Gorgeous the board with massive metal shone,
Gorgeous with gems arose in front a throne:
These through the Orient lattice saw the sun.
If gold there was, of meat and bread was none
Save one small loaf; this stretched his hand and took
Ahab Mohammed, prayed to God, and broke:
One half his yearning nature bade him crave,
The other gladly to his guest he gave.
"I have no more to give"
"--he cheerily said;
"With thee I share my only loaf of bread."
Humbly the stranger took the offered crumb,
Yet ate not of it, standing meek and dumb,
Then lifts his eyes, - the wondering Ahab saw
His rags fall from him as the snow in thaw.
Resplendent, blue, those orbs upon him turned:
All Ahab's soul within him throbbed and burned.

"Ahab Mohammed," spoke the vision then,
"From this thou shalt be blessed among men.
Go forth thy gates the Mede bewildered flees,
And Allah thank thy people on their knees.
He who gives somewhat does a worthy deed,
Of him the recording angel shall take heed.
But he that halves all that his house doth hold,

His deeds are more to God, yea, more than finest

gold."

-J. M. LEGARÉ.

THE GENTLEMAN

WHEN you have found a man, you have not far to go to find a gentleman. You cannot make a gold ring out of brass. You cannot change an Alaska crystal to a South African diamond. You cannot make a gentleman till you have first a man.

To be a gentleman, it will not be sufficient to have had a grandfather. It does not depend upon the tailor, or the toilet. Blood will degenerate. Good clothes are not good habits. The prince Lee Boo concluded that the hog, in England, was the only gentleman, as being the only thing that did not labor. A gentleman is just a gentle-man; no more, no less; a diamond polished that was first a diamond in the rough.

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A gentleman is gentle; a gentleman is modest; a gentleman is courteous; a gentleman is generous; gentleman is slow to take offense, as being one that never gives it; a gentleman is slow to surmise evil, as being one that never thinks it; a gentleman goes armed only in consciousness of right; a gentleman subjects his appetites; a gentleman refines his tastes; a gentleman subdues his feelings; a gentleman deems every other better than himself.

Sir Philip Sidney was never so much a gentleman mirror though he was of England's knighthood - as when, upon the field of Zutphen, as he lay in his own blood, he waived the draught of cold spring water that

was brought to quench his mortal thirst, in favor of a dying soldier. St. Paul described a gentleman when he exhorted the Philippian Christians, "Whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are of good report, if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."

GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE.

COLUMBUS1

BEHIND him lay the gray Azores,
Behind, the Gates of Hercules,
Before him not the ghost of shores,
Before him only shoreless seas.

The good mate said, "Now must we pray,
For lo! the very stars are gone;
Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?”
"Why, say, 'Sail on! sail on! and on!""

"My men grow mutinous day by day,

My men grow ghastly wan, and weak."
The stout mate thought of home; a spray
Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek.
"What shall I say, brave Admiral, say,
If we sight naught but seas at dawn?"
Why, you may say, at break of day,

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'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!""

1 From the complete works of Joaquin Miller. Copyrighted. By permission of the publishers, Whitaker and Ray Company.

They sailed and sailed as winds might blow,

Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way,

For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say He said, "Sail on! sail on! and on!"

They sailed. They sailed.

Then spoke the mate:

"This mad sea shows his teeth to-night;

He curls his lips, he lies in wait

With lifted teeth as if to bite;

Brave Admiral, say but one good word,
What shall we do when hope is gone?"
The words leaped like a leaping sword,
"Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"

Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck,

And peered through darkness. Ah, that night

Of all dark nights! and then a speck,

It

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"A light! A light! A light! A light!"

grew, a starlit flag unfurled!

It grew to be Time's burst of dawn.

He gained a world; he gave that world

Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!"

- JOAQUIN MILLER.

LITTLE AND GREAT

A TRAVELER, through a dusty road,
Strewed acorns on the lea;

And one took root and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.

Love sought its shade at evening time,
To breathe its early vows;

And Age was pleased, in heats of noon,
To bask beneath its boughs.

The dormouse loved its dangling twigs,
The birds sweet music bore;
It stood a glory in its place,
A blessing evermore.

A little spring had lost its way
Amid the grass and fern;
A passing stranger scooped a well,
Where weary men might turn.
He walled it in, and hung with care
A ladle at the brink;

He thought not of the deed he did,
But judged that Toil might drink.
He passed again and lo! the well,
By summers never dried,

Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues,
And saved a life beside.