purpose, had not manly courage beat in my breast, and then had I not often been to the depot, and viewed the monster from all sides, and seen that though it snorted and bellowed and rattled, so as almost to deprive one of sight and hearing, it was nevertheless to the man who guided it submissive as a lamb? Had 1 not seen the people spring from the cars fresh and sound? Good Susanna, with your limited views, travelling in a carriage with knitting-work and a few gossipping friends is much preferable; the longer it lasts the better. I, a progressive man what say I—this running off has only this in view: Bamberg, my friend there, a good dinner in a German house, and afternoon coffee in the Theresenhain or upon the Altenburg.

She is a good person, my sister Susanna. She no sooner saw that my decision was unalterable than she declared that under all circumstances she would share my danger. "Where you are, Zachaus, there is my place," said she, "I shall go with you!" A brave resolution. But we had long known each other, that is to say, since our birth, for we are twins, have sympathized in the same joys and sorrows, and are now growing old together.

I find the question of my readers as to who we are, quite natural. This much you have a right to know, that I am a bachelor and live very respectably upon the interest of my capital. I have no desire to marry as long as Susanna, who is a perfect cook, remains with me. She has refused good prospects and lives gladly with me; first, because she loves me, and secondly, because I leave to her the entire management of my domestic affairs.

There we stood, I with my new wig which made me look so young, a glossy hat, modern frock coat and gloves, Susanna in a rosecolored bonnet and green vail, violet-blue satin dress and black mantilla, in the act of fastening her brooch, while Bijoux, her dear little lap dog, stretched and yawned on a chair near her. Upon her arm hung an embroidered bag, in which beside, a few eatables, were packed vials containing remedies for all possible unforeseen accidents. Lene the maid, had just stepped into the room

| with the steaming coffee which was to nour ish and strengthen us for the journey, as we heard a clattering over the pavements, and saw the omnibus which was to take us to the cars stop before the door.

"The impudent fellow is snapping his whip, there is no time for coffee, we will drink somewhere else; Susanna, hurry!” I took my new overcoat, umbrella and cane, felt of my pocket to be sure that I had not forgotten my purse and hastened to the door. Not so Susanna. Leave the coffee in the lurch? Give up storeroom and cellar to the maid who stole everything not under lock and key, and hold upon her tongue those lessons of wisdom and virtue, which, though they had been often repeated, were to serve as a shield for the careless Lena against any chance temptation,--that was not so quickly decided upon. The whip cracked again. "Susanna, the fellow will leave us, he is just in the act of driving off," cried I, with heartfelt anxiety, and siezed the poodle, which, judging from his unmerciful screams, I must have done rather unskilfully. "Come," begged I for the third time, and hurried with the shrieking animal down the steps. act, carried out in a moment of desperation, succeeded. Maid, coffee, all was forgotten by Susanna; Bijoux her only thought, and so she reached the omnibus almost as soon as I, and wrested the dog from my hands, who, as soon as his mistress was seated, crept between the rich folds of her dress, and after being coaxed and caressed grew quiet. That all this did not pass without results to myself is quite comprehensible, when one knows Susanna; who, though so good as she otherwise is, can keep nothing upon her heart. To reply to her is like pouring oil upon the fire, therefore I bore all her invectives in silence, though I felt ashamed before the people who were with us in the omnibus.

This

"Didn't I tell you we were too early?" said Susanna, as we got out at the depot. The train from München, which was to take us on our journey had truly not arrived; so I proposed to Susanna to go to a restaurant and retrieve the loss of the lamented coffee, but she declared that after all the vexation she had suffered, coffee would be poison to her. At length the train rolled in to the depot. The doors of the coupés were

thrown open, a variegated crowd developed itself and then vanished as suddenly as it had come, while those who were going on with the train, among whom were ourselves, hurried after the vacant places.

"Third class for this lady and myself!" cried I to the conductor, who readily opened a coupé, but at the same time declared politely, though very decidedly, that dogs were not allowed in the passenger cars, but that a car was especially provided for them, where our dog would be admitted after being provided with a ticket. By way of comfort he assured us that our dog would there find more society of his equals.

My sister stiffened almost to a pillar of salt. Separate herself from her Bijoux, and for two hours long to know that he was in the society of goodness knows what sort of dogs! But all her protestations were in vain. I hurried to the office and bought a ticket, and Susanna took the last parting look at her favorite. With great difficulty we reached our seats. The bone-and-marrow-piercing whistle sounded from the monster's throat, then a sudden jerk, which threw my hat from my head into the lap of a pretty maiden who sat opposite me, and on rushed the train.

