housekeeper.
stitches; that's just how it seems. I "That's me," acknowledged the old can't get over losin' of her no way nor fisherman with frankness. “There no how. Yes, ma'am, that's just how ain't nobody here but me. I try to it seems to me." keep things looking right, same's poor I did not say anything, and he did dear left 'em. You set down here in not look up. this chair, then you can look off an' "I git feelin' so sometimes I have see the water. None on 'em thought to lay everything by an' go out door. I was goin' to get along alone, no way, She was a sweet pretty creetur long's but I wa’n’t goin' to have my house she lived,” the old man added mournturned upsi' down an' all changed fully. "There's that little rockingabout; no, not to please nobody. I chair o'her'n, I set an' notice it an' was the only one knew just how she think how strange 'tis a creatur' like liked to have things set, poor dear, an' her should be gone an' that chair be I said I was goin' to make shift, an' I here right in its old place.” have made shift. I'd rather tough it "I wish I had known her; Mrs. Todd out alone.” And he sighed 'heavily, as told me all about your wife one day, if to sigh were his familiar consola- I said. tion.
“You'd have liked to come and see We were both silent for a minute; her; all the folks did," said poor Elithe old man looked out of the window, jah. “She'd been so pleased to hear as if he had forgotten I was there. everything and see somebody new that
"You must miss her very much?” I took such an intrest. She had a kind said at last.
o' gift to make it pleasant for folks. I "I do miss her," he answered and guess likely Almiry Todd told you she sighed again. "Tolks all kep' repeatin' was a pretty woman, especially in her that time would ease me, but I can't young days; late years, too, she kep' find it does. No, I miss her just the her looks and come to be so pleasant same every day.”
lookin'." There, 'taint
much "How long is it since she died ?" I matter, I shall be done afore a great asked.
while. No; I shan't trouble the fish a "Eight year now, come the first of great sight more.” October. It don't seem near so long. The old widower sat with his head I've got a sister that comes and stops bowed over his knitting, as if he were long o' me a little spell, spring an' fall, hastily shortening the very thread of an odd times if I send after her. I time. The minutes went slowly by. ain't near so good a hand to sew as I He stopped his work and clasped his be to knit, and she's very quick to set hands firmly together. I saw he had everything to rights. She's a married forgotten his guest, and I kept the woman with a family; her son's folks afternoon watch with him. At last he lives at home, an' I can't make no looked up as if but a moment had great claim on her time. But it makes passed of his continual loneliness. me a kind o good excuse, when I do “Yes, ma'am, I'm one that has seen send, to help her a little; she ain't none trouble,” he said, and began to knit too well off. Poor dear always liked again. her, and we used to contrive our ways The visible tribute of his careful together. 'Tis full as easy to be alone. housekeeping, and the clean, bright I set here an' think it all over, an' room which had once enshrined his think considerable when the weather's wife, and now enshrined her memory, bad to go outside. I get so some days was very moving to me; he had no it feels as if poor dear might step thought for any one else or for any other right back into this kitchen. I keep place. I began to see her myself in a-watchin' them doors as if she might her home, a delicate-looking, faded lit
tle woman, who leaned upon his rough read the history of Mrs. Tilley's best strength and affectionate heart, who room from its very beginning. was always watching for his boat out “You see for yourself what beautiful of this very window, and who always rugs she could make; now I'm going opened the door and welcomed him to show you her best tea-things she when he came home.
