ber that every life that is sacrificed to patriotism is not lost, but survives in the heart of the nation, and the heroes who have died for us enrich our common birth-right, and thus, in a historic as well as a spiritual sense, rise into immortality. We must all die, and we do not waste life so much by having its duration shortened as by having its worth dishonored and its spirit broken. We are not, then, disposed to be churlish in our plea for frugality, nor to put Poor Richard above St. John, nor supplant the Good Samaritan to set up Bentham or Malthus. Least of all do we side with | the bullionists, who measure wealth by the precious metals, and count men and nations poor precisely in the ratio in which they part with silver and gold. Silver and gold are of themselves almost the poorest kinds of property; for of themselves they are of very little use, and their main value lies in their ability to buy something better than themselves. Their use is not in keeping, but in exchanging them; and some men there are who are impoverished, like the fabled Midas, by having every thing that they touch turn into gold, and who have no moral power to turn their gold into true riches. Midas besought the gods to take away the fatal gift, and his prayer was granted by imparting the same power to the River Pactolus, in which he bathed. What greater curse could fall to any river than to change all things touched by it to gold? and old Egypt would be a sad loser by exchanging even its frogs and crocodiles for golden sands, and golden banks, and a golden soil instead of the tide of fertility and beauty that every year's flood pours upon the parching land. A certain amount of specie is needed to serve as the basis of circulation; but this amount bears a very small proportion to the wealth of a people, and generally the amount is greatest at the very times when prosperity most languishes. Our bankers must of course look well to their coffers, and have specie enough to secure them against any probable drain in seasons of mercantile depression, when credit is uncertain and the solid gold is in demand. But we can conceive of a state of society in which silver and gold shall no longer be kept out of their natural uses as metals by being made the mere representatives of other commodities, and the notes or promises of men shall have an assured value of themselves. Of course we do not deny that gold, and what represents it, is the best exchangeable security of value, nor are we in favor of expanding our paper currency; but we are simply arraigning the superstition that treats it as the only solid value, and measures the wealth of a people by the amount of gold in its coffers. Of itself it produces nothing; and land, machinery, roads, canals, ships, work-shops, schools, churches, are far more vital and productive property, and bring forth more and better goods. In fact, we are almost ready to assert the paradox as sober truth that the true economy lies not in hoarding money, but in spending it, and that the greatest prodigals on earth are those who spend the least, and so shrivel and dwarf their higher nature as to become wretched money-bags instead of children of God, and recipients of His grace, and almoners of His bounty, and stewards of His gifts. We have thus glanced at the measure of wastefulness in its relation, quantity, and quality. Its method is capable of similar definition, although we ean bat touch upon it in passing. What is wasted relatively to us is lost by our inability or unwillingness to possess or use it, and thus the waste is to be ascribed to our limited power or opportunity. So far as the substance wasted is concerned the loss is to be ascribed generally to one of two processes, that may be regarded the one as more positive, the other as more negative. Things perish either by decay or consumption-or to use plainer words, they either rust out or wear out; and life itself takes the same course, and stagnates or burns, according as sloth or excitement preponderate. Things inorganic are lost either by their decay or their destruction-as iron, which rusts out when not worn out or burned out; or grain, which rots or ferments when not consumed by insect, beast, or man; or clothing, which is eaten by moths, or disintegrated by time and the elements, when not worn out or destroyed. Things organic obey the same law only in a higher plane, and perish either by neglect or overactivity. Thus a tree dies when it has no earth nor water to feed upon, or when it is not quickened into sufficient activity to digest its food. It may die, too, of excess either of food or activity, and many a hopeful plant under our eye has been lost by a surfeit of nutriment or by a precocious putting forth of its branches. Mental life follows the same law, and man, physical, intellectual, and moral, goes to waste both by inaction and overaction. The law of our being is, that we live by duly taking and giving, by receiving and doing, or by food and exercise, learning and obeying, or by being acted upon and acting. Whatever interferes with either function of our nature tends to waste our life by exhausting or consuming its opportunities and its powers. Surely he who neglects or abuses the abilities within him and the opportunities around him, squanders the means of living, and is therefore the worst of spendthrifts, no matter how much or how little of this world's goods he hoards. His wastefulness may take one of two forms, according as it is more sluggish or acute, or may partake more of the nature of sloth or excess, sluggishness or intemperance, and rust out or burn out. A man seems