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BODY AND SOUL Here at life’s silent shadowy gate, \y O Soul, my Sou!. I lie 8d<1 wait; Faint in the darkness, blind and dumb, O Sou), my promised comrade, come! The morn breaks gladly in^the east; Hush! hark' the signs of solemn feast; The softened footstep on the stair; The happy smile, the chant, the prayer; The dainty robes, the christening-bowl— ’Tis well with Body and with Soul, Why lingerest thou at dawn of life? Seect not a world with pleasure rife? Hear’st not the song and whir of bird? The joyous leaves to music stirred? Thou too shalt sing and float in light; My. Soul, thou shalt be happy—quite. But yet so young, and such unrest? Thou must be g.ad, my glorious guest. Here is the revel, here is mirth, Here gayest melodies of earth; r Measures of joy in fulness spent; My Soul, thou canst but be content. hand? ii Is this a tear upon my A tear? I do not understand. Ripples of laughter, and a moan? Why sit we tlius, apart, alone? . Lift up thine eyes, O Sou', ani sing! He comes, our lover, and our king! Feel how eachpuise in rapture thrills! Look, at our feet the red wine spills! And he—he comes with step divm?, A spirit meet, O Sou!, for thine. Body and Soul’s supremest bliss What, dost thou ask for more ttiarrthis? Stay, here are houses, lands, and gold; Here, honor's hand; here, gains untold; Drink thou the full cup to the lees; Drink, Soul, and make thy bed in ease. Thou art my prisoner; thou, my slave; Ani thou shalt sip wherein I lave. Nay? nay?L t Then there are broader field?, Whose luting path a treasure yields; Thou shalt the universe explore, Its heightsof knowledge, depths of- lore; Shalt journey’far 6'er land and sea; And I, my Soul, wilt follow thee^. ) \ Wilt follow—follow—bat I lag; My b^rart grows faint, my footsteps flag, And there are higher, holier things? t Is thi^a taunt-thy spirit flings? What is it, Soul, that thou wouldst say? Thou erst had time to fast and pray Give me one worfi,,one 1 loving sign, For this spent life of yours and mine! I held- thee fast by sordid ties? I trailed thy garments, veiled thine eyes? Go on, I oome. but once did wait, 0 Sou!, for thee, at morning’s gate. Canst thou not pause to give me breath? Perchance this shadow. Soul, is death, ' I stumble, fall;.it is the grave; I am the prisoner; I the slave; , And thou, strange guest, for ay art free; Forgive me. Soul; I could but be The earth that soiled the fleshy clod, ' 'I The weight that bound thee to the sod. Dust unto dust! I hear the knell; And yet; O Sou 1 , I * lovea thee well! —Emma H. Nason, iu the Century. THE DOCTOR’S LESSON. h ! '\n 1 K. FORD was driv¬ A ing home in the twi¬ t: light after working I ,, II k arc I a b day, tired ! and anxious as to the W /.-i result of an import aut surgical opera t ‘ on performed that morning. The mud ____ •-^r’t£3 z ''$?%• spattered up from the streets tis he rolled along, and the chilling November drizzle gave to the familiar trees a forlorn, almost ghastly aspect. His heart warmed as he pic¬ tured to himself a wife watching for him, with a welcome smile, from their cosy parlor, dinner ready, and a long, restful evening before them. But, as he drew near home, no cheer¬ ful light streamed from door or window. All seemed as dark and deserted as the dripping street. He threw the reins to the boy, whose duty was to hold the horse on his professional rounds, and flung open the door with an irritated, injured feeling. No tender smile; no sympathetic voice; no firelight; no dinner, appar¬ ently. “Elinor!” he called. ; • No answer. i “Elinor!” This time a voice spoke out of the darkness—a tired voice— “Do be more quiet, John; the baby is just going to sleep.” “Confound it I Why isn't there a light here? And why isn’t the baby asleep before this time of night?” “He has been fretful all day with his teeth, and I have not had a chance to change my dress.” A wailing cry from the nursery sent the voice hurrying thither, and the doc¬ tor, with some inaudible words pro¬ ceeded to light the gas and take off his wet overcoat. The house was cold, the parlor had evidently been arranged by Hibernian hands, an odor of something burning stole in from the kitchen. A pleasant receptton for a man after a long day’s work. He rau up stairs with no gentle foot¬ step. His wife sat by the nursery fire, her face wore a weary expression, and ehe had on the same blue gown which ike had donned for breakfast. The baby at length slept in her arms, She held up a warning finger as her husband came blundering in, but already baby's light •lumber had been disturbed and the pro¬ cess of soothing and singing had to be repeated for the fifteenth time. . It seemed to the young mother as if her patience could hold out no It was '.PTovoking to have the littie ode startlec? from jtis'Ilneasy would