, 1877-11-04

| OF food and wine, and know very we'll that
| hunger is difficult trial to endure; but you
do not SPEAK Of other wants; you say
| nothing of honor, OF faith to God anil
| other men, OF courtesy, OF lore without re-
| proach. 1t mag BE- that / am not very wisc,-
yet / think am,-but you seem to mc like one
| who has lost his way aud made i great error in
| life. You are attending to the little wants, and
! you have totally forgotten the great and only
real oues, like man who should be doctoring
toothacnc on the Judgment Day. For such
| things Us honor, and love, and tnith, are not
! ouly nobier than food and drink, but indeed I
| think that We desire them more, and suilcr more
I sharply for their absence speak to you rs
think you will most easily understand me Are
you not, while careful to ill your belly, disre-
garding another appetite in your heart which
spoils the pleasure Of your lie aud keeps you
continually WretcheI?"
Vlllon was sensibly nettlcd under all this ser
noniSing. "You think ! haye no sense
oous Of hon0f Ga knev he cried d. a1a an to poor
| rich people with their gloves, and you
blowing i'll your hands. An empty belly is
bitter thing, although you speak SO lightly OF it:
If you had had as many as I, perhaps you would
make the most Of tlat,-but I'n, not devil
from hell, God strike me dead! would have
you know I've an honor OF my own, as good as
yours though don't prate about 1t all day
long, as il it was Gods miracle to hare any.
It seems quite natural to mt; keep it in its
box till it's wanted. Why, now, look you here,
how long have been in this room with YOU!
Did you no: tell me you were alone
in the housc' Look at yourr, gold
plate: You're strong, you like put
| What did want but 4 jerk of the elbow and
here would have been you with the cold steel
! III your bowels, and there would have been me,
! linking in the streets, with artnfu Of gold
cups Did you suppose hadn't wit enough to
| see thatl And scorncd the acttun. There are
-FOUR damned goblets, as safe is in church;
| there are you, with your heart ticking us good
new; and here am l. ready to 90 out again US
! poor as came in, with nv own white that
you threw in my teeth! and you
| dead!"
The old man stretched out his right arm. III
will tell you what you arc" he suid. 4'You arc
| rogue, my man, an impudent and black
hearted rogue and vagnbond. hare passed an
1i111r 12ur WITH you; .! believe me, feel myself
my table But now am sick at your presence;
the day has come, and the night-bird should bc
OF to bis roost. VIII you go before, or a[ter,''
,. h1Gl you please,' returned the poet. ris-
| 1ns. believe you to be strictly honorable
| ie sh9ugatiully empticd his cup. ~ wish
| shocking On his head wth his knuclk]cs.
- age, age! the brains stiff and rheu1nat1c,'
! inc Old man preceded him from point Of
sel1-rcspect; Vllton followed, whstling, with
| his thumbs in his gire.
''God pity you," said the Lord Of Brisctout at
| the door,
| "Good-br, papa" returned Villon with a
yawn. MANY thauks for the cold tnutton.''
The door closed behind him. The dawn was
nreakns eyer the white roofs; a chill un-
| vifon stood and heartily stretched himself in
| the middle Of the road,
"A verv dull old gentleman he thought
~ wonder Wiat his goblcts nlay be worth"