thought so much of,” said the master "I used to laugh at her, poor dear," of the house, opening the door of a said Elijah, as he read my thought. shallow cupboard. “That's real chiny, “I used to make light of her timid no- all of it on those two shelves,” he told tions. She used to be fearful when I me proudly. “I bought it all myself, was out in bad weather or bailed about when we was first married, in the port gittin' ashore. Sue used to say the of Bordeaux. There never was one time seemed long to her, but I've single piece of it broken until- Well, found out all about it now. I used to I used to say, long as she lived, there be dreadful thoughtless when I was never was a piece broke, but long at a young man and the fish was bitin' the last I noticed she'd look kind o' well. I'd stay out late some o' them distressed, an' I thought 't was 'count days, an' I expect she'd watch an' o' me boastin.' When they asked if watch an' lose heart a-waitin'. My they should use it when the folks was heart alive! what a supper she'd git, here to supper, time o' her funeral, I an' be right there watchin' from the knowed she'd want to have everything door, with somethin' over her head nice, and I said 'certain.' Some o' the if 't was cold, waitin' to hear all about women they come runnin' to me an' it as I come up the field. Lord, how called me, while they was takin’ of the I think o' all them little things!" chiny down, an' showed me there was
“This was what she called the best one o' the cups broke an' the pieces room; in this way," he said presently, wrapped in paper and pushed way laying his knitting on the table, and back here, corner o' the shelf. They leading the way across the front entry didn't want me to go an' think they and unlocking a door, which he threw done it. Poor dear! I had to put open with an air of pride. The best right out o' the house when I see that. room seemed to me a much sadder and I knowed in one minute how 't was. more empty place than the kitchen; its We'd got so used to sayin' 't was all conventionalities lacked the simple there just's I fetched it home, an' so perfection of the humbler room and when she broke that cup somehow or failed on the side of poor ambition; it 'nother she couldn't frame no words was only when one remembered what to come an' tell me. She couldn't think patient saving, and what high respect 'twould vex me, 'twas her own hurt for society in the abstract go to such pride. I guess there wa’n't no other furnishing that the little parlor was in- secret ever lay between us.” teresting at all. I could imagine the The French cups with their gay great day of certain purchases, the be- sprigs of pink and blue, the best wildering shops of the next large town, tumblers, an old flowered bowl and the aspiring anxious woman, the tea caddy, and a japanned waiter or clumsy sea-tanned man in his best two adorned the shelves. These, with clothes, so eager to be pleased, but at a few daguerreotypes in a little square ease only when they were safe back pile, had the closet to themselves, and in the sail-boat again, going down the I was conscious of much pleasure in bay with their precious freight, the seeing them. One is shown over many hoarded money all spent and nothing a house in these days where the interto think of but tiller and sail. I looked est may be more complex, but not at the unworn carpet, the glass vases more definite. on the mantel-piece with their prim “Those were her best things, poor bunches of bleached swamp grass dear," said Elijah as he locked the and dusty marsh rosemary, and I could door again. “She told me that last
summer before she was taken away last time she was here that she guessed that she couldn't think O' anything they'd last my time.” more she wanted, there
every- "The old ones are always the pretthing in the house, an' all her rooms tiest," I said, was furnished pretty. I was goin' “You ain't referrin' to the braided over to the Port, an' inquired for er- ones now?" answered Mr. Tilley. “You rands. I used to ask her to say what see ours is braided for the most part, she wanted, cost or no cost—she was an' their good looks is all in the bea very reasonable woman, an' 'twas ginnin.' Poor dear used to say they the place where she done all but her made an easier floor. I go shufflin' extra shopping. It kind o chilled me round the house same's if 'twas a bo't, up when she spoke so satisfied."
and I always used to be stubbin' up “You don't go out fishing after the corners o' the hooked kind. Her Christmas?" I asked, as we came back an' me was always havin' jokes toto the bright kitchen.
gether same's a boy an' girl. Out“No; I take stiddy to my knittin' siders never'd know nothin' about it after January sets in," said the old to see us. She had nice manners with seafarer." 'Taint't worth while, fish all, but to me there was nobody so enmake off into deep water an' you can't tertainin'. She'd take off anybody's stand no such perishin' for the sake o' natural talk winter evenin's when we what you get. I leave out a few traps in set here alone, so you'd think 'twas sheltered coves an' do a little lobsterin'
them a-speakin'. There, there!" on fair days. The young fellows I saw that he had dropped a stitch braves it out, some on 'em; but, for again, and was snarling the blue yarn me, I lay in my winter's yarn an' set round his clumsy fingers. He handled here where 'tis warm, an' knit an' take it and threw it off at arm's length as my comfort. Mother learnt me once if it were a cod line; and frowned imwhen I was a lad; she was a beautiful patiently, but I saw a tear shining on knitter herself. I was laid up with a his cheek. bad knee an' she said 'twould take up I said that I must be going, it was my time an' help her; we was a large growing late, and asked if I might family. They'll buy all the folks can come again, and if he would take me do down here to Addicks' store. They out to the fishing grounds some day. say our Dunnet stockin's gettin' to be “Yes, come any time you want to," celebrated up to Boston,-good quality said my host, “'tain't so pleasant as o wool an' even knittin' or somethin', when poor dear was here. Oh, I didn't I've always been called a pretty hand want to lose her, an' she didn't want to do nettin', but seines is master cheap to go, but it had to be. Such things to what they used to be when they ain't for us to say; there's no yes an' was all hand worked. I change off to no to it." neulin' long towards spring, and I “You find Almiry Todd one o' the piece up my trawls and lines and get best o' women ?” said Mr. Tilley as my fishin' stuff to rights. Lobster pots we parted. He was standing in the they require attention, but I make doorway and I had started off down 'em up in spring weather when it's the narrow green field. "No, there warm there in the barn. No; I ain't ain't a better-hearted woman in the one o' them that likes to set an' do State o' Maine. I've known her from nothin'."
