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The World of Labor. j * BY WILLIAM Q. QREDIQ. CARMEN DEI. I took the harp of fancy and touched the silent strings. Seeking to catcli the magic chord Ot which the poet sings; Softly tlie music floated and silence grew to song, And o’er my soul the rhythm rolled The paens of the mighty throng. I list to the soldier’s slogan, horn In the din of war. O'er billows blue from n frigate crew. Came the loud “Ye ho!” of the Tar; I hoard the songs of the strens ring out in mocking tone, A cry of Dust from the realms nf Lust, To the sphere of the great Unknown. I heard the shout of victors sweep from the sanded plain, And the choking cries that feebly rise From those who strove In vain; The plaintive plea of paupers, the glad huzza of the feast, From the cloisters dim the 'Vesper hymn And the iitanie* of the priest, i 4 fThe softened voice of passion I heard from lover's lips. And walls of woe from hearts bowed low, Whose loVe is In eclipse; The sombre stairn of tollers, in ca dence deep and strong. From the sweltering heats of the city streets, Swelled in my mystic song, IStill there wiis something lacking, I sought the truant strain Where nature floats the beautiful notes }Mid t'w aisles of her leafy Fane; A My faltering fingers trembled as I ■ heard the magic chord, [And nerveless, numb, hung o’er strings all dumb. To the niJghty song of the Lord. --Jack McClafferty. "Wiun that which is evil, cleave to that which is good.” A rrnn that tailed one thins and prac tice.® another is a living illustration f t Inconsistency. When a man or a thins pretends to be your friend lot them prove it in a substantial way. Tall; is dt'iAtp arv/}(6 is reading matter. Head j the union label. *v ' /Staves are made which hear the un ion label . That is a guarantee that the rr.tcve i?,a good, one. Col. Ingersoll.' speaking of Man vs. Machinery, made the following state ments. which are well worth thought ful consideration: “Invention lias filled the world with ecTjPstltore, not only of laborers, hut of Mechanics —mechanics of tin* high est '.kill. Today the ordinary laborer Is. for the most part, a peg in th> wheel. We works with the tireless-lie feeds the insatiable. When the mon ster stops, the man is out of employ ment—out of VuVad. He has not saved anything. The machine invention was not for his benefit. “The (•.her day I heard a man say that it was impossible for good me chanics to get employment, and that,ln his judgment, the government ought to furnish work for ihe people. A few minutes later 1 heard another say that he was selling a patent for cutting out clothes, that one of the machines could flo the work of twenty tailors, and that only the week before he had sold two to a great house in New York, and that over forty cutters had been dis charged. “On every side men are being dis charged ana machines arc being in vented to take tlieir places. Wh o r. great factory shuts down the workers who inhabited it and gave it life ns thoughts to the brain, go away; it Stands there like an empty skull. A few workmen, by the force of hnbit, gather a'-out the closed doors ana bro ken windows and talk about distress, th° price of food and the coming wln ster. They are convinced that they haven’t their share of what they ( re nted. 'they feel certain that the ma chines jnn the inside were not their friends. They look at the mansion cf the employer—but have nothing them selves. The employer seems to have enough. Even when employers fall, when they become bankrupt, they arc far h' tter off than their laborers ever Were. Their worst Is the toiler's best. "Th'> capitalist comes forward with his speckle. He tells the workingm n that they trust be economical, and yet. under the present system, economy w-ule lessen wages. ‘ Tinder the great le w of supply an ! denvam l , , very saving, frugal, s >lf-de* ('!*'•)x wrrkma-1 Is unconsciously doing hst little re can to reduce the com vnr tN <f himself and his fellows. ’h~ » s’ovea who did not wish to rim i •• helped to fasten cha ns on those vie i' d. 1.0, the saving mechanic Is e*rl ! flcntethatwages are high enough. I) s the great law demand that every waiker should live on the least possible amount cf bread? Is H his Tate to tyerk one day that he may get enough so d to be able to work another? Is tfe&t to bo Ms only hope-*-that and death? “Capital has always claimed and still claims the right to combine. Manu facturers meet and, determine prices, even in spite of supply and demand. Have the laborers the same right to consult and combine? The rich meet in the hank, clubhouse or parlor. Workingmen, when they combine, gather In the street. All the organized forces Of soelcff; are against them. Capital has the army and navy, the hglslalure, the judicial and executive departments. When the rich combine it is fOr the purpose of "exchanging ideas.’ If the poor combine, It is “conspiracy. ’’ If they act In concert, if they really do something, it is a 'mob.' If they defend themselves it is treason. How is it that the rieh con trol the departments of the govern ment? In this country the political power Is equally divided among men. There are certainly more poor than rich. Why should the rich control? Wiiy should not the poor combine for the purpose of controlling the execu tive, the legislative, and judteia 1 de partments? Will they ever find out how powerful they are? A cry comes from the oppressed, the hungry, from the downtrodden, from the unfortu nate, from the despised, from *ion who despair and from; women who weep. There are times when mendicants be came revolutionists—when a rag be comes a banner, under which the nob lest and bravest battle for the right. "How are we to settle the unequal difference between man and machine? Will the machine finally go Into part nership with the laborer? Can these forces of nature he controlled for the benefit of her children? Will extrava gance keep face with ingenuity? Will the workman become intelligent and strong enough to become the owners of the machines? Will these giants, these titans, shorten or lengthen the hours of labor? Will they give leisure to tlie industrious, or will they make the rieh richer or the poor poorer? Is man Involved in the 'general scheme’ of things? Is there no pity, no mercy? Can man become Intelligent enough to he generous, to be just, or does the same law or fact control him as con trols the animal or vegetable World? The great oak steal.’, the sunlight from the siraller trees. The strong animal devours the weak—everything at th> mercy of the beak, and claw, and hoof, and tooth—of hand, and club, and brain, and greed—inequality, injustice ev» rywhere. The poor-horse standing the street with his dray, overworked, overwhipped and underfed, when he sees horses groomed to mirror, glisten ing with gold and silver, scorning with proud feet the very earth, probably in dulges kt the usual social reflection--: and this same horse, worn out and old, deserted by his master, turned into the dusty read, leans his head on the top most rail, looks at donkeys in the field of clover and feels like a nih'bst. “In the day of cannibalism t lie strong devoured the weak—actually ate their flesh. In spit ■ es all laws that man has made, in spite of all advance? in science, the strong, the heartless, still live on the weak, the unfortunate, the foolish. True, they do not drink their blood i r eat their flesh, but they live on their s lf-dcnial, their weari ness, and want. Th. poor man who deforms himself by toil, who labors for his wife and children through all hie anxious, barren, wasted life—who goes to the grave without ever having a luxury—has been the food for others. He has been devoured by his fellow men, The poor woman, living In the bare and lonely room, cheerless and fleless. night nnj day, to keep star vation from their child, is slowly being eaten by her fellow-men. When I take into consideration the agony of civil ized life—the failures, the anxieties, the tears, the withered hopes, the lat ter tealities, the hunger, the crime, the humiliation and the shame—l am al most forced to say that cannibalism, after nil. is (he most merciful form in which man has lived on his fellow- ■‘lt is impossible for a man with a good heart to be satisfied with this world i s it is now. No man can truly enjoy what he really earns—what he knows to bo his own—knowing that millions of his fellow-men are in mis ery and want. When we think of the famished, wo think it almost heartless to eat. To meet the ragged and shiv ering makes one almost feel ashamed to lie well dressed and warm—one feels as if his heart were as rold as their bodies. . "In a world filled with millions and millions of land waiting to be tilled, when one man can raise the food for hundreds, yet millions are on the edge of famine. Who can comprehend the stupidity at the bottom of this truth? ‘‘ls there to lie no change? "Are the laws of ‘supply apd de mand.’ invention and science, monop oly and competition, capital and leg islation always to be enemies of thost ivlio toll? Will the workers always be ignorant and stupid enough to give their earnings to the useless? Will they sui port millions of soldiers to kill the sons of other workingmen? Will they always, build temples and live in huts and dens themselves? Will they forever allow parasites and vampires to live on their blood? Will they re main the slaves of the beggars they support? Will honest men stop taking off their hats to successful frauds? Will Industry.. In the presence of crowded Idleness forever fall upon Its knejs— and will the lips sustained by lies for ever k'fis the robbers’ and Imposters’ hands? Will they understand that beg gars cannot be generous, and that ev ery healthy man who has had privi leges with all others has no ritfht to complain, or will they follow the ex ample set by their oppressors? Will they learn that force, to succeed, must have thought behind It, and that ev erything done, in order that they may succeed, must justice?’