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I bave operated upon them twenty the cold and raging storms through the years ago, I think I could have given many varying seasons. One secret of you sight. It is barely possible that I their enduring strength lay in their can do it now, though it will cause you manly training and temperate habits. much pain."

From early boyhood they were inured “I can bear that,” was the reply; to bodily hardships. Not one of them “so you but enable me to see."

| roasted himself over a hot stove on cold The surgeon operated upon him, and wintry days. They were trained to was gradually sui ceesful; first there | breast the storm and breathe the open were faint glimmerings of light, then pure air. They were taught moderation more distinct vision. The blind father in eating and drinking, and to accuswas handed a rose; he had smelt one tom themselves to out-door exercise. before, but had never seen one; then he To his old age John Quincy Adams looked upon the face of his wife, who used to rise between four and six o'clock bad been so true and faithful to him ; according to the season, and either take and then his children were brought, a ride on horseback or walk to the Powbom he had so often fondled, and tomac River, where he bathed, remain. whose charming prattle had 80 fre-ing in the water for an hour or more in quently fallen upon his ears.

the summer. Returning to the White He then exclaimed: “O, why have I House, he read two chapters of Scott's seen all these before inquiring for the Bible and the corresponding commenman by whose skill I have been evabled tary of Hewlett, and then glanced over to behold them! Show me the doc- the morning papers and the budgets tor." And when he was pointed out to sent from the departments until nine, him, he embraced him, with tears of when he breakfasted. From ten until gratitude and joy.

four he remained in the Executive So, when we reach heaven, and witb Office, presiding over cabinet meetings, unclouded eyes look upon its glories, receiving visitors, or considering queswe shall not be content with a view of tions of state. Then after a long walk these. No, we shall say, “ Where is or a short ride on horseback, he would Christ? He to whom I am indebted sit down to dive at half past five, and for wbat heaven is ; show me Him, that after dinner resume his public duties. with all my soul I may adore and Not one of these grand old men praise Him through endless ages.”— | learned his habits in the ill-ventilated, Christian at Work.

pernicious atmosphere of drinking saloons and ball rooms.

We have no great opinion of some Victor Hugo.

things Victor Hugo, the poted French

author, has done and written. Still, as BY THE EDITOR.

a writer and as a man, the world can

learn useful lessons from him. A great Severe brain work seems, in many part of his life has been spent in fighting cases, to be conducive to health and what he deemed wronge. He fought long life. Many of the great authors Louis Napoleon all through his French of this century, men of great brains, domination. For this he was driven have been meu of strong and vigorous from his country, and from principle he bodies. Goethe, the Humboldts, Ritter refused to return when the French Govthe geographer, our own Bryant, and ernment offered an amnesty to politmany other Americans of note, reached ical exiles. Hugo is a hale man of 84 an old age of unabated vigor. Unlike years of age. The infirmities and marks Sydney Smith, wbo, as he himself had of old age he bears and improves with foretold. began to die at the top, his cheerful grace. Strong, straight and brain giving way first, these well-pre- well built, his presence would attract served fathers in letters stand amid the vour eye among a thousand other men. storms of life, like the stately oak in the He is a man of plain, simple habits, a forest, lifting its tall and tough top far great favorite of the common people. above its fading fellows, having gathered During bis exile at Guernsey, he did enduring strength from its batiles with his own marketing, and had many kind words for the market-women, who missed their full meaning, while others are like him greatly when he left the place. i a passing flash letting light into a dark They used to wrap up his butter between place through a crevice. As many of two cabbage leaves, and place it at the our young readers may not have any of bottom of his old-fashioned basket. The Hugo's works at haud, we will give them following pen-picture from a foreign skimmings of his Les Miserables, gathcorrespondent, shows him to us on a pub-ered in a reading of it years ago : lic occasion :