dreams again. She knew Bridget spoil the din her. She had been trying all day to get down stairs to make the house pleasant with a magic touch here and there. She longed to get into a fresh gown an d brush her hair, but there had been no time for her tc do one of these things. Nurse was away with-a sick sister, and babies always demand more from their mothers than from any one else. They are tyrannical and know and seize every opportunity to prove their power mothers, over the anxious, half ignorant young who are happy, after all, to be their slaves. , • / When at last the dinner bell rang Mrs. . Ford/lAid the baby in his crib, sound asleep th'is time, warm and lovelv in his ulter repose,. She gave a hurried dab at her wavy hair, caught up a fresh hand kerchief and ran down to join her bus band, who sat at the table with a decid edly cross look on- his face. He barely tasted the soup, then pushed’ it away in ! * .aiso-ust. t t Burned?” aske^i his wife. i “Of course. Can’t Vou smell it all over the housed ' Why "don’t you look ' after ‘•Why/John, Bridget a-little?” hardly been ' I hare downstairs to-day.” i 4 Where’s Hannah?” “She went to her sister’s. last night.” “Oh yes; I forgot. What’s this? Cold corned beef l Really. Elinor, have you nothing else to offer?” •‘•Would you like an omelet?” “No.” “What then!” “A beefsteak, if-there is one.® Hrs. Ford rose ahd went to the kitca en. The girl, of course, had just filled np the range with fresa coal, so there was nothing to be done but make best of the cold meat, potatoes and macarroni, followed by a dessert of ap¬ ple pudding and cheese. Dr. 1 Ferd found -fault with the pota¬ toes and said he was -tire dof ’fbe macarrqni, the bread was dry, and ; b&ttet not perfect. “My mothei’ As to always the pudding Eau mince’pies ,- r at this season,” said he. This" "was the last straw, and his wife, unusually sensitive ;.to straws to-night, could bear no more. “It is a pity, you-; ever left your mother.” “I think, so too,” he .responded push¬ ing his chair back. His wife hesitated a moment .whether to run around the table and burst into jearsrupon her husband’s shoulder or to rush upstairs and have a good cry by baby’s side. She decided upon the lat¬ ter course and, with quivering lip, left ^he room and shut herself up in, the nur¬ sery, where the fire was dying on the hearth and the baby breathing softly, in strange contrast to her overwrought con¬ dition. ; ” '• “Well, it is provoking. Women passion al¬ ways must cry and *fly into a about trifle?.” Bdt her - husband; ’ eVCn < as he thought these words,began to feel repentant. He ‘ remembered the teething baby, and the long day at home alone. In another moment he wxmld have fpllqwed his wife upstairs and apologized for the pain he had given her. Bat the doorbell rang, and a summons to visit a sick man at a distance sept him- at ogee' but into the wet night. And all domestic grievances were forgotten before he had driven 200 yards. lived ,< . a,squalid .. part of The patient in the town by the river. The darkness seemed deeper in this poor neighbor¬ hood, the rain more soaking and the wind keener. The river swept sullenly by, a black, swollen tide, reflecting the flaring lights on the bridge. But the doctor nbnded this discomfort very lit¬ tle. He was in love with his profession, ardent and young. Besides, the despised dinner had given him new courage to fight pain and death. He entered the one room of the low house to which he had been directed with a face quite free from, impatience. A woman opened the door for him—a lean, miserable creature, with pale eyes void of expression. Her thin hair hung over her neck, her calico dress fell limply from her sharp shoulders. She stared at the doctor as he entered, and he could see there were tears in her childlike eyes. said, slowly gazing “Joe’s sick,” she into his face. “What’s the matter?” “He—he’s goiu’ ter die, maybe,” she faltered piteously. not.” “No, 1 hope in whis¬ “Joe’s sick,” she repeated a per, shaking her head. “Who’s come?” asked a voice from the bed in the corner of the room. “Nellie, girl, who axe ye talkin’ with?” “It is Dr. Ford, whom you sent for,” said the physician approaching the bed. One candle lighted dimly the untidy, comfortless place, showing a stove and a man with tumble hair and rough beard lying among the pillows of his bed. “Oh, the doctor,’’said he, with fever¬ ish eyes staring from under shaggy brows. “How long have you been ill?” asked Dr. Ford, sitting down on a rickety chair. “It’s a week since I gave up, but I’ve been feeling bad a long time.” The doctor placed his little ther¬ mometer under the patient's tongue and waited silently. “Jce’s sick,” moaned the girl, peer¬ ing out of the shadows. The sufferer seemed to be irritated by the repetition of these words and made impatient gesture,- but