to rust out the sooner as he couples excessive indulgence with scanty performance, and to burn out the sooner by combining excessive labor or excitement with scanty rest and nutriment. To receive without giving, or to enjoy without exertion, is the wastefulness of inertia, and to work without repose or nutriment is the wastefulness of overactivity. The two processes, so different in some respects, are the same in one respect, and to rust out is but slowly to burn out; for the rusting iron wastes away slowly by the same consuming oxygen that devours it so swiftly under the blow-pipe. In fact, nothing can keep wholly still, and the solid rock crumbles into the dust which is food for the lichen on its surface or the vine at its base, and the sluggish waters stagnate into a revolting and noxious vitality. He therefore who hides his talent in order to save it is sure to lose it; for every faculty that is not used is virtually lost, and the moth or rust that doth corrupt is as rapacious as the thieves that break through and steal. Between rusting out and burning out we waste much of our lives, and the two kinds of prodigality approach each other, as says the proverb in Holy Writ: "He also that is slothful in his work is brother to him that is a great waster." Sometimes, indeed, he that burns out in one respect rusts out in another respect, as in the house of Dives, who keeps the key of his wine-cellar bright with use, while the key of his library and chapel rusts with disuse; and they who allow their better faculties to stagnate are quite sure to have some unhallowed fires burning below, as when the beacon-light is quenched on the tower, and the keeper revels with his minions in the den beneath. We have now glanced at the measure and the method of wastefulness; and it is time to apply our principles to practice, and see how it is that we squander our opportunities and powers, alike material, social, and religious. The simplest of our duties may appear to us in a new light, when taken out of the field of mere routine and seen in the light of first principles. Take the matter of health, for instance. We have no new statistics to give, and are always too much scared at the tables of disease and death to dwell upon them with any satisfaction or persistency. It is appalling to think how many lives are enfeebled, crippled, or lost by neglect and indulgence that the merest common sense ought to check; and as a people we seem determined to waste the great sanative elements and forces of nature, and trust to artifices and nostrums to keep us alive. The air, the water, light, warmth, electricity, as the God of nature sets them before us, are the great medicines; and we set them at naught in the very regions where they most abound, as any man must own who is aware of the fondness with which so many country people affect close atmosphere and drugs, and shun the genial breeze, and the flowing stream, and dashing shore. We are probably understanding these matters better, and attending to the care of our bodily health more wisely, yet not always with a due sense of its bearing upon mental health. Human welfare depends not so much upon physical fullness or robustness as upon a certain capacity for mental and moral efficiency and comfort; and it is a great mistake to cherish the stomach and the muscles without as careful regard to their relation to the brain, the senses, the faculties, and the affections. There is a difference between animal health and human health, both in respect to the comfort and energy resulting, and he who is fatted like the swine, or hardened like an ox, is not by any means in the best trim to do the work or take the satisfaction that belongs to a man. The best condition for intellectual and moral excellence is removed alike from plethora and hardness, and the sound body for the sound mind has of itself a mental and moral character, and like the blood-horse that man loves to ride, is not all animal but half human. We quarrel, therefore, with gross indulgence not merely for the visible wreck which it works, but for the higher edification which it prevents; and when we number the victims of gluttony, debauchery, and drunkenness who have gone to positive ruin, we must not forget the far greater number whose less conspicuous indulgence robs them of the best physical conditions for tranquillity, purity, wisdom, and force. The soul grieves at all surfeits of the senses, and the wings of Psyche droop under the burden before her feet stumble and her pulse faints. Overwork may be also wasteful of our best health, although not in so shameful a way as self-indulgence; and while we have great respect for the muscular school of men, we have great misgivings as to the wisdom of emulating the brawn or the stomach of a pugilist or coal-heaver, and must believe in a different training for the finest work and zest of our human life. There must be something of the ascetic in the true scholar and thinker, the artist, the statesman, and even for the good man of business. What that fine quality of health comes from that affords the physical basis of sweet temper, clear thought, brave purpose, and open vision, it is not easy to say; yet it is safe to declare that something more than much blood and full mus cles are necessary to this result; and that they are sad spendthrifts of nature and life who fail to win this precious gift, and who allow the flesh to clog or distract the spirit. Much folly, brutality, peevishness, and impiety have their root in the body and its habits; and if we add to the mischief of our sins of commission the burden of our sins of omission, the