* Don’t forget the Clerks’ Association. Appreciate the pood that others do unto you. Show appreciation for the self-sacrificing work of those who do you a favor or a kindness. "If you love me tell me so." There Is a wonderful Interest In the trade union movement these days. In Chicago an effort is being made to organize everything from the cradle to the grave. In order that all things might come to pass with respect to the eternal fitness of things, they first be gan with that necessary article rocked by the hand that rules the world—the cradle—and the union label is now put on every cradle manufactured. Now the Wood Worlters have started out to have the union label placed on the cof fin that is to be the abiing place of our material bodies when we sleep for ever. And, In keeping with this same eternal fitness of things, the trade un ions will organize a grave diggers’ un ion. The Chicago Times-Herald, in speaking of the movement says: "Unless a body goes to its last rest ing place in a union-made coffin, it will lie refused burial in the cemeteries In Chicago and vicinity if the plans of the labor unions to organize a grave diggers’ union are carried out. Already they have compelled the placing of the Union label on every cradle manufac tured and it is the avowed object of the unions to unionize everything from the cradle to the grave, inclusive. "A committee has been appointed by the Woodworkers to unionize the cof fin factories. They will ask that each coffin bear the union label, Which is a metal plate, with the words, ‘Union Made, Amalgamated Woodworkers’ In ternational Union of America.’ A large humber of members of the Woodwork’ ers’ Union have been employed in the inaknig of coffins, hut heretofore there has been no movement to compel the manufacturers to unionize their facto ries and so none of the caskets have borne the union label. “To secure the use of union coffins the Woodworkers, as Soon as they have unionized the factories will at tempt to organize the grave diggers in to a union and have them decline to inter a body unless it is incased in a union-made casket. Tt is estimated that there are about 150 grave dlggei-3 employed In the cemeteries of Chicago and by organizing them the lalxir un ions feel that they could control the situation. “ ‘We already have the union label on all cradles made,’ said Secretary John Lee, of the Woodworkers, ‘and why should we not have union made coffins and union grave-diggers? It is to the interest of the labor men to have every article used from, the cradle to the grave union made. Other trades have brought about the use of union underwear, the drinking of union beer, the smoking of union cigars, the con sumption of union bread, and why should we not organize our product?’” No man is free who is restrained from ..voting accordingly! his own judgment. White walking down Broad strei t the other day I was attracted by see ing displayed in the show window of a certain pharmacy a large amount of soap advertised and known to trade union people to lie union-made. Who keeps it and what was the brand? Welt, if you are “on’’ you will have no trouble in finding it. Possibly the dealer may advertise it when he flmls that he has discovered a gold mine. Is the label on the newspaper yon read? It should be if you are a union reader. , T T nder the joint auspices of Typo graphical T T nlon, No. 6. and the Social Reform Club of New York, a circular letter has been sent to religious, re form and charitable societies advocat ing the use of the Union Label as a sign of fair dealing, which consumers, as well as employers and wage-earneis, should help to promote. The circular was written by Ernest Howard Crosby. He says in part: “The principal organizations for the benefit of the wage-earner ore the Trades Unions, and they have devised a kind of trade mark—the Union La bel—which is an assurance to the cus tomer that all the employes who had a part in producing the work upon which ■this label appears enjoyed fair wages, fair hours and proper sanitary condi tions. We know of no other ».vay of obtaining a like assurance, as it is manifestly impossible for each custom er to examine into the labor conditions back of the goods he buys. “We believe the time has come to give hearty support to the efforts of wage earners to help themselves, and one