as he did so glanced pitifully at the slouching figure, “What you most ceeil-is good ins:,” said the doctor, after examining the patient* Tee man’s face darkened. The woman hovered aimlessly over tue stove, “She's my wife,” said the sick man, hoarsely. “I know she ain’t quite like other folks. But she’s peaceable and; good, not bold ahd ‘noisy like other’ women. I pitied her first off; then I got kind-o' fond of her. And she — The girl had crept to the bedside and stood there with her vacant,, troubled , face, fumbling with the pillows. mother “Joe,” she said, much as a might speak her baby’s name. “She can't do nothing for me nor for herself,” whispered the man, as he clasped one of the fluttering kanus in his. “Poor thing! murmured the doctor, “I can earn good wages when 1 in well,’ went on the invalid, “and I did the cooking and kept the house tidy men. Now everything’s going wrong, She spoils all the victuals, bat she don’t mean to.” At this moment something on the stove boiled over with a loud his3 and filled the room with the odor of scorching milk. The girl 3tared, then moved, towards the ruined mess. “Oh, dear me,” said the sick- plan, under hi3 breath. “Don’t burn yourself, Nellie,” be called, as if to a child. “Itls scorched, Joe,” she .said,the tears overflowing at last. “Nevermind,- bay girl, throw it away. We cau get plenty more. You see;dob tor,” he said in his hoarse voice, ; ‘.T can’t'speak rough to her. She’s mv wife.” ; , f i.' t J The doctor sat with bent head,speech less, “I’ll send you a nurse, my man,” he said, after a pause. “What you need is good care. I will come again to-mor¬ row.” And .with alow bow to man and wife, now clinging together, hand in hand, the doctor' said good-night, and went on bjs wav. “Thank you, sir,” called o.ut the sick man, niuch moved. The girl only stared and wiped the last tear from her lashes. Two hours later a capable, kind hearted woman was installed as nurse in the little home by the river. She brought with her,-food f iu abundance, and com¬ forts of all kinds. Dr. Ford drove slowly homeward. Though it was late a bright light shone from the parlor window as he stopped. The glow of a wood fire illuminated the room as he entered. But no one came to meet him. His wife sat in her rocker fast asleep. The lamp threw a radiance over her bronze-brown hair and one deli¬ cate cheek as she slept with her head against the crimson back of the chair. Her face wore a sweet, childlike expres- 1 sion, with a touch of pathos about the lips; and her hands lay loosely clasped in the lap-of, her gown, of soft dove color. , • Near the fire stood a white-draped table holding-a tempting little -repast/ carefully the arranged. bung From a slender glass in midst one red rose. Ibe doctor knew she had cut it for him ironi her favorite plant. On a pretty plate re¬ posed the flakiest and most delect able ol mince pies. Dr. cheek Ford stooped and kissed his wife’s fair reverently. She stirred, then ' opened her large eyes slowly. “Oh,,you have come. I am sorry I; was not awake to meet you. But here’s a mihee pie. I sent over to your mother for one.” “Hang the pic!” cried John Ford. “Elinor, I am a brute!” “Oh, no, dear—only a maD, instead of an archangel, as I once believed you to be. But never mind. How do you like my dress?” “It is divine, and you are an angel, Elinor. But dearest, come and sit by me. I have just been to see a gentle¬ man. I want to tell you all about it.” The Great Salt Desert of Asia. Some seventy odd miles south of Tehe rau, in Persia, is a large tract of land known as the Great Salt Desert of Asia, and a wonderful curiosity it is. A trav¬ eller, C. E. Biddulph, with a party vis¬ ited the section and gives a very inter¬ esting account of what he saw. The salt tract is a great area, being covered with an incrustation of solid salt of various depths, and resembles somewhat a vast frozen lake. From the outer edge for about three miles toward the centre of the field the salt is found to be soft with au admixture of earth. Beyond this dis¬ tance the salt began to assume more the appearance of solid ice, and will sustain the weight of horses, mules, camels, etc. At a distance of about eight miles towards the centre it was necessary to employ the service of a large hammer and an iron tent peg to break off a piece of this phenomenal incrustation to carry away as a souvenir.—Boston Cultivator. Oatmeal Becoming Popular. The curious will note that one of the most noticeable features about the ex¬ port trade of Boston for the month of May was the increase in oatmeal seat abroad. There was a gain of more than 200,000 pounds in this item as compared with a year ago. Johnson described oats as an article which Englishmen led to their horses and Scotchmen to them¬ selves. 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