vision is appalling. It is a startling sight for a reprobate to look upon the picture of himself in his early purity, and contrast the former Hyperion with the present Satyr. It might startle some of us who are not reprobates to confront our present pale, languid, excitable body with the reasonable ideal of health that we might realize. Much as we try to work and enjoy, we probably do not get half of the good out of our constitution that a true use of nature and judicious care of health would sccure. Nature has a gospel of her own which we sadly refuse to hear and obey; and the sweet air of heaven, and the cleansing water of the river and the ocean, are not only symbols of a faith that we neglect, but apostles of a health which we abjure. We are prodigal sons toward this benign mother, and need to turn from our husks, and our swine, and our revels, to ask her pardon and win her blessing. When we are at peace with her we are at peace with our own organism, and acted upon by the elements and reacting upon them in due order, the senses, muscles, nerves, pulses, move in their true orbits without torpor and without distraction. If health is the true adjustment of our relation with nature, wealth is the adjustment of our relations with the products of nature that we call property. All wealth comes out of the ground, and human art elaborates the various yields of the soil. What spendthrifts we are of this fruitful source of our riches! and we Americans have wasted already the finest part of our domain by exhausting tillage without corresponding nutriment. We have worn out much of our soil by robbing it of its fertilizing properties, and have sent away thus not only our money but our land in exchange for the silks, laces, and wines of Europe. We are learning better now, but too slowly, and it will be a blessed day for the nation when instead of roaming from ocean to ocean to skim the riches of the surface, we give ourselves to the thorough tillage of our old settlements, and by opening the depths of the soil, and using the sewerage of our great cities, we stop the prevailing vagrancy and wastefulness, and also secure the compact and patient civilization that belongs to the best condition of humanity. A little experience in farming teaches marvelous lessons to the most plodding observer; and it is strange that so many are ignorant of the fact that land generally needs feeding as much as cattle, and that the land which is most beautiful and healthful in this country has been almost starved to death. We made a calculation lately of the value of the waste bones from the kitchen in providing nutriment toward the garden that produces the kitchen vegetables, and any man who knows the worth of a barrel of pulverized bone on the soil may see at once the worth of the material of this kind that might be furnished from the three hundred and sixty-five dinners in a well-to-do family, to say nothing of breakfasts and suppers. We might go into this matter of prodigality to any extent, and compare our ways with European frugality. We are probably the most wasteful people on the face of the earth; and in dress, food, furniture, equipage, houses, we spend more in proportion to our means than any other people. We care less, however, for the loss of property than of peace to spare, and our able-bodied men, instead of exof mind; and while we like to see rich men circulate hausting our harvests by supernumerary mouths, are their money freely for the refinements, elegances, not enough to consume all that we produce, and are and comforts that employ labor and taste, with- all needed to settle our new lands, to complete our out depraving morals, we grieve every day at the great works, to perfect our industry, and strengthen fearful tyranny which seems to compel so many our nation. When we go to war the flower of our families to spend more than they can afford, and to population must be at once in the field, and not only complain that they can not spend still more. Lux- cut down in fearful numbers, but under circumury is, or has been, certainly becoming the desire, stances most maddening and imbittering; for cerand to a great extent the habit of our people, and tainly those are the worst passions that come from the very wealth the acquisition of which made the the perversion of the closest ties and quickest sensiold generation strong is making the new generation bilities, and they who have been most nearly allied weak and exacting. The earnings of ordinary in- to each other, and who touch each other in the most dustry amount to very little compared with the costs points, can most irritate and wound each other. of dainty living; and hosts of young people, looking There can be no great battle in this country that with contempt upon the wages of industry, neglect will not bring acquaintances and friends face to face, the habit itself and bring others to neglect the habit. and in many cases the commanders of the two forces So luxury is raising up an idle class whose indo- themselves must be found to have been of old comlence is matched by their exaction, and who not rades of the same table and soldiers of the same only waste time and money but life itself. We flag. We confess to looking with such horror at hardly dare to make an estimate of the labors and the idea of a civil war in the United States, as to earnings of the more luxurious class of young men find no sufficient excuse for it but the preservation in our cities with their humble imitators. We could of the very life of the nation. The expense, monnot venture to pay for their shoe leather out of their strous as the