The age-herald., 1899-01-08

the ueIehSe ol thlS country and the protec-
 tion of it's people, but when the urgent ne-
 for you to marry fool" But he smiled
 benignly, for he knew how the young fel-
 low felt; he had been there himself.
 
 Every Richilieu has his Julie Into the
 life of every Ingomar some Parthenia shall
 come. If it were not so love would be no
 worthier than hate. Man has ever been
 ready to fight for his woman, but she her
 self has disarmed him forever At her feet
 he grovels in the dust, and in dreaming of
 her he conjures up more devils than riot
 through the corridors of hell. Not a fig
 for lover who doesn't tremble and grow
 hot and cold by turns in the presence of
 the adored adorabe! He is of no use as a
 lover; he should go be swineherd, or a
 philosopher. And with your arm around
 her in the shadows cast by the moon, you
 don't care baubee what the moon is
 composed of, you don't care as to the
 composition of anything under the shining
 pathway of the stars. You know only that
 she is the incarnation of every good and
 perfect thing given of the gods She is an angel that's just what she is, and whoso- ever sees her not as such is a benighted heather unworthy of an honest lovers re- spect. She never says "yes"-that is, if
 she knows her business-she acts it; but
 she does not overflow the great measure
 of your palpitating joy until she says, in
 woman's sweet little way, "We." It is
 that i've" that sets your heart to beating
 like a seyen-h -hundred-ton hammer beating
 joy out of the white-heated mass of life
 An! 'tis divine! and yet-well, there is no yet in such a case.
 An! golden youth, golden years golden
 world rolling it's way in the star-space of God! The doctrine of joy is triumphant. Sorrow and pain hooded with the mantle of
 unrest, fall back affrighted in the presence of every cheerful heart that joys in tile sunshine, leaps to the song of birds, and
 beats in unison with the laughter of child ren. We shall not feel the touch of the
 vanished hand, nor again hear the sound
 Of the voice that is still. But there are
 true hands and joyous voices enough in
 this world to fill our lives with the soft glow of beautiful peace. It is not given
 to us to fill the circle of our existence with all the forms and faces we would have here; but to every one is given the power to open the doors of the soul and let in the flooding beams of the truer, better and higher life. Let us fill our glasses high and
 drink to the deep damnation of all unrest! Christmas and New Years are not done yet; and connected with the merry-ma king ir,a i. am come to take you into my confidence.
 You may not care for that confidence, but here it is Two briar-root pipes lie before me. They are quite new, and are New Year presents, each from a friend loved of my soul ever since I began to face the world and seek as a youth to comprehend. That has not been so long ago as years count, but centuries in other aspects. The pipes are the most beautiful ever fashioned out of the root that grows in the vineclad hills and cornfields green of the sunny land of France. One is exquisitey mounted in silver, with stem of perfectly transparent amber. The other is solid and substantial, with sturdy stem of clouded amber. It has no mounting at all save a broad band of solid gold at the junction of the pipe proper with the amber. The two are su- perb examples of the pipemakers' art.
 In the years to come, whatever betide, these pipes shall be my most constant and intimate companions. They shall know every secret of my thoughts or acts, for I believe good pipe to be in some sense a sentient thing. It speaks to you when you are silent, and it is the best listener in the world. It shares your happiness You | can have no real unhappiness when it Is present. It soothes you, gives you comfort And when I smoke these two pipes that come to me as other blessings do with the new year, I shall think affectionately of ] the beloved who gave them; and no cloud l of smoke shall rise from them that shall l leave out of it's numberless dear shapes the | faces of the two beloved who remembered l in the dawn of the year the wretch who murmurs of the world as the world seems >to him in shadow and in the sunlight. Right l noble friends they are; brave. true, great hearted men who astonsh me and win my heart by their good will.
 Various other kindly evidences of good | will have come from other sourcea Mes- l sages and greetings of kindly nature,