Like emptied sea-shells on the sand; -
Yet, sprinkled with this blushing rain,
The dust restores each
blooming girl,
As if the sea-shells moved again
Their glistening lips of pink and pearl.
Here lies the home of school-boy life,
With creaking stair and wind-swept hall,
And, scarred by many a
truant knife,
Our old initials on the wall;
Here rest - their keen vibrations mute -
The shout of voices known so well,
The ringing laugh, the wailing flute,
The chiding of the sharp-tongued bell.
Here, clad in burning robes, are laid
Life's blossomed joys,
untimely shed;
And here those cherished forms have strayed
We miss
awhile, and call them dead.
What
wizard fills the maddening glass
What soil the enchanted clusters grew?
That buried passions wake and pass
In beaded drops of fiery dew?
Nay, take the cup of blood-red wine, -
Our hearts can boast a warmer grow,
Filled from a
vantage more
divine, -
Calmed, but not chilled by winter's snow!
To-night the palest wave we sip
Rich as the
pricelessdraught shall be
That wet the bride of Cana's lip, -
The
wedding wine of Galilee!
CHAPTER VI.
SIN has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.
- I think, Sir, - said the divinity-student, - you must intend that
for one of the
sayings of the Seven Wise Men of Boston you were
speaking of the other day.
I thank you, my young friend, - was my reply, - but I must say
something better than that, before I could
pretend to fill out the
number.
- The
schoolmistress wanted to know how many of these
sayings there
were on record, and what, and by whom said.
- Why, let us see, - there is that one of Benjamin Franklin, "the
great Bostonian," after whom this lad was named. To be sure, he
said a great many wise things, - and I don't feel sure he didn't
borrow this, - he speaks as if it were old. But then he
applied it
so neatly! -
"He that has once done you a kindness will be more ready to do you
another than he whom you yourself have obliged."
Then there is that
glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my
friend, the Historian, in one of his flashing moments:-
"Give us the luxuries of life, and we will
dispense with its
necessaries."
To these must certainly be added that other
saying of one of the
wittiest of men:-
"Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris." -
The divinity-student looked grave at this, but said nothing.
The
schoolmistress spoke out, and said she didn't think the wit
meant any irreverence. It was only another way of
saying, Paris is
a
heavenly place after New York or Boston.
A jaunty-looking person, who had come in with the young fellow they
call John, -
evidently a stranger, - said there was one more wise
man's
saying that he had heard; it was about our place, but he
didn't know who said it. - A civil
curiosity was manifested by the
company to hear the fourth wise
saying. I heard him distinctly
whispering to the young fellow who brought him to dinner, SHALL I
TELL IT? To which the answer was, GO AHEAD! - Well, - he said, -
this was what I heard:-
"Boston State-House is the hub of the solar
system. You couldn't
pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation
straightened out for a crowbar."
Sir, - said I, - I am gratified with your remark. It expresses
with
pleasing vivacity that which I have sometimes heard uttered
with
malignant dulness. The
satire of the remark is essentially
true of Boston, - and of all other
considerable - and
in
considerable - places with which I have had the
privilege of
being acquainted. Cockneys think London is the only place in the