a girl. She's had the best o' mothers. "You see the rugs, poor dear did You tell her I'm liable to fetch her up them; she wa'n't very partial to knit- a couple or three nice, good mackerel tin'," old Elijah went on, after he had early to-morrow," he said. “Now counted his stitches. “Our rugs is be- don't let it slip your mind. Poor dear, ginnin' to show wear, but I can't mas- she always thought a sight o' Almiry, ter none o' them womanish tricks. My and she used to remind me there was sister, she tinkers 'em up. She said nobody to fish for her; but I don't
rec'lect it as I ought to.
I see you
den, over the downs, and stand alone drop a line yourself very handy now on the shore of the great sea. an' then."
It was already afternoon when we We laughed together like the best arrived dusty and travel-stained at the of friends, and I spoke again about hospitable door, which was wide open, the fishing grounds, and confessed shaded by vines, showing the interior that I had no fancy for a southerly dark and cool. Mrs. Tennyson, in her breeze and a ground swell.
habitual and simple costume of a long “Nor me neither," said the old fisher- grey dress and lace kerchief over her man. “Nobody likes 'em, say what head, met us with her true and custhey may. Poor dear was disobliged tomary cordiality, leading us to the by the mere sight of a bo’t. Almiry's low drawing-room, where a large oriel got the best o' mothers, I expect you window opening on the lawn and the know; Mis' Blackett out to Green half-life-size statue of Wordsworth Island; and we was always plannin' were the two points which caught my to go out when summer come; but attention as we entered. Her step as there, I couldn't pick no day's weather she preceded us was long and free. that seemed to suit her just right. I Something in her bearing and trailing never set out to worry her neither, dress, perhaps, gave her a mediæval 'twan't no kind o' use; she
aspect which suited with the house. pleasant we couldn't have no fret nor The latter I have been told, was fortrouble. 'Twas never 'you dear an' merly a baronial holding, and the fair you darlin' afore folks, an' 'you divıl Enid and the young Elaine appeared behind the door."
to be at one with her own childhood. As I looked back from the lower end They were no longer centuries apart of the field I saw him still standing, from the slender, fair-haired lady who a lonely figure in the doorway. “Poor now lay on a couch by our side,-they dear," I repeated to myself half aloud; were a portion of her own existence, “I wonder where she is and what she of a nature obedient to tradition, obeknows of the little world she left. 1 dient to home, obedient to love. The wonder what she has been doing these world has made large advance, and the eight years!”
sound of the wheels of progress was From “ The Country of the Pointed Firs." By not unheard in the lady's room at Far
Sarah Orne Jewett. Houghton, Mifflin & Com ringford. She was ready to sympapany, Publishers.
thize with every form of emancipation; but for herself, her poet's life was her life, and his necessity was her great opportunity
I recall Mrs. Browning once saying
to me, “Ah, Tennyson is too much inEMILY, LADY TENNYSON.
dulged. His wife is too much his secWhen I first saw Lady Tennyson she
ond self; she does not criticise was in the prime of life.
Her two enough.”
But Tennyson was not a sons, boys of eight and ten years per second Browning. The delicate framehaps, were by her side. Farringford work of his imagination, filled in by was at that time almost the same
elemental harmonies, was not to be beautiful solitude the lovers had found carelessly touched. She understood it years before, when it was first their his work and his nature, and he stood home. Occasionally a curious sight- firm where he had early planted himseer, or a poet-worshipper, had been self by her side in worshipping affecknown to stray across the grounds or tion and devotion. "Alfred carried the to climb a tree in order to view the
sheets of his new poem up to Longreen retired spot; but
rule don,” she said one day, “and showed Tennyson could still wander
them to Mr. Monckton Milnes, who watched and unseen through the gar- persuaded him to leave out one of the