of the best means of doing this is to require the Union Label on our pur chases. “If it Is thought that this .is unfair to the workmen who have remained out of the unions, it must be remem bered that they have usually staid out for selfish reasons, unwilling to bs?ar a share of the expense necessary to Improve their own condition. They have received great benefits from the Trade Union agitation in their present wages and hours, and it is no more than right to ask them to join the or ganization which has been their bene factor TEE -A.X7O-TTSfJf-A. HEEALD "There are very few non-union men Who would not at once Jpin the union If their employer signified his desife that they should do so, and if employ ers see work going e sewhere because of their inability to t upply the Union Label, they will not >e slow to make the recommendation. We believe that such Joint action on ■he part of em ployers, employees an i customers will go far toward harmo llzing the inter ests of all concerned, *• t Patronize the Union Barber* Yes, the Barbers are affiliated with the Augusta Federation of Trades. When the barber shops start to closipg at 7 o’clock they will attend the meet ings. _____ * Speak out In meetings The Barbers meeting on last Tuesday night was all right. There is mu:h greater interest in the* organization at this time than ever before. • President Melntzer called the meting to order at 9 p. m.. Secretary J. Edward Kelly re cording the proceedings and Financial Secretary A. Jud Tolanß appropriating the "dough." ht’ank Camor iero took it from him jrf tpe end of the session. J. * Mr. George Rentz, tot Hickey’s Pal ace, made an exposition of the ‘‘limit’' question. It was dec.Wfed to hold it over. Mr. Fred C. Clayton, of Dos Passos Tonsorial Parlors, expressed some practical views on the subject, Secretary Kelly thought that the union should cut the business short as he had a "date.’’ Treasurer Frank Cfameriero, of Bauer’s, staled that A. Bauer wanted o union barber, and wanted him badly. Altogether the meeting was right up to-now and slid about a yard into the tomorrow. The early closing movement Is on a boom. The next regular meeting will occur on Monday night, April 2, at Harris & Murray's shops, on Campbell street. The label is on the cradle. Take a lesson from the crow. Fly in a straight line, then you will not have to Impersonate an eel In trying to ex tricate yourself from the tangled web you weave, my erring brother. Good housewife, sweep your rooms with a union made broom. Rocked in a union cradle, fed on un ion food, bathed with union made soap, wrapped In union-made fabrics, shod with union-made shoes, nursed by a union nurse; studying out of books hearing the unldn lal>el, munching union-made confections on the sly during study houis; smoking union-made cigars, chewing union made tobacco, making love at a Labor Day celebration, going to war in a un ion-made uniform, fighting under the stars and stripes of the greatest Un ion on earth; earning a living for hi loved ones in a union shop; passing the period of the sear and yellow leaf, reading a union paper surrounded l>y a group of happy children, the result of the holy union es twin souls; carried to his last resting place" by the tender, sympathetic hands es fellow unionists, buried in a union coffin in a grave dug by union grave diggers, is the possible future of the American workman, ex emplifying the Seven Ages of Man from a Trade Union standpoint. Mr. Andrew Mulcay appeared before the Industrial Commission in Atlanta last week. During the year 1899 there were (100-, 000.000 cigarettes less smoked than in 189 S. From this it would seem that the cigarette smoking is on the decline. Hiving the boys the benefit of the doubt, we may presume that they are smoking more Union-labod tobacco and cigars.—The Tobacco Worker. There Is no trade mark like the un ion label. The union label is doing more to put the labor movement on a practical ba sis than all other influences combined. It is a fair business proposition that organized labor makes to its friends when the members say they will sup port those who use the label on their products. It give 3 the fair employer the benefit of a eustuqpVthat is interest ed in his success for the reason that in his success the organized workers are benefited. The label ds evidence that what bears it was produced by well paid workers who were treated fairly and performed their labor in a place fret? from unhealthy o t unsanitary con ditions. The workingman or woman who does not demand the union label is not doing what common honesty re quires. Too much stress cannot be put upon the advantages coming from the general use of the union label.