deep chest, and a massive head. His gray-blue eyes were large and lustrous. His hair was dark brown, and of remarkable fineness; his skin delicate, giving unusual softness to his complexion. In all business matters he was the soul of honor. His fault was that he attributed to other people a sense of honor equal to his own."

SELECTIONS FROM HAWTHORNE'S WRITINGS.

"We can be but partially acquainted with the events which actually influence our course through life, and our final destiny. There are innumerable other eventsif such they may be called-which come close upon us, yet pass away without actual results, or even betraying their near approach by the reflection of any light or shadow across our minds. Could we know all the vicissitudes of our fortunes, life would be too full of hope and fear, exultation or disappointment, to afford us a single hour of true serenity."-From David Swan.

"Methinks my little wife is twin sister to the Spring; so they should greet one another tenderly-for they are both fresh and dewy, both full of hope and cheerfulness; both have bird voices, always singing out of their hearts; both are sometimes overcast with flitting mists, which only make the flowers bloom brighter, and both have power to renew and re-create the weary spirit. I have married the Spring! I am husband to the month of May!"-Hawthorne's Journal.

"On the soil of thought and in the garden of the heart, as well as in the sensual world, lie withered leaves the ideas and feelings that we have done with."

"I am glad to think that God sees through my heart;

and if any angel has power to penetrate it, he is welcome to everything that is there."

"It is impossible not to be fond of our mother (Nature) now, for she is so fond of us! At other periods. she does not make this impression on me, or only at rare intervals; but in those genial days of autumn, when she has perfected her harvests and accomplished every needful thing that was given her to do, then she overflows with a blessed superfluity of love. She has leisure to caress her children now. It is good to be alive at such times. Thank Heaven for breath-yes, for mere breath-when it is made up of a heavenly breeze like this! It comes with a real kiss upon our cheeks; it would linger fondly around us if it might; but, since it must be gone, it embraces us with its whole kindly heart and passes onward to embrace likewise the next thing it meets. A blessing is flung abroad and scattered far and wide over the earth, to be gathered up by all who choose. I recline upon the still unwithered grass and whisper to myself: 'O perfect day! O beautiful world! O beneficent God!' And it is the promise of a blessed eternity; for our Creator would never have made such lovely days and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal. This sunshine is the golden pledge thereof. It beams through the gates of paradise and shows us glimpses far inward."

A PARTIAL LIST OF HAWTHORNE'S WORKS FOR REFERENCE.

Fanshawe.

Mosses From an Old

Manse.

The House of Seven Gables.

The Blythedale Romance.

The Wonder Book.

The Marble Faun.

The Dolliver Romance.

Dr. Grimshawe's Secret.

Twice Told Tales.

The Scarlet Letter.

The Wonder Book.

Life of Franklin Pierce.
Tanglewood Tales.

Our Old Home.
Septimius Felton.

A RILL FROM THE TOWN PUMP.

(Scene, the corner of Essex and Washington streets, Salem, the TOWN PUMP talking through its nose.)

N

OON BY the north clock! Noon by the east; High noon, too, by these hot sunbeams, which fall, scarcely aslope, upon my head and almost make the water bubble and smoke in the trough under my nose. Truly, we public characters have a tough time of it! And among all the town officers chosen at a March meeting, where is he that sustains for a single year the burden of such manifold duties as are imposed in perpetuity upon the town-pump? The title of "town-treasurer" is rightfully mine, as guardian of the best treasure that the town has. The overseers of the poor ought to make me their chairman, since I provide bountifully for the pauper without expense to him that pays taxes. I am at the head of the fire department and one of the physicians to the board of health. As a keeper of the peace all waterdrinkers will confess me equal to the constable. I perform some of the duties of the town-clerk, by promulgating public notices when they are posted on my front. To speak within bounds, I am the chief person of the municipality, and exhibit, moreover, an admirable pattern to my brother officers by the cool, steady, upright, downright and impartial discharge of my business and

the constancy with which I stand to my post. Summer or winter nobody seeks me in vain, for all day long I am seen at the busiest corner, just above the market, stretching out my arms to rich and poor alike, and at night I hold a lantern over my head, both to show where I am and to keep people out of the gutters. At this sultry noontide I am cupbearer to the parched populace, for whose benefit an iron goblet is chained to my waist. Like a dram-seller on the mall at muster-day, I cry aloud to all and sundry in my plainest accents and at the very tip top of my voice.

Here it is gentlemen! Here is the good liquor! Walk up, walk up, gentlemen! Walk up, walk up! Here is the superior stuff! Here is the unadulterated ale of Father Adam-better than Cognac, Hollands, Jamaica, strong beer or wine of any price; here it is by the hogshead or the single glass, and not a cent to pay! Walk up, gentlemen, walk up, and help yourselves!

It were a pity if all this outcry should draw no customers. Here they come.-A hot day, gentlemen! Quaff and away again, so as to keep yourselves in a nice cool. sweat. You, my friend, will need another cupful to wash the dust out of your throat, if it be as thick there as it is on your cowhide shoes. I see that you have trudged half a score of miles today, and like a wise man have passed by the taverns and stopped at the running brooks and well-curbs. Otherwise, betwixt heat without and fire within, you would have been burnt to a cinder or melted down to nothing at all, in the fashion of a jelly-fish. Drink and make room for that other fellow, who seeks my aid to quench the fever of last night's potations, which he drained from no cup of mine.-Wel

come, most rubicund sir! You and I have been great strangers hitherto; nor, to confess the truth, will my nose be anxious for a closer intimacy till the fumes of your breath be a little less potent. Mercy on you, man! the water absolutely hisses down your red-hot gullet and is converted quite to steam in the miniature Tophet which you mistake for a stomach. Fill again, and tell me, on the word of an honest toper, did you ever, in cellar, tavern, or any kind of a dram-shop, spend the price of your children's food for anything half so delicious? Now, for the first time these ten years, you know the flavor of cold water. Good bye; and whenever you are thirsty, remember that I keep a constant supply at the old stand.-Who next?-Oh, my little friend, you are let loose from school and come here to scrub your blooming face and drown the memory of certain taps of the ferule, and other school-boy troubles, in a draught from the town-pump? Take it, pure as the current of your young life. Take it, and may your heart and tongue never be scorched with a fiercer thirst than now! There, my dear child! put down the cup and yield your place to this elderly gentleman who treads so tenderly over the paving-stones that I suspect he is afraid of breaking them. What! he limps by without so much as thanking me, as if my hospitable offers were meant only for people who have no wine-cellars.-Well, well, sir, no harm done, I hope? Go draw the cork, tip the decanter; but when your great toe shall set you a-roaring, it will be no affair of mine. If gentlemen love the pleasant titillation of the gout, it is all one to the town-pump. This thirsty dog with his red tongue lolling out does not scorn my hospitality, but stands on his hind legs and