"Place your hopes in the man to “When Victor Hugo rose to speak whom it is impossible to succeed.” the five years of added age fell easily “Let us look at the road by which off his shoulders. He stood straight the fault passed.” and square. The eyes which had been “Not the man who commits sin, but half masked beneath drooping lids be- he who produces darkness is guilty.” gan to dilate and glow. The fires [Both are guilty.-Ed. G.] which you thought extinguished, blazed | “Bishop Myriel often sat in darkness up; the Hugo who stood before you was with the bereaved.” the Hugo of “Hernani,” of “Les Ori. “ The brutalities of progress are called entales," fresh, vigorous, alert, in all revolutions. They chastise the human the imperishable youthfulness of genius. race, but it moves onward.” The first word he uttered rang through “ Frances de Sales says: 'Every the vast ampbitheatre, grave, sonorous, bishop bas followers many-sucking and powerful. There was not a trace of priests. How easily ambition calls iteffort. From beginning to end the note self a profession-in priests.” first struck was maintained, but never “ The resemblance of success to merit monotonous. I called him an orator deceives men.” just now, but orator he is not, in the “In character as in a rock there may large sense of a word too often and too be water holes." carelessly used. His speech was written, “ Abstruse speculations contain verevery word, and read from a manu- tigo." 'script; and what a manuscript! Sheets - Geniuses, situated above dogma”, of paper two feet square, covered with propose their ideas to God; their prayer writing so large and free that you could offers a discussion; their adoration inalmost read it from the balcony, fifty terrogates.” [So much the worso for feet off ; full of corrections, of erasures the geniuses, then.-ED. G.] done as if with a painter's brush, or with “In certain cases instruction and the pen of a giant, as he is. Two can education may serve as allies to evil. delabra, each of six lights, stood on “Civilization is a prodigious pyramid." either side of him. He put them to- “ Valjean's comfortable bed spoiled gether on his right, added two large his sleep;” lamps from the table in front, and fi “Because his miserable life had from nally sent to borrow a third from the a child accustomed him to sleep on the secretary, who sat hard by, and thence hard earth.”' forward was in darkness. He held “Indigestion was sent into the world bis manuscript close under this cluster to read a lesson to our stomachs.". of lights. When he wished to use his "All the invasions of history were right hand for a gesture, be dropped the produced by petticoats.". paper on the table, or transferred it to “The transition from a drover to a his left. He never parted company Carmelite monk is no hard task. The with it for two sentences in succes- substratum of a country village places sion.''

the countryman on a level with the Hugo's writings, like those of most monk. Widen the blouse a little, and French authors, are brilliant-splendid you have the gown." in a certain sense ; a sort of literary fire- “ Lying a little is not possible; the works, flashing with light without in- man who lies, tells the whole lie. Lying fusing permanent life. Many of his is the face of the fiend.” sentences are maxims. He abounds “Thought reverts to the idea as the in epigrammatic sayings. Some of these ocean to the shore. The sailor calls it require close and patient study to get at the tide ; the culprit remorse."

“ To see a thousand different objects “Plutarch says: 'no tyrant goes to for the first and last time, is most melan- sleep.'” choly. Traveling is birth and death at “Horace was terrified by the hiceyery moment.”

cough of Priapus.” .“ Death has a way of its own of har “Instruction and learning are the assing victory; and it causes pestilence saviours of society.” [Alas! no.-to follow glory.”

Ed. G.) “Had it not rained on the night be. “A reason fasting for knowledge tween the 17th and 18th of June, 1815, grows thin. We must nurse minds that the future of Europe would have been do not eat as much as stomachs.” changed. A few drops of rain at the “History is full of the shipwrecks of battle of Waterloo made Napoleon peoples and empires.” waver.”,

"The civilizations of India, Chaldea, "In battle the soul hardens, changing Persia, Abyssinia and Egypt bave the soldier into a statue, and all flesh passed away. [Have they not been abbecomes granite. An army that dis- sorbed and assimilated by later civilizabands is like a thaw."

tions? Are they not living in newer “At the battle of Waterloo Marshall and better forms in those of the present Ney madly cried, 'I should like all day?-En. G.] these English cannon-balls to enter my! “Genius attracts insult, and grea chest.'"

men are all more or less barked at.” " Only barbarous nations grow sud- “The Amphictyons held two sessions denly after a victory. The drummer is of their Council a year: one at Delphi silent and reason speaks.”

the place of the gods; the other at TherAt the battle of Inkerman a ser- mopylæ, the place of souls.” geant saved the British army. But as "Daring is the price paid for pronone below the rank of an officer could gress.” be mentioned in a dispatch, Lord Raglan “ The sand you tread under foot, could not report his glorious deed.” when cast into and melted in a furnace

" Wars are carried on by humanity becomes splendid crystal with which against humanity in spite of hu- Galileo and Newton discovered manity.”

planets." “Nothing contracts the heart like “An old soldier and an old priest symmetry, because symmetry is ennui.” | are at bottom the same.

