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did not mean to be officious. The the freshness of the air, and nothing words were spoken before I was aware to threaten the freedom of the moof them."

ment. She passed into the salon, where she “Is it not good to live ???, he cried, found a quiet corner for herself, and "Yes, indeed it is, if we know how to Tead some of the newspapers. No one enjoy.” took the slightest notice of her; not a They had come upon some hayword was spoken to her; but when makers, and the little girl hastened up she relieved the company of her pres to help them. There she was in the ence, her impertinence was commented midst of them, laughing and talking to

the women, and helping them to pilę “I am sorry that she heard what I up the hay on the shoulders of a broadsaid,” remarked Miss Blake. “But backed man, who then conveyed his she does not seem to mind. These burden to a pear-shaped stack. Oswald young women who go out into the Everard watched his companion for a world lose the edge of their sensitive- moment, and then, quite forgetting his Dess and femininity. I have always dignity as an amateur tenor singer, he observed that."

too lent bis aid, aud did not leave off “How much they are spared then !” until his companion sank exhausted on answered some one.

the ground.

"Oh,” she laughed, “what delightMeanwhile the little girl slept soundly. ful work for a very short time ! Come She had merry dreams, and finally woke along ; let us go into that brown châlet up laughing. She hurried over her yonder and ask for some milk. I am breakfast, and then stood ready to go simply parched with thirst. Thank for a butterfly-hunt. She looked thor- you, but I prefer to carry my own oughly happy, and evidently had found, flowers.” and was holding tightly the key to, " What an independent little lady you life's enjoyinent.

are,” he said. Oswald Everard was waiting on the “It is quite necessary in our profesbalcony, and he reminded her that he sion, I can assure you,” she said, with intended to go with ber.

a tone of mischief in her voice. " Come along, then,” she answered ; reminds me that my profession is eviwe must not lose a moment."

dently not looked upon with any favor They caught butterflies, they picked by the visitors of the hotel.

I am flowers, they ran ; they lingered by the heartbroken to think that I have not wayside, they sang ; they climbed, and won the esteem of that lady in the be marvelled at her easy speed. Noth- billy-cock hat. What will she say to ing seemed to tire her, and everything you for coming out with me? And seemed to delight her, — the flowers, what will she say to me for allowing the birds, the clouds, the grasses, and you to come ? I wonder whether she the fragrance of the pine woods. will say, “How unfeminine !' I wish

“ Is it not good to live ? she cried. I could hear her!” "Is it not splendid to take in this “I don't suppose you care," he said. scented air ? Draw in as many long “You seem to be a wild little bird.” breaths as you can.

Isn't it good ? “I don't care what a person of that Don't you feel now as though you were description says,” replied his companready to

mnountains ?

I do. ion. What a dear old nurse Nature is ! How "What on earth made you contradict she pets us, and gives us the best of the major at dinner last night ?” he her treasures !"

asked. “I was not at the table, but Her happiness invaded Oswald Ev- some one told me of the incident; and crard's soul, and he felt like a school. I felt very sorry about it. What could boy once more, rejoicing in a fine day, you know of Miss Thyra Flowerdew ? " and his liberty; with nothing to spoil "Well, considering that she is in my

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profession, of course I know something the old dame said. “I don't know. about her,” said the little girl.

Perhaps you can tell.” “ Confound it all !” he said rather The little girl sat down to the piano, rudely: Surely there is some differ- and struck a few chords. ence between the bellows-blower and “Yes," she said. “It is badly out the organist.”

of tune. Give me the tuning-hammer. “ Absolutely none,” she answered I am sorry,” she added, smiling at Osmerely a variation of the original wald Everard, “but I cannot neglect theme !"

ny duty. Don't wait for me." As she spoke she knocked at the door “I will wait for you," he said sulof the châlet, and asked the old dame lenly; and he went into the balcony to give them some milk. They sat in and smoked his pipe, and tried to posthe Stube, and the little girl looked sess his soul in patience. about, and admired the spinning-wheel, When she had faithfully done ber and the quaint chairs, and the queer work, she played a few simple meloold jugs, and the pictures on the wall. dies, such as she knew the old woman

