י: +1 agent in bruan kie, I mould at o gade by any fees, and become powr undesir'e su zen;" it, on the eriter as an Ihoud be rash ་་ try to [riend that ndividual lete would itame AKORP JUE. ssa led by a pronca cement reverberating fron a ocem, road imbre 1 with the "dixit" of pen everything in teral "setaimentalty is the most roken rood en stess can lean." In a wore. I tel ryself ri e Tate an old ora of e Fierald Te 1 14 that his last Lour w? at prcaciong, set & m in peace, he responded, "I do." "And you are sorry for your sins?" "I am." "And you renounce the devil and all his works and pomps?" He paused, and replied, "Well, father, I am in a very doubtful position, and I don't want to make any enemies." And then, when I consider that I have been asked to respond to the toast, and with a knowledge of my inefficiency, question the reason why, I am reminded of that story of the two Irishmen, who, being unable to obtain employment, enlisted in the British Army, and were straightway placed in the awkward squad, where they were made to work very hard in the drill. At the expiration of an exhausting day, the captain in charge noticing their general slovenly position, drew himself up before them, spick and span in his uniform, and straight and orderly in his manner, and with an effort to inspire enthusiasm, spoke of the Queen, and the glory of the empire, and then drawing forth his sword said, "Men, why are we here in the service of the Queen?" In the silence that ensued Pat was heard to say to Mike, "Bedad, Mike, the man is right, why are we here?" But there are so many examples of devoted womanhood, and so many results from her inspiration, that I take courage. In literature woman has been the inspiration of the sweetest fancies; her beauty, her charm, her loveliness, have given to poetry its richest laurels, from Anacreon to the surpassingly brilliant constellation of which Petrarch was the central sun. Not without deep meaning does James Whitcomb Riley make the little boy say: "I've got the hives and a new straw hat, And I've come back home where my beau lives at." And in every shade of our joys and sorrows, as shown by this delicate insight of the poet Riley, until the most pro |