cost of war always must be, is the least earnings, and would be glad to know that they item in the waste; and we are glad to have the squandered nothing more valuable than money. | financial view presented, because it is the external The great loss is of practical habits, earnestness, form of a still more ruinous fact, and the loss of fidelity, and all the virtues that come in the train millions of money is one aspect of the destruction of a serious purpose. With all our terrible reverses that wastes millions of lives and characters. in trade we still are not half sobered, and although Mexican war was comparatively a small affair, bewe are said to be ruined every few years, we are on ing waged upon foreign soil with a strange and feethe whole a luxurious, self-indulgent people, and ble people, and for a limited season and with a deare not willing to make sacrifices of our ease and cisive result. Yet it cost some hundred millions of profit to our country or our race. In this point of dollars, a sum sufficient to complete the highway view we recall with some chagrin the circular letter from the Atlantic to the Pacific, or to build and enwhich Washington addressed, June 8, 1783, to the dow a magnificent university in every State in the Governors of the several States from his head-quar- Union. Only two thousand of our troops were reters at Newburgh, and in which he urged four things ported as killed in battle, but there are no returns as essential to the existence of the United States as of the numbers whose health was shattered, and an independent power. After urging the necessity whose habits were demoralized. What war is when of an indissoluble union of the States, a regard to both parties bring into the field the new science and public justice, the adoption of a proper peace es- art, the recent battles of Europe show; yet even tablishment, he named, as the fourth essential, "the those chapters of death would hardly begin to depacific and friendly disposition which will induce scribe the horrors of a conflict that arrays the peothem to forget their local prejudices and politics, ple of one tongue and kindred and country against and in some instances to sacrifice their individual each other along the borders of two sections thouadvantages to the interest of the community." Such sands of miles in extent, and converts the line of self-sacrifice is, we fear, not very common now, and patriotic fellowship into a line of deadly hostility. there is reason to believe that some of the very per- We have had no difficulties that might not have been sons who are most severe against the sins of their peacefully adjusted, and we are convinced that if neighbors are most clamorous for their own advance- they who drew the sword had peacefully appealed ment, and while one hand holds out the cross in the to our civil tribunals, they would have found their face of an antagonist, the other hand clutches the rights safe and our Constitution unbroken. staff of office or the purse of favor. The boasted cure for an age of luxury is war, and we are ready to allow that the discipline of the camp is a wonderful check upon effeminacy and selfindulgence. The military and naval training of the old world, combined with the favorite field-sports, probably saves the wealth and nobility from degenerating; and we believe that the best specimens of our citizen soldiery do much for the manliness and energy of our young men. We do not deny that war has its uses, and by a fearful necessity, like the storms in nature, it sometimes clears the sky and establishes the healthy equilibrium. Yet it is always a fearful necessity that commits a nation to it, and implies fearful guilt in one or both parties. Here the common excuses for war wholly fail, and sach peculiar horrors come in the train of civil strife as to put a fearful responsibility upon those who begin the hostilities. We have no surplus population The There are some things, indeed, worse than war, and a man had better die in battle than renounce his God or his country, shame his soul or his race. Yet it is hard to imagine any thing, except the utter wreck of our nationality, worse than a civil war in America; any thing more wasteful to property, life, industry, humanity, and religion. But when war is forced upon a peaceful and industrious people in defense of its public life, we must not forget that this, like every other misfortune, is full of compensations. Even the loss of property is not without great counterbalances, and the treasure expended in defense of the national Constitution is expended virtually for the security of the Government which, in its liberty and order, gives industry its motive and property its security. It must be remembered, moreover, that money spent in such a way as to defend national institutions and to strengthen national character, completes and perfects the social mechan ism that produces, distributes, and utilizes wealth. We do not wish to say any thing to favor public prodigality, or tempt our people to borrow money, yet we must consider that national loans are not the only form of public debt; but a hundred millions of dollars sent out of the country for liquors that fever the blood, or for laces and silks that endanger our republican simplicity, may impoverish us far more as a nation than the same amount of money spent at home among ourselves in arming and equipping the defenders of our liberties and our laws. the golden gate; and if he will serve the least of God's creatures kindly and truly, he will find that he receives more than he gives, and human service opens human fellowship, and changes