· Ah, but you shall see the other would love and understand ; and she room," the old peasant woman said, turned away when she saw that the and she led them into a small apart- listener's eyes were moist. ment, which was evidently intended Play once again,” the old woman for a study. It bore evidences of unu- whispered. “I am dreaming of beausual taste and care, and one could see tiful things.” that some loving hand had been trying So the little tuner touched the keys to make it a real sanctum of refine- again with all the tenderness of an ment. There was even a small piano. angel. A carved book-rack was fastened to the 6. Tell your daughters,” she said, as wall.

she rose

to say good-bye, “that the The old dame did not speak at first; piano is now in good tune. Then they she gave her guests time to recover will play to you the next time they from the astonishment which she felt come.” they must be experiencing; then she “I shall always remember you, mapointed proudly to the piano.

demoiselle,” the old woman said ; and, “I bought that for my daughters,” almost unconsciously, she too took the she said, with a strange mixture of sad- childish face and kissed it. ness and triumph. “I wanted to keep Oswald Everard was waiting for his them at home with me, and I saved companion in the hay-field ; and when and saved and got enough money to she apologized to him for this little buy the piano. They had always professional intermezzo, as she called

, wanted to have one, and I thought they it, he recovered from his sulkiness and would then stay with me. They liked readjusted his nerves, which the noise music and books, and I knew they of the tuning had somewhat disturbed. would be glad to have a room of their “ It was very good of you to tune the own where they might read and play old dame's piano," he said, looking at and study; and so I gave them this her with renewed interest. corner."

"Some one had to do it, of course,' “Well, mother,” asked the little she answered brightly, “and I am glad girl, “and where are they this after the chance fell to me. What a comfort noon ?"

it is to think that the next time those “ Ah!" she answered sadly, “they daughters come to see her, they will did not care to stay. But it was natu- play to her, and make her very happy ral enough ; and I was foolish to grieve. ;

poor old dear !" Besides, they come to see me

“You puzzle me greatly,” he said. “And then they play to you ?"I cannot for the life of me think what asked the little girl gently.

made you choose your calling. You They say the piano is out of tune," I must have many gifts — any one wlio

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talks with you must see that at once ; | sion and pathos and wildness and longand you play quite nicely too.”' ing had found an inspired interpreter;

“I am sorry that my profession sticks and those who listened to her were in your throat, " she answered. “ Do held by the magic which was her own be thankful that I am nothing worse secret, and which had won for her such than a tuner. For I might be some honor as comes only to the few. She thing worse — a snob, for instance." understood Schumann's music, and was

And, so speaking, she dashed after a at her best with him. butterfly, and left him to recover from Had she, perhaps, chosen to play his ber words. He was conscious of hav- music this evening because she wished ing deserved a reproof; and when at to be at her best ? or was she merely last be overtook her, he said as much, being impelled by an overwhelming and asked for her kind indulgence. force within her ? Perhaps it was

"I forgive you," she said, laughing. something of both. "You and I are not looking at things Was she wishing to humiliate these from the same point of view; but we people who had received her so coldly? bave had a splendid morning together, This little girl was only human ; perand I have enjoyed every minute of it. haps there was something of that feelAnd to-morrow I go on my way.ing too. Who can tell ? But she

"And to-morrow you go,” he re- played as she had vever played in Lonpeated. " Can it not be the day after don, or Paris, or Berlin, or New York, to-morrow ?"

