Arizona republican., 1898-08-14

standing. Readjustment-that is what is needed; the round peopde should be dragged from the square holes. Untidy farm houses are empty of help; wo- men are starving in the slums. But they like the slums, and that is the saddest thing of all. They are neither poets nor artists. Neither the ethical nor aesthetic instinct draws them to brooks and fields and forests they would not enjoy cleanliness if they had it. peace would simply mean stagna- tion They want to hear the clang of the patrol wagon and have a saloon on the first corner and see the "scrap" when the tenant of the top floor back fails to return her neighbours flat-irons
 Readiustment-it might make the rt rld a flower garden, even without the roon-eyed smiles. If the lovely could be brought together. if the corn which is burned for fuel could feed the starving children. if the unapprecfated devotion could be more wisely be- stow ed, if suDerf1uitv could clothe nal7edness-well, in the eternal fitness Of things what seems to us discord is the finest harmony, and until we learn to listen we can keep silent, at least during the dog days
 
 "Let the greatest among you be ser want"
 Perhaps you have heard similar in- irnction: at least. it is to be hoped SO The heir to the kingdom of Great Brit ain and the Indian empire does moi dis'lain to incorporate the words, CT serve," in his heraldic device, but every we'll or i'll regulated denizeu of the Yankee nation fees from servitude as from the plague. The monastic or de-s with whom the hospital system originated had service to Gods unfor- tunate for the corner stone of their system, and my cook lady will not stay with me if I decline to accommodate her bicycle.
 "I gave Jane some liniment for her rheumatism,' said the Fire Tender "and she wanted t0 borrow my hat to wear to the Wild West show It might he a good thing if every me was obliged by law to work as 2 servant hefore becoming master It is thought by some that the time-hon- ored system Of Tagging has preserved the integrity of England, that no coun- try could lose prestige whose peers have served as flags to conmoners This point cf view will he called br7,, tal, for we do not all think alike We do not keep step for the reason that we do not listen to the same drum mers.
 But it matters not if the servant dis appears from real life, provided we do rot lose him out of fiction We could i'll snare Sam Weller. or Susan Ripper. or the Native or Yellow plush. that ante-bellum spelling reformer. or f Cumbo, the most delicious liar who ever distorted truth 1 Did you ever hear the story of the young man whose voice was so fine. hut whose heart was not humble? Some old monks lived in an obscure valley, and for many years had had no accession to their number so the tcnes which voiced the devotion at mass and vespers were thin and dis col dant. Even the birds flew away and would not listen. It seemed nec- essary to take some action in the mat | ter and the prior decided upon drastic nc asures
 . ''We will have no more singing" he said
 f'Eut, reverend father" said an old ~'Gnk. ''it would be proclamation not to sing the magnifcat." "Trne.' answered the prior Then e'ng Cur I,ady's hymn, but nothing else
 ' was the eve of Christmas, and the first vesDers of the nativity were to be 7rpe. lust as the old monks were de- narting for the chapel young man pie esented himself and asked to be kent as member of the order.
 That must be considered later.'' said the prior; meanwhile what can you do?"
 "I can sing" he replied They looked at each other
 ''Will you" asked one, "sing the Mapnificat at vespers this night?'
 Most gladly"
 And sing he did. in such glorious manner that the birds came back and listened
 What treasure we have gained ; said the monks to each other.
 That night an angel appeared.
 'I am sent" he said, tEtO ask why. in the first vespers of the Nativity. no Magnificat reached the listening ear of Cod
 The prior was astounded 'Never had it been sung so glori- ously as tonight he said ''Never have we failed to hear it. until tonight the angel made ans wer 'Iet me explain" broke in the young man. tI thought not of it's meaning, but only sang to gain your
 praise. Let me go away until my heart is tumb1e'
 So he went away, and the cracked an! discordant voices were lifted up again, and the birds departed but the
 Magnificent was heard in heaven-