Morning journal and courier., 1893-01-07

self from the favor of this grand Edin-
bugh lady. Many, silent, dreadful are the
tragedies of this life from the needless
ness and the heartlessness of the rich and
great.
added TO his little store of books;
helped a little In other ways from nv own
slender purse; but my hesrt Aches and my
eyes mist in the longing for some good
and powerful mans there not such a
Scotehman In Scotland or Americas-to
place this blind singer where the songs Of
his tender heart may be made known 20 all
men Wherever my wSnderiDgs may lead
me cannot but hear his thrilling voice in
Aud Reckless" pleRskn. thorouahfnres
or see him in the little Gibbs Eutry home
cell, sitting In the silercss Of his sishfless
life, his faithful wife reading over and
over to him the songs of other men. or
taking down the lines that croEd upon his
trembling topgues-R trsnsoenleat picture
Of some modern Promotheus bound.
When trAmping upon ihe grand Scot
tish highways, and drawn from the road
to the fields by come vRgArous fancy. q
thrilling sense Of eXaltA.ion comes in The
accidental discovery Of some old Roman
road. lou have perhaps lespsd q wall
and come upon q ragged hollow. This
can be clearly traced straight as an arrow
for long distance. There is a won5rous
fascination In this brsmbls covered swaIl-
Hcu pother sbo1s for a little and find IL
paved with huge sto1es- More digging
discloses solid walls set beneath The ~
bish IF its sides
The ses itself hardly broke The line Of
this stout old artery, along which once
surged the iron blood Of Rome. Stern Ag-
ricola rode at the head of his legions past
the very spot on which yon are standing.
Almost ceassless tides of warriors sRept
over the road TO Mons GuADpas, that ten
thousand slain and stark Caledonisns
might form an impossible vail before the
mist wresthed mountains beyond.
Eighteen hundred years have passed
since Jealous D0:niiisn recalled to Rome
this inyincib,e lesdtr Uf steel. mailed
slaughierers. and the glo King pan of Tacl-
tus told the surPsss!ng bravery of the skin
clad Mortimer who fen beEesth his on
slsughts; but g. ynu iinS"r apon this cid
Roman way, dreaming nlril the sun is
almost level with ihe far mountain toyDs,
flaming their purple heather raRrvelausly,
countless wrsiths pRss ard T-pRss In olden
battle array.
Then thst 1t IL the uinetrenih and not
the first century upon which The sun is
shining Ii recalled 20 you by ihe face of e
keenly obseTvant but sale1ol collie dog
broom above yoar bead he has been
minaing flock Of sheep, grazing yonder
on the brae- side. and he has sieTped aside
for q moment TO interrupt your vsgarous
fancies shout Agricola and all The other
grim old fellows Of his blood letting time,
and to study your intentions and possibly
examine yonr credentials You beg his
pardon for the tIespRss: leap the vail to
the highway Hsain; gaze back down the
valley upon a score of red-roofed hAnlefs.
push forward 10 the way eide inn where
you are to tsrry; and, between the walls
of its huG chamber, you march In dreams
from tie Seven Hills to the GrKmpiRns,
with mailed hosts Rnd forests of spears.
along that old Roman road throughout The
livelong night. EDGAR L. WAKENAx.
Salvation OH gives perfect satisfaction
for hnr-fs with cracked heels. c. w. Lee,
4is W RsltN- st, Baltimore, Nd