public esteem, and have raised his fortune in another station of life. What good to his country or himself might not a trader or merchant have done with such useful though ordinary qualifications?

Will Wimble's is the case of many a younger brother of a great family, who had rather see their children starve like gentlemen than thrive in a trade or profession that is beneath their quality. This humor fills several parts of Europe with pride and beggary. It is the happiness of a trading nation, like ours, that the younger sons, though uncapable of any liberal art or profession, may be placed in such a way of life as may perhaps enable them to vie with the best of their family. Accordingly, we find several citizens that were launched into the world with narrow fortunes, rising by an honest industry to greater estates than those of their elder brothers. It is not improbable but Will was formerly tried at divinity, law, or physic; and that finding his genius did not lie that way, his parents gave him up at length to his own inventions. But certainly, however improper he might have been for studies of a higher nature, he was perfectly well turned for the occupations of trade and commerce. As I think this is a point which can not be too much inculcated, I shall desire my reader to compare what I have here written with what I have said in my twenty-first speculation.1

bar' o net, an inheritable English title. in cul'cate, to teach; to impress upon the mind.

shut' tle cock', a rounded piece of cork, with a crown of feathers, used in the game of battledore and shuttlecock.

1 In the twenty-first paper, or speculation, of The Spectator, Addison discusses the overstocking of the three great professions of divinity, law, and physic.

JOAN OF ARC.

THOMAS DE QUINCEY.

(From "De Quincey's Writings.")

What is to be thought of her? What is to be thought of the poor shepherd girl from the hills and forests of Lorraine, that-like the Hebrew shepherd boy from the hills and forests of Judea — rose suddenly out of the quiet, out of the safety, out of the religious inspiration, rooted in deep pastoral solitudes, to a station in the van of armies, and to the more perilous station at the right hand of kings?

The Hebrew boy inaugurated his patriotic mission by an act, by a victorious act, such as no man could deny. But so did the girl of Lorraine, if we read her story as it was read by those who saw her nearest. Adverse armies bore witness to the boy as no pretender; but so they did to the gentle girl. Judged by the voices of all who saw them from a station of good will, both were found true and loyal to any promises involved in their first acts. Enemies it was that made the difference between their subse

quent fortunes. The boy rose to a splendor and a noonday prosperity, both personal and public, that rang through the records of his people, and became a byword amongst his posterity for a thousand years, until the scepter was departing from Judah.

The poor, forsaken girl, on the contrary, drank not herself from that cup of rest which she had secured for France. She never sang the songs that rose in her native Domremy as echoes to the departing steps of invaders. She mingled not in the festal dances at Vaucouleurs which celebrated in rapture

the redemption of France. No! for her voice was then silent; no! for her feet were dust. Pure, innocent, noble-hearted girl! whom, from earliest youth, ever I believed in as full of truth and selfsacrifice, this was amongst the strongest pledges for thy truth, that never once - no, not for a moment of weakness-didst thou revel in the vision of coronets and honor from man. Coronets for thee! Oh no! Honors, if they come when all is over, are for those that share thy blood. Daughter of Domremy, when the gratitude of thy king shall awaken, thou wilt be sleeping the sleep of the dead. Call her, King of France, but she will not hear thee! When the thunders of universal France, as even yet may happen, shall proclaim the grandeur of the poor shepherd girl that gave up all for her country, thy ear, young shepherd girl, will have been deaf for five centuries. To suffer and to do, that was thy portion in this life; that was thy destiny; and not for a moment was it hidden from thyself. Life, thou saidst, is short; and the sleep which is in the grave is long; let me use that life, so transitory, for the glory of those heavenly dreams destined to comfort the sleep which is so long!

This pure creature-pure from every suspicion of even a visionary self-interest-never once did this holy child, as regarded herself, relax from her belief in the darkness that was traveling to meet her. She might not prefigure the very manner of her death; she saw not in vision, perhaps, the aerial altitude of the fiery scaffold, the spectators without end on every road pouring into Rouen as to a coronation, the surging smoke, the volleying flames, the hostile

faces all around, the pitying eye that lurked but here and there, until nature and imperishable truth broke loose from artificial restraints, these might not be apparent through the mists of the hurrying future. But the voice that called her to death, that she heard forever.

in au' gu rat ěd, set in operation; began.

Lorraine (lōr rān'), a province northeast of France, formerly belonging to France.

Rouen (roo' ÔN'), a city in France where the kings were crowned.

tran' si to ry, short-lived. Vaucouleurs (võ kōo lẽr'), a town in France.

IN BAY STREET.

BLISS CARMAN.

(From "A Winter Holiday,"-Published by Small, Maynard & Company.)

"What do you sell, John Camplejohn,

In Bay Street by the sea?” "Oh, turtle shell is what I sell,

In great variety:

"Trinkets and combs and rosaries,

All keepsakes from the sea;

'Tis choose and buy what takes the eye,
In such a treasury.'

"Tis none of these, John Camplejohn,
Though curious they be,

But something more I'm looking for,
In Bay Street by the sea.

"Where can I buy the magic charm

Of the Bahaman sea,

That fills mankind with peace of mind
And soul's felicity?