. Livre du bleu royal . les autres années.hors des vallées de Frederick wheatOver le chemin sinueux vers l'Ohio, doux. Rêvant là par la piscine au bord de la route.avec son courant ondulé si clair et frais.le fantôme passé et la vision est morte.et l'auberge a disparu, avec sa fierté liveriée;mais la vieille route s'étire, une main de gris.pour moi à travers les vallées d'hier ;et l'équipe si.x-span, Avec sa tente de neige.Rolls par quand je pense à la longue. L'ancien Pike national, âgé de plus de cent ans, n'est en aucun cas en désuétude. C'est encore une grande artère, butnot dans le sens que Henry Cl

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. Book of the Royal blue . the other years.Out of the valleys of Frederick wheatOver the winding way to Ohio, sweet. Dreaming there by the roadside pool.With its rippling current so clear and cool.The phantom passed and the vision died.And the inn was gone, with its liveried pride;But the old road stretches, a hand of gray.For me through the valleys of yesterday ;And the si.x-span team, with its tent of snow.Rolls by when I think of the long ago. The old National Pike, more than one hundred years old. is by no means in disuse. It is still a grand thoroughfare, butnot in the sense that Henry Clay supposed it would be. It stretches west from Baltimore through Frederick to Cumberland, and thence to the Ohio River, and a moement has been on foot for some time to put the old road in excellent condition forthe use of automobiles, connecting it up to the Pacific Coast. It has recently been proposed to build a Government road fromWashington to Gettysburg, which would connect the old highway with the capital.—Editor.. What some men call conscience isonly an unde eloped condition of fear. We must first get close to an idolbefore we can shatter it. Those who build their own crossesmust learn to bear the burden of theirweight. , Love lives on the breath of devotionsapplause and renews its life in the armsof appreciation. If the mother-in-law question is everanswered, she will have the last word. Let us go on building the castles ofour hopes; perhaps some day Fate mayfind a foundation for one of them. Genius is best viewed from a dis-tance: proximity to it means disillusion. The first lesson the logical womanlearns is silence. Too many opinions drive reason fromthe midst of argument. Intelligence is frequently measuredby the other fellows ignorance ratherthan from our own knowledge. Love lights may never go out, butthey burn very low at times. In the little game of conjecture let usnever include women. A Toast By ARTHUR G. LEWIS. Heres to the men and women who work, To the th

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