or Philadelphia. "I am a bird of passage,” she said, At last she arrived at the “ Carnesbaking her head. “ You must not val,” and those who heard her declared seek to detain me. I have taken my afterwards that they had never listened rest, and off I go to other climes." to a more magnificent rendering. The

tenderness was so restrained ; the vigor They had arrived at the hotel, and was so refined. When the last notes Oswald Everard saw no more of his of that spirited “ Marche des Davidscompanion until the evening, when she bündler contre des Philistins” had died came down rather late for table d'hôte. away, she glanced at Oswald Everard, She hurried over her dinner and went who was standing near her, almost into the salon. She closed the door dazed. and sat down to the piano, and lingered " And now my favorite piece of all,” there without touching the keys; once she said, and she at once began the or twice she raised her bands, and then second novellette, the finest of the she let them rest on the notes, and eight, but seldom played in public. half unconsciously they began to move What can one say of the wild rush and make sweet music, and then they of the leading theme, and the pathetic drifted into Schumann's “ Abendlied," longing of the interniezzo ? and then the little girl played some of

The murmuring dying notes his “ Kinderscenen,” and some of his that fall as soft as snow on the sea ; ** Fantasie Stücke,” and some of his

and songs. Her touch and feeling were exquisite,

The passionate strain that deeply going,

refines the bosom it trembles through. and her phrasing betrayed the true musician. The strains of music reached What can one say of those vague aspithe dining-room, and one by one the rations and finest thoughts which posguests came creeping in, moved by the sess the very dullest amongst us when music and anxious to see the musician. such music as that which the little girl

The little girl did not look up; she had chosen, catches us and keeps us, if was in a Schumann mood that evening, only for a passing moment, but that and only the players of Schumann moment of the rarest worth and loveknow what enthralling possession he liness in our unlovely lives? takes of their very spirit. All the pas

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A very superficial invesgreat leveller; it gathers us all to its tigation suffices to demonstrate what tender keeping — and we rest.

closer study renders more evident and The little girl ceased playing. There striking, so that the presence of any was not a sound to be heard ; the magic natural capacity in plant, animal, o was still holding her listeners. When man becomes the certain assurance at last they had freed themselves with that there is something in the environ a sigh, they pressed forward to greet ment to meet the demand, of which her.

directly or indirectly, it has been the “There is only one person who can predisposing cause ; and the search for play like that,” cried the major, with this something in cases where it does sudden inspiration — " she is Miss not at once present itself to our obser Thyra Flowerdew.”

vation would be regarded as a reason The little girl smiled.

able employment of our intellectua " That is my name,” she said sim- powers. Most frequently, however 'ply ; and she slipped out of the room. the response of each special faculty to

that part of the environment to whicl The next morning, at an early hour, it is adapted is immediately percepti the Bird of Passage took her flight on-ble. The existence of a breathing wards, but she was not destined to go apparatus presupposes air to breathe off unobserved. Oswald Everard saw that of the eye presupposes light, tha the little figure swinging along the of the human intellect subject-matte road, and he overtook her.

whereon to exercise it, and in every “You little wild bird !” he said ; case the response made constitutes “and so this was your great idea ; to veritable revelation to the sentient be have your fun out of us all, and then ing whose capacity in that special direc play to us and make us feel, I don't tion is met and satisfied. The exten know how . and then to go.”

of the revelation must depend, of “You said the company wanted stir- course, on the extent of the capacity ring up,” she answered ; " and I rather Thus, the revelation of light to the ey fancy I have stirred them up."

of a bat and the eye of an eagle i “And what do you suppose you have widely different indeed, yet in eac done for me ?” he asked.

case the capacity is for light, and th “I hope I have proved to you that response made is by light. In the pres the bellows-blower and the organist are ent paper it is proposed to trace thi sometimes identical,” she answered. universal sequence of capacity and re But he shook his head.

sponse to capacity in a region fron “Little wild bird,” he said, “you which Agnostic thought has exclude have given me a great idea, and I will it - in other words to show that a rev tell you what it is to tame you. So elation of the divine to the human i good-bye for the present.”

as reasonable and as much to be ex “ Good-bye,” she said. “But wild pected as the revelation of light to th birds are not so easily tamed.”

eye, because there is as true a capacit Then she waved her hand over her and response to capacity in the on head, and went on her way singing. case as in the other. BEATRICE HARRADEN. To say that there lies in the huma

a capacity for the divine, is to say tha there lies in the finite a capacity fc

the infinite, and here we at once fin From The Contemporary Review.

