The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1892-06-02
RIYAL GTVDENTS.
Sergeant Tiras's Advice to Sergeant Albert.
son Proyokrs Him.

son Provokes Hin.
Sergeant Oliver Tins, the Shakespearean
bookworm OF the Police Department. started
up from n reverie when Sun reporter entered
the station house in the basement Of tho City
Hall ON Wednesday. and told tho scholar that
his learned rival. Sergeant Charles Albertson
OF Capt. McL,aughlln's command. had thrown
overheard political economy. and proposed to
devote himself to astronomy hereafter with
the design OF demonstrating to Chic! Inspector
Steers and others that It was more cnnobling
to the mind as q study than political econ
omy. Political economy is favorite hobby of
Sergeant Tins when he Is not absorbing
Shakespearcana.
It was only few months ago that Inspector
Steers had awarded to Sergeant Tins the
palm rs the best-read man in the department..
Sergeant Albertson had prepared 70 dispute
Tims's claim to this distinction. and had for
months crammed poetry and philosophy and
political economy and ethics for the crucial
test. But he backed out when he heard that
tho Shakespearean scholar had In turn
crammed all he knew about things into lee
ture which he proposed to deliver in public.
The idea OF having to deliver rival lecture
fairly appalled, Albertson. and forced him to
retire from the contest OF book learning in dis
may. lIo turned away from thoughts OF his
Immediate surroundings and sought consola.
ton for loss OF literary prestige in tho depart
where. as he understands It, police lee.
Jurors are not troublesome: He says that
ne hnsno reason to regret having Kicked politi-
cal economy overheard. and that astronomy
has given him broader and grandcr concep-
had before He was % nam anxon sVep
learn whit Sergeant Tins thought Of his claim
that . asst astronomy r. was bigger ana better sub
Sergeant rims studied Tie ceiling OF the City
Hall station long time in silence before no
so Albertson has taken up the study of the
soo S so5 Up p for
Teamed back in his easy chair and et the . golden
tho ' stars aP S pretty PRRiE nss eaa
Longfellow calls them but. on the other hand
remember. young man. what George Eliot says
fSs .,sr r are : s s;iisn tru,, upon tree.
There 1t is in a nut shell. What on earth Is
out OF reach The world is great. as George
Eliot says md 80 is poiitcal economy for It
s % W S' 6s snr4 S'
and apply its truths to our relations with our
Tssp %R SH1 Hs1 1s1 The S'9% to
ty any tEs can be
time p9ktng around up there among the stars.
And he'd better come back and anchor to po-
cropping about among other worlds. And
moreover. his studying tho stars won't raise
they out tn be very sEy snss MhsS
they won't. So what good are theyY"
The Eenab ohuGksd as he said
ct him with smile he aIdoa to the reporter:
reading than the stars. Good boo ks promote
plensant thoughts, and You. and Abertson
R2 will o ae by well d to wSeS the r0
pleasantest things in the world are pleasant
thoughts. and the great art in life is to have es
put in his pipe and smoke"
into DARK rown When the reporter toid hm
tie stars and the worlds. and had intimatei
ho he @uttered ansriIy re" S H Horse dHs.
perpetualiy getting OF the same old chestnut
about s Shakespeare drawing his inspiration
Sergeant. Abertson buried his face in his
wrestle with his emotions. At length he ISoked
otter NIGHT when I was soandsman Wills
what he said were shak es peare's boss lines"
J.. and they wereT the reporter suggested.
They were these" the newly, fiedged as
tronomer retorted. TAX zen from Merchant OF
Venice" Mr.. Tins said
Look how tho floor OF heaven
ao's The 1Ssb
But in his motion like an angel sings.
Still curing to the youngeyet cherubtm:
Such harmony Is in immortal souls:
But whilst this muddy vesture OF decay
Doth grossly close 1t in we cannot hesr it
That's what you might call real seven ply
way through" tho Sergeant remarke ed. with
genuine admiration Of the brilliant imagery;
the dry old stuff than found rammed in Mr..
Tins books on political economy. l never
found any remedy for all the bug bears 1t scared
up. anyhow Political economy is all rot. any,
how. whereas the stars are das les"
who says 50 I" the reporter inquired.
THE poet Moir says SO in these words" he
replied. Take 'em down:
"Stars dases that begem
The blue fields OF the sky.
Behed by all ever"
"Sergeantw an authoritative voice ex-
claimed at Albersons car. and n hand laid
upon his shoulder cut short the flight into the
realms Of poetry.
The Sergeant turned and saw Capt. Nc
y ~. l. ii.