his path through the wilderness into a walk in that garden of God, which every worthy life has been enriching since time began. If we complain that we have no friends, it is generally because of our own selfishness; and so far as our experience and observation have gone, we can say that the people who complain most of the coldness of the world, and wonder that their hearts are wasting their sweetness on the desert air, are the very persons who repel society by coldness or exaction, and who are as reasonable as the north wind would be in growling at the chill that comes from its own icy breath, and wondering that the zephyr was so ungenial as to take flight before its frowning face and biting tooth. All habits and passions, then, that shut us up within ourselves, or withhold our service from the living world, we regard as eminently impoverishing, and we set them down as consumers of human life. It takes time to foot up their consequences and show the degree and kind of waste. Herein one aspect of time presents itself to us that is not usually taken into the account-that is, the aspect of time as show current of our circumstances and characteristics. In all that we have been saying we have taken it for granted that character is the greatest treasure, and what harms the worth of a nation or a man wastes more good than any loss of wealth. Worth is measured by the qualities that are truly human, and he has the most of it who is in the best relations with humanity under God, and who enjoys and imparts true human welfare. We quarrel with all vices, crimes, and cruelties, mainly because they waste this treasure of worth and cut the offender off from true fellowship with his race. We are not disposed to deny that each person has original sensibilities and powers of his own, nor to set any limit to human capacity under good influences; but we have little confidence in any right development of the man apart from human society, and we must regarding the momentum or the combined and continuous him as the saddest of prodigals who wastes the great treasure of human sympathy, and sells his birth-right for any mess of pottage, or mine of gold, or lure of ambition. Genius itself is lost when it fails to hold communion with the great human heart, and it is able to give freely of its sparkling waters only when it has freely received them at the original fountain. Those of us who are of common mould much more need this fellowship, and we are in a bad way when we are not looking for guidance to some master and giving help to some follower. Probably most of our loss of worth in our childhood and youth came from contempt of superiors, and most of the waste of our manhood comes from neglect of inferiors; and no man can survey his life as a whole, without bitterly lamenting the kind and judicious guardianship that he has rudely rejected, and the protection and counsel that he has too often selfishly withheld. We may measure our growth by our conquest of both failings, and be quite sure that we are made whole not by any pert, conceited individualism, but by the reverence and fidelity with which we accept and apply the great mind and heart of our race under its providential leaders and their loyal followers. The fruits of this mind are all around us in the arts, sciences, institutions, poetry, history, industry, labor, worship, and life of civilized and regenerated humanity, and we waste them when we fail to receive them with love and use them with faithfulness. If any man is tempted to complain of his limitation, and to blame the stars for not making of him a genius or a hero, let him ask himself if he is looking up in any way for guidance from superiors, and look-ness. ing around in any way for votaries whom he may bless. He will not think that he has no friends if he has shown himself friendly, nor complain that he has no encouragement if he is willing to submit himself to his masters, and from books, institutions, or society, drink of the waters from the delectable mountains. We certainly must think him a miserable spendthrift who goes through life an alien from the great human heart, neither blessing it nor blessed by it. He need not go far to find a mine of worth opening upon him beyond any that the great earth holds in her caverns. Some little child may unlock Three moves, says the proverb, are equal to a fire; and we may say with equal truth that three changes in our leading life-purpose, three vacillations in the line of our primal plan, are equal to a ruin, and persistency is the crowning element of strength and peace, the prevailing safeguard against wastefulSociety and the race show the working of this great law of continuity, and they are the great enemies of mankind who break the line of social progress and throw good institutions and ideas off from their Providential track. They rob God and humanity of their due, and not only steal the fruit of the good tree of life, but destroy the tree itself. They on the other hand are the great benefactors of the race who originate and keep in activity the most useful and enduring powers and principles. They build and preserve the highways of the ages. They plant the trees that generations shall call blessed. They save life itself. Editor's Easy Chair. HE Easy Chair often feels as if it must have its reputation for good manners by the profound silence it observes with regard to most of the letters and offerings which are sent to it. But it is not from unkindly carelessness of such favors. They are read, and if of no especial moment are laid aside. They are brigaded, as it were, and encamped, and on some sunny morning