, 1873-03-16

wonderfully little said about thesc things. Carlyle and
rhackeray the poets and satrsts, and tho goody ol
maids who write the novels, though they quite Slut
no mouths of these bEzye gentlemen, have IL 10
means driver such thoughts out Of their hearts, To
dive yo understand that they arc persons Of eonse-
3uencc they would think the last Degree OF yulg:ly
they do no. claim consequence, 1t Is not tecauEe
thcy do not Talue consequence. They Encw tn1s 10
asse openly their demand Is not the best Wa1 10 have
4 accorded them, The oy;d!ty Of Mrs. COY. bsovn
and Mrs Judge Jones for the best rooms at tue hote
md the recognition md sympathy o. 81 .ae r'.rsy
10 unknown IN Easana. out Ine wv
mannerg 10 different apparently, are not 40 different
eszentta;fv Both demand consideration and conte-
one ony more successfully than the 9th.
TIE quiet ns
bearfn9 eay very pleny, bee, nm pesson Of con.
ssauspSc" noth make the aarne inferior claim The
to other In foolish, yulgar and unsuccessful way.
"Poscn is tho name given to this wise, refined, and
successful manner OF sclfaesertion. It may be &c
ned "a the quality OF absolute qn5escence. BY ths
aId of it 10 moro with the Eembiance Of unconscious
ness through throng Of which We are inspecting
every individual Society has discovered {whas the
banE we keep people altogether in the dark 70 wha
we are thinking about. That which Serjt. Buzfri
found SO di1hculk,-to 2ook as though no one vert
looking at him,-London society has learned to do
"sr. oLAF's FOUNTAIN
is Norwegian poem by the talented young A1a1
mar Hjorth Boyesen:
Like ball OF blood-red fire
Sinks the gun o'er forc=ss sleeping,
Wondrousy In splenlor Gteerin8
Glaciers far with claud-capt sp1re.
Leaning on hfa stalv.rt steed,
Stands King Olaf, sad and weary;
Loath to view tho ruins drca.y,
Whereon flames cxultiug feed.
From below, nusaed ring,
Like the far, uuceasing dirEes
OF the family 1nurmuring surEca,
From hts uusing wakes tho King:
And q vast and weary throug-
1&,it r.
6pearmen, clad In wolf skins ta"uy-
Slowly wind the hills along.
Spoke warrior grave and boar.
70 the King his voice up,titsd: ~ s,i,tc,
''Tpssel and yan4uisled we nave u441le~1s
Sanity King, unto thy shore.
"we have cried to Thor and Frey;
But our gods moro Hre near Us,
Wrathfui Thor no more will hear us.
Give US wafer ere We die!
r. mya have heard that Christ the vhlte
Hath . bal,n for each disaster.
We will worship him, master,
Who our armies put to flight.
Then with holy zeal ag!ow,
With the power of strong believing,
swift tho Eirg his sword upaeavsng,
ernote the barren mountain bfo".
into spIintcrs tp1zug the sword :;
and tho mountains ancient giant
Housed its echoes fierce, denant,
As II nocking Christ the Lord
Aht but from the earth's deep breast
Came no bubblin2 fountain bursting:
Aud the barren land lay thirsting,
with its heavy doom oppressed
Rose q peasant then, and said,
Chuekiiug with cunning, low laugh,
HNow we know forsootl, Klng Ola1s
Sill is ancient Thor not dead"
Eferce the royal warriors frowned.
| "Slay the wretch y they shouted wildly.
But the King rebuked them m1ldlys
Low he knelt upon the ground
Grave and silent stood the throug,
| While be prayed with deep coutr1t1on:
nIord o save the n from perdllons
| am weak but Thou art strong"
/ And hIs tears fell hot and fast:
walked to life the barren mountain
| Upward sprang bubbling fountain,
| Rushing Ger the Buu-bl82ched waste.
| Now ia sheathed King Otaf's sword;
But the cross his zeal hath planted
In our land stands bright, undAunteds
| Cleaning over dafe and fjord.
| And his fountain pure and clear
| Mid tho dropping alder-bushrs
Still with Joyous cadence gushes,
| rhNrp to yEAf.