—New York Times. From the Cradle to the flravet “We are going to organize every thing from the cradle to the grave,’’ says Secretary John Le, of the Chicago Woodworkers’ Union. Be a true man, just to thy neighbor and always speak the truth, though it hurts you. X The Augusta Lodge, No. 3, of the In ternational Association of Machinists held its regular monthly meeting on last Thursday night, the attendance being good. Routine business was at tended to. The iccent death of Mr. Gus O’Connel caused a vanacy nn th • presidency, and an ejection war held for a successor to fill the office. Mr. Dennis P. O’Connell was elected pres ident. This left a vacancy in the secre taryshinp, as Mr. O’Connell was secre tary. Mr. W. W. Fell was elected secretary ana Mr. T. E. Parr vice president. Among other things, the lodge endorsed President Dennis P. O’Connell for the Legislature, amid the applause of the lodge. President O’Connell thanked the lodge in a neat speech and promised to be faithful it elected to the cause of organized labor. Don’t talk union business in all sorts of places. Attend the services of your church this morning in the proper spirit and spend the rest of the day in restful meditation in the open air. Union-made soap is sold in Augusta. Inquire for it. The Tobacco Worker, the official or gan of the Tobacco Workers Interna tional Union, comes out this month in new and improved form. From an 8- page, 4-column sheet it has grown into an attractive Journal in magaizinC form’ of 24 pages, with a neat and at tractive cover. The To!>aceo Worker Is edited by E. Lewis Evans, and is published In Louisville, Ky. The jour- The Lyrics of Thos. Bailey Aldrich. Delightful Notes From a Paper Read Before the Hayne Circle Tuesday Evening by Mr. William Hamilton Hayne. The following delightful notes hur riedly sketched by Mr. W. H. Hayne for a paper read before the Hayne Cir cle at Tuesday evening’s meeting are through the courtesy of the author t given to The Herald readers:, THE LYRICS OF THOMAS BAIDE'S ALDRICH. Whenever we think of the physical perfection of an ancient or modern ath lete we can best define him in one homely praise: "Every inch a man." In like manner, a lover of Aldrich’s lyrics can best describe his most con spicuous poetic trait: “Every inch an artist. This critical definition, how ever, is not sufficiently inclusive to be accepted as a full and fair estimate or Aldrich’s lyrical characteristics and achievements. He is an artist per se; but inspiration of thought, and melody In movement, are the handmaidens of his muse. Art presides over almost every, poem ha has penned, and "tempers the wind” of music to what would otherwise be (too often the case with careless poets) some "shorn lamb” of thought or In harmonious rythm. Aldrich seldom fails In his judgment of his own work, and his remarkable self-restraint is one of the chief sources of his power. He rarely, if ever, sac rifices quality to quantity, and proves by omission and revision—in every new edition of his works—the sincerity and the soundness of his critical con science. He once wrote me with re gard to four lines I sent to “The At lantic,” when he was editor: "A quartrain should be flawless in thought and expression.” He has always in sisted upon this requirement, and tried to All it, in the longest, ns well as the briefest of his own productions. In one of his exquisite early sonnets —“Enamored architect of airy rhyme" he gave this advice: “O, wondersmith: O, worker in sublime. And Heaven-sent dreams, let art be all in all.’* At that time, there was some danger that he would allow the raretled at mosphere of art to rob his muse of that breath and bloom without which poet ry becomes colder than statuary. Hap pliy, this danger grew less and less, as he walked upward in "The light that never was on sea or land. The consecration and the poet’s dream, and realized, with Longfellow, "We listen and needs must obey, When the angel says: ‘Write!’ ” If Aldrich had lived in the Eliza bethan age he would have held a high place in that Joyful band of singers, composed of Herrick, Lovelace, Suck ling, Waller, Carew, Drummond of Hawthorndenr, and all of the men whose music filled "The spacious times of great Elizabeth with sounds that echo still!’