Of all that we passed before reaching Erlangen, I saw nothing and know nothing, for I had enough to do to comfort Susanna about the dog, which she imagined rent in pieces by his comrades. At first she was speechless and all my consolation seemed to pass unheeded, until she was assured by all in the coupé that her favorite would suffer no harm, for the most savage dogs were, when travelling, as quiet as lambs, and that in any case he was safer than he would be with us, where he might spring out of the window and fall under the wheel. I promised to look after him as soon as we reached Erlanger | and report to her his good or ill condition. So she became quiet and began to give some attention to her surroundings. There were very pleasant people in our coupé, the before named pretty maiden, opposite her a young man with a black moustache, the ends of which he from time to time turned; Sunday guests going to Kirchweih in Erlangen, travelling merchants. A conversation about wind and weather was soon commenced and just as we were about to discuss Windischgrätz

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and Wrangel, and the principles of the German parliament, the piercing signal was given that we had arrived at Erlangen.

I fulfilled my promise to look after the dog and brought Susanna the comforting assurance that he lay upon soft straw and slept like a prince.

At the station was crowding and confusion. Casks were rolled, trunks piled up, conductors screamed, slow baggage-men were driven up, and in the midst of all this a voice called into our coupé, "Will you have a glass of good larger beer?" To me it was welcome; I offered it to Susanna. She took a sip and said with a sigh: "If it were only a cup of coffee." "You shall be quickly served," said the man, and sprang into the nearest hotel. The coupés were already closed as he came hurrying with the coffee. I took the cup from his hand, and was in the act of reaching it to Susanna, as shrieked the locomotive; I started, the cup dropped from my hand and the brown contents fell upon the violet-blue dress. On rushed the train, but the cup lay in fragments at Susanna's feet and the fellow outside had in his hand my two-gulden piece, from whom I had forgotten to take the change.

I bore my loss quietly, for in travelling one must be resigned to such things, but in order not again to be subjected to a similar mishap, I urged my sister, who is more cautious than myself, to take my well-filled purse and in future to be paymistress. In vain was the dress wiped and rubbed, in vain did our companions suggest this and that the spots grew larger and more visible. I, the unhappy cause of this misfortune, sat like a poor sinner and let all the reproaches, in which my Susanna was not sparing, pass over me; my clumsiness had richly deserved them!

"Doesn't it smell as if something was burning?" I had heard my neighbor whisper a few minutes before, but in the lamentation over Susanna's dress I had given the remark no attention. Now I began to feel a stinging pain and saw with terror a glimmering spot upon my new cassimere pants, the result of which was a right pretty hole, which would have made me the scandal of Bamberg. A cinder from the locomotive had flown into the coupè and caused the accident.

Now it was my turn to lament, but — suddenly it was pitch dark. We were in the tunnel. Susanna forgot for the moment her grief and clung to me, who was also so terrified in the uncomfortable space as scarcely to be able to control myself. What if here the boiler should burst, or the wheels get stuck, or the roof of the arch should fall in ? I could not rid myself of these thoughts; an indescribable fear siezed me- -it became clear again and in the dazzling light appeared the smiling fields. "How beautiful!" cried I, all fear being now behind me, but was interrupted in my further observations, as I saw my before mentioned pretty neighbor, next whom sat the gentleman with the black moustache, with a similar one in miniature as if drawn with a coal! Is it then contagious? and has it any connection with the maiden's bright red cheeks? I had already, notwithstanding my sorrow, remarked that the young people must be acquainted with each otherbut the moustache on the young lady, I had not noticed before entering the tunnel!

The Walpurgisberg were already visible in the distance; we were in Baiersdorf. Just as we arrived, the train from Bamberg flew by, and in one of the coupés was a familiar face, that belonged to my friend, the same that we were going to visit in Bamberg and who was probably on his way to Nürnberg to visit us! Why had I not written him that I was coming, and what should I now do in the strange city, where I knew no one, and as little their manners and customs? Fortunately Susanna did not see our friend, and I took good care not to let her know he had passed, for why should I unnecessarily increase her trouble? At Baiersdorf one of our number got out and a large fat man that the door would scarcely admit, got in. He plunged into the vacant seat, but quickly sprang up with a scream. Susanna had taken off her rose-colored bonnet on account of the heat, and laid it, together with the embroidered bag, on the seat beside her, where was sufficient room. The fat man had pressed the bonnet to the thickness of a sheet of paper, and crushed the contents of the bag, from which now came a penetrating odor of brandy, camphor and peppermint. He cursed the glass splinters, and talked about sueing for damages. Meanwhile, Susanna,

