way bv a minor prophet nor dreaming of the quite at the service of posterity to be feared though that the much given to and nuts has confessed boys will be boys may write a for a think s was an irish bull a who up fox and a chief upon change boys will be but dogs will all be moral with suited to diet the will fade from memory or live as portraits in large learned books distasteful to the feelings of an age nourished on purest beauty earth will hold no stupid brutes no cheerful no cunning grave absurdity pigs with tender and parental much as to their perhaps from too much crushing in the ark bv a prophet but taking that the by ridicule long headed legged solemn looking wise silent critics of a age the silly the weak hissing at of wheels � all these rude will have disappeared along with every human type by dint of diet all will be harmony of hue and line bodies and minds all perfect limbs well turned and talk quite free from aught e thus far in his s mantle but at this climax in his prophecy my sinking fearing to be urge me to speak high prospects these my friend setting the weak brain we will resume the thread another day to morrow cries at this hour no not to � i shall have a cold � bv a prophet at i fed some � tliis � ood by no tears are than the smile � with which i quit bitterly i that every change upon tliis earth is bought with my fail to reach that high mount which shows in bird s eye view a perfect world or enter warmly into other joys than those of struggling human kind that strain upon my soul s too feeble wing ends in i fall into short sighted pity for the men who living in those perfect future times will not know half the dear imperfect things that move my smiles and tears � will never know the fine old that raise my friendly the innocent that like a needless or black patch give those who wear them harmless happiness the and cracks in poor that touch me to more conscious fellowship bv a i am not myself the finest with my so poor to whom raw gives zest of wintry work could hardly fancy any joys quite with the s scent perhaps his highest hopes are not all clear of from that tis well that is not speaking in i am a clinging fl my life � my is i to nature s types which banish from worship beauty say you patience friend i worship in the temple with the rest but by my hearth i keep a sacred nook for and duck footed who and for the weary man in days of old and in that i clothe forms inherited from toiling generations daily bent bv a prophet at desk or plough or loom or in the mine la for the world nay i am apt when from too rash flight to grasp at and pity future men who will not know a keen experience with pity the pathos exquisite of lovely hid in harsh forms � not penetrating them like are divine within a common bush which by the heavenly guest so that men put their shoes off but like a sweet child within some walled cell who leaps and fails to hold the window s but having shown a little band is visited by tender hearts whose eyes keep watch about the prison walls a foolish nay a wicked for purest pity is the eye of love melting at sight of sorrow and to grieve because it sees no sorrow shows a love from its truer nature turned to love tf merest habit like the s bv a but i am still my prejudice is for the flavor of my daily food not that i the world is growing still as once it grew from ra and from night or have a too for the hope which dawned in human breasts a double with earliest of the rising light chasing the darkness and through many an age has raised the vision of a future time that stands an ai el with a face all mild the demon i too rest in faith that man s perfection is the crowning flower toward which the ui ent sap in life s great tree is pressing � seen in blossoms now but in the world s great to with and with deepest glow yet see the patched and citizen waiting upon tiie pavement with the throng while some victorious world hero makes entry and the peal of shouts and flash of uplifted hats bv b a run like a storm of joy along the streets he god bless him almost with a sob as the great hero passes he is glad the world holds mighty men and mighty deeds the music his like strong wine the moving splendor touches him with awe � tis glory shed around the common and he will pay his tribute willingly though with the earned by sordid toil perhaps the hero s deeds have helped to bring a time when every honest citizen shall wear a coat and yet he more easy fellowship with neighbors there who look on too and he will soon from noticing the and the to think with pleasure there is just one in his pocket that may serve to tempt the wide eyed lad weight is all too much for that young mother s arms and then he falls to dreamy of sunny days when he himself was a small big lad in some far village where no heroes came bv a prophet and stood a listener his father s legs in the warm fire light while the old folk talked and shook their heads and looked upon the 