* Aldrich has written al arger number of good lyrics (sonnets ore. of course, only dignified members of the lyric family) than most of the poets I have named, and has done some admirable narrative and dramatic work. I can not stop to analyze the excellencies of “Judith and HolofenesO" "Pauline Pav lovna,” “Wyndham Towers.” or "Mer cedes.” but I will say a few” words about them. "Judith and Holofernes” is a Hebrew legend, told, for the most part. In painstaking blank verse: "Pauline Pav lovna” is a clever Russian story (in dialogue) very gracefully handled: "Wyndham Towers” is a weird English tale, the blank verse of which is, in the main, well sustained: "Mercedes" is a Spanish dramatic sketch, princi pally related in poetic prose. All of these productions contain a few lyri cal bits, in which Aldrich is undoubt edly bird-like. The ? glimpse I have tried to give of his longest poems, ts, no doubt, unjust to them, but scarcely to be regretted in a paper like this. While Aldrich has proved his ability to soar to a greater distance than the limit included in “a swallow flight of song,” nevertheless, it seems to me. his fame rests more securely up on his lyrics. What a charming plea he makes for the supremacy of the lyric muse in these lines: "I would be the Lyric Ever on the lib, (. Rather than the Epic. *“v nai and Evans will cleavfi a broad way for truth and justice through the me dium of the union label. Have you registered? The Augusta Federation elected its delegates to the convention of the Federation of Labor, to convene in Augusta in April. Express yourself. A membero f the Retail Clerks* As sociation told me yesterday that he was a charter member of the Associa tion, had ever since been in good stand ing, but that he had the first person to yet ask for his union card. He admit ted that other clerks had been asked for their cards further up the street, but no one has dver requested to see ills card. Guess who he is and ask him for It. He prizes tt highly and is anx ious to display it. “Meet me at the Early Closing Bar ber Shops.” There*are many things that the true trade unionist can do. Figure them out and do what you know to be right and proper. Think first; then speak your mind. Memory let’s slip. I would be the diamond At my lady’s ear, Rather than the June rose, Worn but once a year.” And in the following quartrain on Herrick (I read it some years ago in a literary weekly) Aldrich again pays tribute to the "goddes with the silver flute: "It often chances that the staunchest boat Goes down in seas whereon a leas might float; Wliat mighty Epics have been wreck ed by Time, Since Herrick launched his cockle shells of rhyme.” Where can we find, in our English tongue, a daintier, or more delightful, collection of lyrics than “Aldrich’s In terludes? Many of these poems sing themselves, and haunt the heart and brain with the enchantment of their melody, and the charity and strength of their thought. What he says of, Her rick’s "Hesperides” is singularly ap plicable to "Interludes:” “Antique goblets, strangely wrought, Filled with the wine of happy though*- Bridal measures vain regrets, Laburnum buds and violets; Hopeful as the break of day, Clear as crystal, new as May? Musical as brooks that run O’er yellow shallows in the sun; Soft as the satin fringe that shhifleS The eyelide of thy Devon maids; Brief as thy lyrics, Herrick, are, And polished as the bosom of a star." With rare precision and delicacy Al drich describes the frost-work on the window-pane, the noiseless falling ot the snow-flake, the winter song of the robin, the pains and pleasures of love, the glow and grace of the spring-time, and the coming of the summer rain: "We knew It would rain for the pop lars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain. Shrunk in the wind and the lightning now, Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain!” A "Nocturne’’ has the color and fra grance of a flower, reared in some "cli mate near the sun:” Up to her chamber window A slight wire-trellis goes, And up this Romeo’s ladder. Clambers a bold white rose. I lounge in the %x shadows, I see t£e lady lean, Unclasping her silken girdle The curtain's folds between. She smiles on her white rose lover, She reaches out her hand And helps him in at the window-* I see it where I stand. To her scarlet lip she holds him, And kisses him many a time— ,, , ~ —iVaNns Ah, me! it was he that won her, Becase he dared to climb.’’ In “Friar Jerome’s Beautiful Book,*. Aldrich has given light and life to a monkish legend of A. D. 1200, and to A Ballad,’’ A. D,, 1700, (telling the story of the Lady of Bretagne, who had many lovers, but remained true to the sailor who returned at last to And hei. dead) he has imparted the plaintive sweetness, whose murmur comes to us from the heart of a sea-shell; "And she ever loved the sea, with its haunting mystery, Its whispering weird voices, its nev er-ceasing roar; And ’twas well that, when she died, they made her a grave beside The blue pulses of the tide, by the towers of Castelnore. And they called her cold: God knows— Underneath the winter snows The invisible hearts of (lowers grow ripe for blossoming; And the lives that look so cold, if their stories could be told. Would seem cast in gentler mold: would seem full of love and. spring. I am a little surprised that Aldrich®® j votes so many pages to “The LegenaMkJ Ara-Coelli,” which