The age-herald., 1901-11-10
THE .MURMUR OF THE WORLD.
TRMINGHAM is full of kickers.
 The whole town has been kicking against the Dust Devil" so to sneak. Now that

And thither came Geraint. and under
 heath
 Beheld the long street of little town In long valley, on one side wherof White from the mason's hand, a fortress arose;
 And on one side a castle in decay, Beyond a bridge that spann'd dry ra-
 vine;
 And out of town and valley came a
 noise
 As of broad brook O CT a shingly bed Crawling, or like a clamor of the rocks At distance ere they settle for the night. And onward to the fortress rode the
 three
 And enter'd, and were lost behind the
 walls. "So," thought Geraint, q have track d
 him to his earth" And down the long street riding wearily Found every hostel full, and everywhere Was hammer laid to hoof, and the hot
 hiss And bustling whistle of the youth who
 scour'd
 His masters armor; and Of such one He askd, What means the tumult in the
 town?"
 Who told him. securing still. "The spar
 row-hanwkp
 Then riding close ,behind an ancient
 churl s=.>tr te..fss s.f sg e.r Who, smitten by the dusty sloping beam, Went sweating underneath a sack of
 corn, 7, s.s fSs as, # e4 Ask'd once more what meant the hub
 bub here? O.. s5s.a.---. Who answered gruffly,[ Ugh! the spar
 row-hawki' 1.s 4--s,rsf s8gft.ss s Then riding further past an armorer's, Who, with back turnd, an bow'd above
 his work,
 at riveting helmet on his knee, He put the self-same query, but the man Not turning round, nor looking at him, "Friand lie that iabors Tor sparrow
 hawk
 Has little time for idle questioners.', Whereat- Geraint hush'd into sudden
 spleen "A thousand pips eat up your sparrow-
 hawk
 Tits wrens and all wing'd nothings peck Ye think him qssa! ass rustic ssE1Eof vour oo,,rs The muTmar r,a5 a of s ths wofits What is it to o wretched set of sparrows, one and all, Who pipe of nothing but sparrow-h -hawfs! -Geraint and Enid.
 Every man and every woman amongst us have, kp9wpy an Enid and and a sparrow hawk, and all of. us, long, for the prince Geraint, my beloved. d.A-.AftAH The lesson of the wrongs and the loves is for us to take to heart today and every day, for fhs Isparrowhawks of the world, for ever wrong1 the Enids and teach the multitude that the rustic cackle of their bourgs Is 7the murmur of the world so long as it .caekles of them and their poor stolen glofy
 These sparrow-hawks confront us everywhere, these vain babblers and self seekers whose very charity is given that it may returif 10 them in material gain. whose hospitality is set forth that it may bring them some honor, pleasure, or profit in material value,
 Mark, you my beloved: mark all them that use or abuse you for selfish gain and to selfish ends! Whose will appear gen erous and tender to you and watchful of your comfort so that he or she may use you to selfish ends in the afteryhiles would steal from you, rob you of your good name, if that foul end would serve purposes of self better than apparent kindness serves them.
 Beware or these sparrow-hawks who will do good to you in these days of bare trees and chilling winds in the hope that you shall return r1em double value when there cometh the golden glory of sum mer in all it's spiendor. Beneath the feathers are talons cruel my beloved: the sparrow-hawk will in the end feed upon you. will rend you, wound you, give you aching heart!
 The brave and the strong shall find Enid in the fullness of time.
 Behold, there cometh her Prince Charm ing, and hand in hand they shall walk the glorious battlements in the fortress of joy. far above all the rustic cackle con- corning the sparrow hawks ill-bred in the