“A certain skillful ignorance is “ There are moments when the soul strength.”

is kneeling, no matter what the posture When Gymnasoras emerged from of the body may be.” bis prison with bis head full of dilem- “Attach locomotives to ideas, and it mas and syllogisms, he harangued the is all right; but do not take or mistake first tree he met, and made great efforts the horse for the rider.” to convince it.”

“Language being breath, the rustling “ The strides of balting men are like of intellects resembles the rustling of the glances of squinters, they do not leaves.” reach their point very rapidly.”

“An excess of sacrifice is a strength"No one can keep a secret like a ening.” child."

“To embark on death is at times the “No eye examines like that of a means of escaping shipwreck, and the drooping nun.”

| cover of a coffin becomes a plank of sal"All the crimes of the man begin vation.” with the vagabondage of the boy." I "A cannon-ball travels only 600

"Paris is the ceiling of the human leagues an hour, while light travels 70,race. It is an epitome of dead man- | 000 leagues a second ; ”. ners and of living manners. It is the “Such is the superiority of Christ synonym of cosmos. All civilizations over Napoleon." are found there abridged, but so are all “An eastern fable says that the rose barbarisms. Its laugh is the crater of was made white by God, but that Adam, a volcano which bespatters the worli ; looking at it for a moment when it its jokes sparkle of fire."

opened it felt ashamed and turned pink.”

“The real name of devotion is disin- time for study, he has of late years terestedness.''

made his home in one of the remoter “ Chinese wheat yields one hundred and more obscure suburbs of the city, and twenty fold.”

where bis house is less easy of access. “Even a parody may be parodied.” He still holds his evening receptions,

For a man of his age, Hugo is a mar- where his friends often drop in and vel of vigor. His hardihood, as we may enjoy his brilliant company. He is said well suppose, was not acquired amid the to be very familiar and frank towards effeminate luxuries of royalty, of which his guests, passes from one to the other, he has always had a supreme hatred. greets them by pame and has an api He has always been very temperate in and kind word for each one. eating and drinking, simple in his He is the literary moutb piece of Red habits, and fond of out-door life. It is Republicanism in France; and like all still said of him that he can be out in men of this stripe, is an outspoken all weathers without a great-coat. In enemy to Christianity in the Bible sense stead of riding in a comfortable coach of the term. His religion is Parisor cab, be is partial to the omnibus, and which he bolds 10 be not only France, prefers the top of it to an inside seat. as many of his countrymen have held, It is bis custom of an afternoon to perch but that it is the ceiling of the buman himself on the top of this cumbrous ve- race. Religiously he is the opposite of hicle, and in this elevated position, com- Guizot and John Quincy Adams, a manding a view of the busy life of polished pagan. His brilliant flashes Paris, he jots down his ideas, and when of light remind one of the glitter and he reaches home, throws them into glow of fire-bugs, and of glow-worms of shape. It is said that he has written a dark summer night, whose light volumes on the knife-boards of omni- although conspicuously seen is of po buses.

benefit to the benighted wanderer. It Some summers ago a correspondent cannot belp him to read his guidewrote to a Boston paper :

book, to examine his chart or to see “I saw Victor Hugo riding in the and follow the right and safe way. No Bois the other day, and was surprised one can safely lead others through the to notice the extreme heartiness of his darkness of our fallen state into the look. The old poet seems good for ten light which our souls need and long for, or fifteen years of life yet. He had on unless he lights bis lamp at the torch of a straw hat, although it was a cold day; | Him who says: “He that followeth and he was riding unconcernedly in a after me shall not walk in darkness, hired cab, wbich was decidedly the but shall have the light of life.” worse for wear. His face is quite red, and is set in a frame of white beard.

| “A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man." He always wears his hair cut quite short, and in the park a stranger might

Comfort. readily have fancied him a merchant or a bourgeoise retired from business. But when his face is lighted up by strong

If the night is dreary, emotion-when he is speaking on some

It leads to the day;

If the heart is weary, topic in which he is interested the ex

It learns to pray, pression becomes exceptionally fine. He

If, standing lonely, continues to go out in all weathers, and

The tears fall fast, never complains of being ill, which is

We know it is only

Till life is past. pretty good for a man who was already a celebrity in 1826.”