with suppressed rage, for her anger at the leviathan rendered her incapable of uttering a syllable, bent over the squashed bonnet trying to give it a shape which would admit of her appearing in it before folks. The pretty girl, who was a milliner, offered her assistance and soon restored it, not to be sure to its original form, but to one which she asserted appeared as the newest mode in the last Leipziger journal. My sister now became more cheerful as one after the removal of a greater misfortune forgets the lesser. I comforted myself with the thought that there was only one more station before we should reach Bamberg, for we were now at Hirschheid. Here a passenger crowded past us and got out in a great hurry, taking with him my new overcoat. In a second the door was again locked. As soon as I missed my coat I bent out of the window, and really there was the fellow just turning around the corner of the depot with my pea-green coat under his arm. "Are you going to let him steal that coat?" screamed Susanna. So there was nothing to be done, but for me to call to the conductor to open the door. I sprang upon the gallop after the thief, but every trace of him had vanished. Hopeless I turned to resume my seat. Just then the signal was given and in spite of my running I came too late. The train was already in motion, and my call to stop in vain; in vain also did Susanna extend her arms toward me, her lamentations resounded amidst the clanking of the cars, and I stood looking after the train the picture of despair.

As soon as I in some degree recovered my consciousness, I began to comprehend my misery. There I stood upon the street, with a hole burned in my pants and not a penny in my pocket, for I had given my purse to Susanna. I had no overcoat and my umbrella was with the train on its way to Bamberg. Both were now necessary, for dense clouds covered the sky and a severe thunderstorm was in immediate prospect; it already began to rain.

But help is often nearest when our need is greatest. A peasant in a one-horse covered wagon drove along the highway close by the depot. I ran to him and related my misfortune; fortunately he was going to Bamberg and readily consented to take me with him.

ALUMNI GREETING AND FAREWELL,

BY MRS. HELEN RICH.

Dear friends of yore, the shadows fall
Long in our golden afternoon;
And if the sweetness we recall

Of morning hours that fled too soon, We touch the calm and shining sands, We near that still and crystal sea, And hail the bright, celestial lands

Where never tears or partings be.

For, gazing down the lengthening road,

We find the best-beloved of yore With whom those flowery paths we trod, Were those who walk with us no more.

Upon that bold, majestic sweep,

A valiant soul its pinions tried, And there, when twilight came to weep, Our little summer daisy died,

The dearest are the early lost,

And yet shall we who linger here, Forget, amid the autumin's frost,

The beauty of the opening year? We have not kept the hills between

Where bitter gales may never blow, Nor found the heights of living green

Secure from baleful mists below.

Nor have we swept the world's great harp, And roused its echoes strange and sweet, Or stood where conflict, hot and sharp, Laid low its thousands at our feet.

The paths of duty and of truth

Through lowlier fields of life have lain; But to have missed the dreams of youth Implies not we have lived in vain.

Ah, friends and mentors, life, for each,
Has held us in caressing arms.
And though we failed our aim to reach,
Bless God, we've missed the deadly harms.

And not in vain thy harvest grand,
O, Alma Mater, dear and wise,
To thee from many a distant land
Thy children turn their grateful eyes.

To thee whose benedictions rest

On all our lives with influence sweet, Whose wise instructions, doubly blest, Guide ever to His gracious feet,

A

BY REV. O. F. SAFFORD.

GENUINE appreciation of the beautiful is one of the great needs of American society. We are not yet a refined people. Whether we are, as so many affirm, inferior in this respect to the people of the old world, need not now be our inquiry, as it is sufficient for all purposes of self-humiliation to say that we are not a refined people. What a refined people would be, supposing there were such a people in the world, as we suppose there is not - we will also not stop to inquire. It would lead us into Utopian descriptions altogether too indefinite and dreamy for our present purpose.

At least and this is all we mean when we come to the exact point- there is yet room for improvement in esthetics in all our communities. Our predecessors, who have done so large a share of the rough quarrying of this continent, are not to be blamed because they have not chiseled the stones they have quarried into such forms as Greece has bequeathed to us. The struggle for civilization in this new world was first for material prosperity. That is in a large measure gained, and the way is now opening to higher achieve

ments.

It is a needless mistake to think that more devotion to the Fine Arts will be attended with less devotion to what Theodore Parker called the "Coarse Arts"- such as breadmaking, house-cleaning, and the like. The "Fine Arts” are properly the flowering of the "Coarse Arts"- and growth of character is the final fruit of both.

We are aware that many people are suspicious of the moral influence of devotion to beauty. Well, we suppose beauty can be made an idol of. No doubt it can. So can any other attribute of Deity. For if beauty be a reality, it is an attribute of God. As such it should be recognized and loved. We do not propose to enter into an argument to prove the moral integrity of beauty. It is to