ourselves at issue with the philosoph which categorically denies any suc

possibility, because of the limitation THE adaptation of organisms to their the finite and whose ultimate dictum environments is not a fact which needs contained in the words : “ By contin prolonged scientific research for its ally seeking to know, and continual

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THE DIVINE RESPONSE TO HUMAN

CAPACITY.

being thrown back on the impossibility extent of that capacity, know the inof knowing, we may keep alive the finite. Our first care must, therefore, consciousness that it is alike our high- be to enquire whether any such capacest wisdom and our highest duty to ity indeed exists. regard that through which all things The fact which immediately presents exist as the unknowable."i The anal- itself for examination is one whose ogs already suggested of light and the familiarity is apt to make us overlook tre may serve to show the untenability its importance, viz., man's consciousof this assertion of our necessary igno- ness of his own limitations. He knows rance, for every student of physics is that he is finite ; and just as we are well aware that considered, not as the “ near waking when we dream that we sensation given rise to in the brain by dream,” so we are near to the infinite an external agent, but as that agent when we perceive the finitude of the itself, the range of light, i.e., of ethe- finite. Nay, we are more than near to, real vibrations, is indefinitely more ex- we are in touch with it; for how else tended than that of the human eye, could we account for the transcending whose limits are those of the visible of our own limitations which a percepspectrum and whose powers can be tion of them implies ? This thought is destroyed by too intense an action of forcibly insisted on in Professor Caird's that to which they exist to respond. “ Evolution of Religion,” from which Yet we do not imagine triat because the following passages are selected as the range of the ethereal vibrations is illustrations : almost infinitely greater than that of

The effort to escape from the limits of the human eye, the latter is, therefore, the finite is possible only to a thought rendered unable to respond to any of which in some way apprehends that which them ; or, if we did so imagine, experi- is not finite. To know our limits and to Edce would

correct the error. be striving against them, would be imposFor, as a matter of fact, we ar

sible if the infinite we sought were not in scious of light, and this of itself is some way present to us ; nor could we ever suficient to show that the eye responds

be conscious of the “world's constraint to a small number of those ethereal on our aspirant souls,” if we were really

and entirely confined to our prison-house. vibrations which, were its capacity suf

(Vol. i., p. 101.) friently increased, it would perceive as

How could we have an idea of the infinite ight through the whole of their mighty which enabled us to see the defect of the range; its inadequacy is a proof of finite without enabling us to see anything imitation, but not of total blindness.2 more? A consciousness which apprehends in the same manner the inadequacy of a limit must reach beyond it; it cannot be uy finite capacity for the infinite is no shut out from the positive knowledge of Season for denying its existence, but that which gives it the power to detect and imply for acknowledging its limitation. look down upon its own finitude. (Vol. i., If we have an eye at all, however

p. 108.)

parial our kuowledge may be, we can yet

To be striving against limits is an now light. If we have any capacity essentially human experience, nor can for the infinite at all, we can, to the we conceive of any luman being as

better pleased that the limits should be First Principles, xxxi., p. 113.

retained than removed. He is It is interesting and suggestive to observe in smaller, narrower self with then than se connection that, notwithstanding the limited apuuse which the eye is capable of making to the he would be without them. They imabereal vibrations, those to which it does respond pede his self-realization, restrict the tise to reveal not only our earth itself in sinatest detail with all its teeming variety of life, Archbishop Benson has finely pointed out in Sut also the existence of the multitudinous worlds his “ Communings of a Day” that much which we of snus which fill the expanse of heaven. Thus, regard as limitation may be only a method of a like manner, however small our capacity of re- drawing out higher capabilities; but this does not se to the divine may - nay, must - be, yet the invalidate the argument in the text — nay, relation so straitly limited unveils not only the strengthens it — for we use our limitations in order festiny of man but the eternal majesty of God.

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