'Tis all in the measure He is the idol of the democratic or

Of each day's shareliberal classes of France. When he

The pain and the pleasure, returned to Paris from his exile, the en

The joy and despair.

We lose on the morrow thusiasm of the Parisian masses was

The ache of tp-day: intense. It is said that by reason of

The sweet and the bitter the frequent interruptions of his nume

Must both pass away. rous admirers, who left bim but little

- Elizabeth August.

Dick Whittington,

better be the scullery-boy of good Master WHO BECAME LORD MAYOR OF LONDON. Fitzwarren, altbough his cook does ill

treat me, and lead me a dog's life, than Dick Whittington and his Cat are a vagabond idle boy, which I am now. among the important personages in And yet I cannot endure the thought English history, however much of ro- of returning to that cruel woman. mance there may be in the story; and Would that I knew, what to do !” it is difficult to say wbich is the more Thus he thought and questioned with important of the two, for the cat is himself, when he came to a stone set by credited by tradition with being the the wayside ; and here he sat to rest, making of the Lord Mayor. We have and ruminate further upon his evil furrecently bad more than one inquiry in lune. regard to them, and our readers, young “If some voice would but say, 'Reand old, will be glad to have the fol- turn,' I would return,” said be, even lowing, which is made up from the most though she scold and beat me, for I authentic traditions, although it is not know not what to do without a friend in vouched for as absolute history. We the world. Was ever such a wretched copy from The Boy's Own Paper of boy as I ?" London :

And he buried his face in his hands A poor boy, meanly clad, and carry- and gave himself over to his misery. ing in his hand a small bundle, trudged Suddenly in the quiet morning air there sadly along the road which led over the came to his ears a wonderful sound, up moor of Finsbury to Highgate. The from the valley, where, in the sun, first streak of dawn was scarcely visible shone the towers and steeples of Lonin the eastern sky, and as he walked, don town. It was the sound of distant the boy shivered in the chill morning bells, and, as the boy listened, it came air. More than once he dashed from clearer and clearer, and seemed to fill his eyes the rising tears, and clutched the air with the very voice for which he his little wallet and quickened his pace, had but a moment since been longing. as if determined to hold to some despe- But what a strange voice and what a rate resolve despite of all drawings to strange story the bells told the contrary. As the road rose gradually towards Highgate, the sun broke out “ Turn again, Whittington, from behind the clouds on his rigbt, and Thrice Lord Mayor of London.” lit up fields and trees and hills with a brightness and richness that contrasted Over and over again they said the same strangely with the gloom on the boy's words. Over and over again Dick perface, and the poverty of his appearance. suaded himself he was dreaming, yet The birds in the hedges began to sing, felt sure he was awake. “ Turn again!" and the cattle to low and tinkle their that was plain enough, and he could bells; the whistle of the herdsmen came believe it, even though Bow Bells said up from the valley, and all nature it. But--" Thrice Lord Mayor of seemed to wake with a cry of gladness London !'' what could that mean? That to greet the new day.

was never meant for the poor ill-used Even poor Dick Whittington could scullery boy of Master Fitzwarren, the not wholly resist the cheering influence mercer in the Minories! And yet of that bright summer morning. It was what could be more distinct than the impossible to believe that everything voice of those bells ? was miserable in the midst of so much. He sprang from his seat, turned his gladness, and Dick's face brightened face in the direction of that wonderful and his step became brisker almost sound, and ran. And that morning without his knowing it, as he trudged when the family of Master Fitzwarren bigher and bigher up that steep road. assembled for their early meal, and the His thoughts, too, took a less despond- scolding cook took possession of the ing turn.

kitchen, Dick Whittington was in his * After all,” said he to himself, place, scouring the pots and pans in the “perhaps I am foolish to be running scullery, singing to himself a tune no away from my master's house. I had one had ever heard before.

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