“Let them alone for the present,” Mr Baxter said. “Anyway, Rebecca, you can never prove God; you can only find Him!” “Then do you think I have really experienced religion, Mr. Baxter?” I asked. “Am I the beginnings of a Christian?” “You are a dear child of the understanding God!” Mr. Baxter said; and I say it over to myself night and morning so that I can never forget it. * * * * * The year is nearly over and the next few months will be lived in the rush and whirlwind of work that comes before graduation. The bell for philosophy class will ring in ten minutes, and as I have been writing for nearly two hours, I must learn my lesson going up the Academy hill. It will not be the first time; it is a grand hill for learning! I suppose after fifty years or so the very ground has become soaked with knowledge, and every particle of air in the vicinity is crammed with useful information. I will put my book into my trunk (having no blessed haymow hereabouts) and take it out again,--when shall I take it out again? After graduation perhaps I shall be too grown up and too busy to write in a Thought Book; but oh, if only something would happen worth putting down; something strange; something unusual; something different from the things that happen every day in Riverboro and Edgewood! Graduation will surely take me a little out of “the hollow,”--make me a little more like the soaring eagle, gazing at the whole wide world beneath him while he wheels “slow as in sleep.” But whether or not, I'll try not to be a discontented shepherd, but remember what Mr. Baxter said, that the little strip that I see “twixt the hill and the sky” is able to hold all of earth and all of heaven, if only I have the eyes to see it. Rebecca Rowena Randall. Wareham Female Seminary, December 187--. Eleventh Chronicle. ABIJAH THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR EMMAJANE I “A warrior so bold and a maiden so bright Conversed as they sat on the green. They gazed at each other in tender delight. Alonzo the brave was the name of the knight, And the maid was the fair Imogene. “'Alas!' said the youth, 'since tomorrow I go To fight in a far distant land, Your tears for my absence soon ceasing to flow, Some other will court you, and you will bestow On a wealthier suitor your hand.' “'Oh, hush these suspicions!' Fair Imogene said, 'So hurtful to love and to me! For if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin that none in your stead Shall the husband of Imogene be!'”