is rather a woodeit; I myth, hardly redeemed from du!hie*f| by the poet’s wonted lightness of toifjHK Quite different is the pathos of “BsHHk Beil,” who “went out of this worldflHl ours, covered with "white buds, tIHE summer’s drifted snow;” or “The fa’isS"" ter’s Tragedy,” which tells the hapless love of two sisters for the same manA and "Spring in New England,” one ofs the very best of Aldrich's longer ■ poems. Therein he speaks of I . . . "The bluebird's venturous strain, 1 High on the old fringed elm at the gate, | Sweet-voiced, valiant on the swaying bough, Alert, elate, * ■ \ New England’s poet laureate 1 Telling us spring has come again.” J "Carpe Diem,” Is a characteristic spa., cimen of Aldrich’s arch vein: I "By studying my lady’s eyes I’ve grown so learned day by 3ay, t So Machiavellan in this wise, That when I send her flowers, I'ißj To each small flower (no matter xviH Geranium, pink or tuberose, 1 Syringa, or forget-me-not, Jm Or violet) before it goes: } Be not triumphant, little flower, * When on her haughty heart you IwKi But modestly enjoy your hour; ® She’ll weary of you by and by.** 1 Aldrich is acknowledged to be oneJß the finest of our quatrain writers. polishes most of his four-line pieces til they gain the glimmer, without flatness, of beaten gold. Here are good specimens of his skill in eondensii® tion, and his faultless technique: ■ MASKS. ■ Black tragedy lets slip her grim guise, V And shows you laughing lips and ro-jB guish eyes; \ But when unmasked, gay Comedy ap pears, How wan her cheeks are, and wlB heavy tears. S M YRTILLA. I This is the difference, neither more nw? Between Medusa’s and Myrtllla^P The former slays us with its awfulness® The latter with its grace. ■ ROMEO AND JULIET. ’ ">F From mask to mask, amid the mas# querade, Young Passion went with challenge®? soft breath: Art Love? he whispered; Art thqjkt Love, sweet maid? / Then Love, with glittering eyelids,®! am Death. > In his poem called "Elmwood, jfri Memory of James Russell Lowell,” Si the lines on “Westminster Abbey;’* "The Last Caesar,” which covers thaft period of French history, extending from 1851 to 18T0, In the contrasted power and pure reflectiveness of “Two Moods,” in the blended strength an! sadness of "The Shipman’s Tale,” li the remarkable group of “XXVIJf Sonnets,” ranging in variety of them# from the picturesque descriptivenetis cl "Fredericksburg” to the noble meditak tlons on "Sleep” and death; in all of his mature work, -Aldrich has fully carried out the promise youth, when he wandered on the bank® of the Piscataqua river, in his nativj Portsmouth, or penetrated into soml "leafy dale," B “Drawn by the flutings of the silvers wind.” V Since the passing of Longfellow, anl Lowell, and Holmes, and the "Curfew® call” to Whittier, Aldrich— with thJ possible exception of Richard Henrf Stoddard—is the greatest singer of out* Western world. He has gone a litthl beyond his prime, hut I hope the day is yet distant when the last couplet of one of his most tuneful lyrics fulfils its prophecy; —' "In youth, beside the lonely sea, Voices and visions came to me. * Titania and her furtive broods \ Were my familiars in the woods. ' From every flower that broke In flamed Some half-articulate whisper came. In every wind I felt the stir, Of some celestial messenger, i Later, amid the city’s din, And toil and wealth and want and sin. They followed me from street to street’! The dreams that made my boyhood sweet. As in the silence-haunted glen. So ’mid the crowded ways of men, Strange lights my errant fancy led, ; Strange watchers watched beside m« bed. lil fortunes had no shafts for me In this aerial company. ~ i Now, one by one the visions fly. And one by one the voices die. More distantly the accents ring. More frequent the receding wing. Full dark shall be the days in store. When voice and vision come no moreZl WILLIAM HAMILTON HAINE. The bark of the ti tree and the outs er bark of the Melaleuca leucodendron is now used as packing for fruit, which | is shipped from New South Wales. The ; bark is shredded to a sort of coarse chaff, and is packed around the or anges with the object of preserving them while in transit. The effect is at tributed to the 1 elaetleity of the pack ing. and teh fact that it permits of ventilation. There is said to be no sweating unless the bark is cut too fine, * The care that the watches of rallß way men receive is shown in the lotions rioently adopted by railway Cor its employees. Seventeen! j-v.oiloil u:.t. hes are required,-land t.fl must lie supplied with Breglfet |Kli TJ-o watches must o I i vory the. ■ months and nutfl|| . lilt:;::: I m flic inspector once a for registration. No employe is KHHH mittoil to set his watch or to cbflßJ ••no ia • unle.-s it should (I'ft *. run down. —•