The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-11-16

he know that sin Is always dainty pink and never glowing, fiery, gory red? As far as he has gone in his chemical analysis he has verified the statement of the Bible, Let him go on and he may prove 1t to be exact,
 Quite recently an attempt has been made to prove, to New Haven people that sin Is hlue-"deeply, darkly, beau tifully blue"-Yale blue, in fact. Dr. Gates investigations ooncmsively prove the inaccuracy of this impression. Sin may be pink, but it is not blue, Grim son, the Harvard color may be, and doubtless is, the tint of deepest iniquity, but as for Yale blue-that is simply an error of the urscientific mind. In justice to the University such a statement ought not to pass unchallenged Had we the color card referred to above we might find that, literally as wei las metaphorically, blue is the hue of re- pentance, also of hopefulness, temper ance and morality. A series of experi- ments in the same line as those of Dr. Gates could be made in Yale's own phy- chological laboratory where the rapidi- ty of thought is measured, and the effect of odors exemplihed in diagrams. There 1t might be proved, according to Scrip- ture, that though sin might Turk in Hamilton and Dickinson, or stalk abroad at Rutgers and Harvard, there Is none of it at Yale
 THE INDIAN SUMMER. The few sere leaves that to the branches cling,
 Fall not to-day, so light the zephyr's breath;
 Der Autumn's sleep now plays the breeze of Spring,
 Like loves warm kiss upon the brow of death
 Serene the Armament, save where a haze
 Of dreamy softness floats upon the air, Or a bright cloud of amber seems to | gaze
 In mild surprise upon the meadows Summer revives, and like tender | strain
 Borne on the night breeze to the wan
 dering ear,
 With tender sighs melts Winters frosty
 chain,
 And smiles once more upon the dying
 year:
 Thus when we deem Times frost has
 chilled the heart,
 At Loves sweet call it's languid pulses
 start.
 Henry Theodore Tuckerman. | cnNrn csnpr rTrcy Au6,rJr DE, ,T>T,r-,
 The late Dr. Jewett once said to Mrs. Humphrey Ward: "We shall come in the future to teach almost entirely by biography. We shall begin with the life that is most familiar to us, The Life of Christ and we shall more and more put before our children the great | examples of persons lives so that they shall have from the beginning heroes and friends in their thoughts"
 Mrs. Ward, in talking to young peo- pie about books and reading, is stren- uous in dwelling upon the great advan- tage which people get out of a bit of stiff reading. She advises them to ex- ercise their minds as hard as they pos sibly can on a bit of science or of his tory and continue at it until they find that their minds grow and are strength ened in the process.
 Tn the long run." says Charles F. Richardson in "The Choice of Books, , nothing but truth, simplicity, purity and lofty purpose approves book to the favor of the ages; and nothing else ought to approve it to the individual reader. Thus the end is reached and the choice is made, not by taking a book because a course of reading com mands you to do so, but because you ! come to see for yourself the wisdom of the selection. The pure and wholesome heart of humanity-that which we call conscience-is the guide of readers as it is of every other class of workers in life"
 And this from MT Frederick Harri- son. as quoted in the same book, which, by the way, is well worth reading through: "Of the enormous mass of lit- erature how much deserves to be chosen out, to be preferred to all the great books of the world, to be set apart for those precious hours which are all that the most of us can give to solid read- ing? The vast proportion of books arg books that we shall never be able to read. A serious percentage of books are not worth reading at all. And yet we act as if every book were as good as any other as if it were merely a ques- tion of order which we take up first, as if any book were good enough for us, as if all were alike honorable, pre- cious and satisfying. How does the trivial, provided it is the new, that which stares at us in the advertising columns of the day, crowd out the inn mortal poetry and pathos of the human race, vitiating our taste for those exqui- site pieces which are a household word and weakening our mental relish for the eternal works of geniusW
 HILARY.