they are called upon parade, and, with drums beating and flags flying, a grand review is held. Such a review Major-General Easy Chair proposes to hold to-day. Not, certainly, of all the army, a great part of which still lies snugly and whitely encamped in the drawer at his side, but of those parts which seem peculiarly fitted to gratify the spectators and to help the service. Let the bugles sound, then, and the drums beat, and the Major-General's salute be fired as he takes his place at the head of the column and the soldiers file by. The fullest force is the light Pegasus Cavalry. Here, for instance, is a dashing charge: "OUR BANNER IN THE SKY," Sweep cold gray clouds across the sky, Fall cold gray shadows on the sea! Draw close your veil 'twixt light and dark, But still the heavy-headed cloud Lifts, genii-like, its darkening form, I silent stand to wait the end: The tempest's howl, the water's dash, The tossing waves upon the cliff, The thunder-bolt, the lightning flash. I know that when its wrath is spent The angry cloud will melt away, And the sun, sinking in the west, Give promise of a brighter day. And so, O Lord, across our sky, Where red and white together blend, And stars smile from the field of blue, A veil of darkness thou dost send. War's rattling thunder shakes the air, To heaven through the thick darkness stream, But still, O Lord, we know the storm, Through the blood-sweat and pain of war Shall shine the red, the white, the blue. should understand that the "gens" of the Easy Chair -that is to say, the editorial fraternity-is not without some feeling of honor toward all private contributors and toward the public. They are not altheir castles and bag luckless knights and ladies, and drag them by the hair of the head to Ogre Castle, thrusting them into the grated dungeon, where Jack saw them, until the ogreish appetite is sufficiently whetted. Oh no! not at all. Their heads are often enough so bald under the formidable frizzled wig of office! They are such sheep, or something else, under that tremendous lion's skin of editorial position. Dear contributors, look in the last Harper at that row of three bewigged judges-owls upon a perch in different stages of sleepy stupordoes it give you a profound reverence for the judiciary? No; of course not. Well, as we are not ogres, neither are we utterly vacuous judges, but just the most ordinary men and women. "Fame!" said a famous man to the Easy Chair-"what is it? Who ought not to think the very smallest beer of himself when he sees that Martin Farquhar Tupper is famous ?" Let Hamilton advance, and present arms, and be inspected. March! If you do I will kill you! And any unbribed and unpacked jury will pronounce such killing no murder. Easy Chair, it is not right. Your gens has the strangest notions of meum and tuum. What did Will Shakespeare say about his trash, and his good name, and filching, etc.? Suppose you go to market and chaffer about parsnips, as you have an inalienable right to do, would you think the market-man justified in trumping it over all the town? Well, we mortals from whose brains the soul-wings have not yet budded, go to you immortals full-fledged, simply in a professional way. We just ask you quietly to feel of us and see whether the development is in posse wings or in esse pin-feathers, and you go and beat the drums, and ring the bells, and proclaim to all the world, "Pin-feathers!" Didn't you ever read Lacon? Don't you know he says it is a great deal easier to bear our misfortunes than the comments of our friends upon them? I suppose, Easy Chair, I have been "respectfully declined" by every decent periodical in the country, and I am the sunshine of my county for all that, because they don't know any thing about it. But suppose every hill difficulty up which I had dragged, and every adamantine wall against which I had hurtled, had been mapped out and labeled for the eyes of my neighbors, where should I be now? Why, I maintain a respectable position in society only through my abounding secretiveness, and here you are going to undo the work of long years with a stroke of your pen, knowing all the time, as you must know, that nothing is more inexorable than print. Choate, or somebody, says a book is the only immortality, but a daily newspaper is a generation, and a monthly is a century at the very least-and for one's personal comfort a century is as bad as a mille-ry, if there is any such thing. When you are mad with the toothache, what consolation is there in knowing that it will all be over in a hundred years? You don't care whether life is a span or a drove, so it is long enough to be wretched in. And when I stand in the pillory for Shame to point his slowly un]moving finger at, what advantageth it me that 1900 will not know me? Easy Chair, you have destroyed my peace of mind. HAMILTON sent some verses to the Easy Chair a My cheeks are round and ruddy as any milkmaid's, and I am the astonishment of the country for walking, but Nofew weeks since, and learning his intention to say vember will see only an animula vagula, blandula-the something to the author, the author wrote this ex-shadow of a shade, at which the cow-boys will point, ellent letter. The few words intended by the Easy Chair were spoken last month; and certainly they could not have troubled the sleep or the sense of security of Hamilton. For he and all other friends VOL. XXIV.-No. 139.-I mournfully murmuring Ilium fuit, and it is you that will have fuited Ilium by holding that sword of "print" over my head all these beautiful brown October days that are coming! Ah me! why was I not born a plowman, or |