A gentleman in the street should never walk furiously, nor swagger, nor try to stare people out of countenance; neither when going up-hill ought he to be _shoved up by his domestics!_ He ought not to waste his time in barbers' shops and taverns, babbling nonsense; nor to watch the women who pass by; nor to gamble. He must not kiss his wife in the presence of his servants. If he is a merchant, he must not have two prices for his goods. He must be his own valet. He must wash his own feet, and put on his own shoes. And so the holy man goes on with much more sage counsel and Christian direction, teaching his flock not only how to be faithful children of the church, but how to be true gentlemen and gentlewomen. The etiquette which he lays down is not based upon the arbitrary and changeable rules of fashion, but upon the fixed principles of morality and good fellowship. We have thought it not amiss to give our readers a specimen of them, partly, indeed, because they show us in such an interesting manner what kind of lives people used to lead in his day, but also because they are full of good lessons and wholesome rebukes for ourselves, and because many of the follies which St. Clement condemned are still flourishing, just as they flourished then, or are newly springing into life after they have been for so many centuries forgotten. Of course, there are many of his rules which are not applicable to us. Many things which he forbade because they were indications or accompaniments of certain sinful practices are no longer wrong, because they have been completely dissevered from their evil associations. But upon the whole, we doubt not that a new edition of St. Clement's _Paedagogus_, or as we might translate it, "Complete Guide to Politeness," would be vastly more beneficial to the public than any of the hand-books of etiquette which are multiplied by the modern press. -------- Ran away to Sea. A treacherous spirit came up from the sea, And passing inland found a boy where he Lay underneath the green roof of a tree, In the golden summer weather. And to the boy it whispered soft and low-- Come! let us leave this weary land, and go Over the seas where the free breezes blow, In the golden summer weather. {104} I know green isles in far-off sunny seas, Where grow great cocoa-palms and orange-trees, And spicy odors perfume every breeze, In the golden summer weather. There, underneath the ever-glowing skies, Gay parrokeets and birds of paradise, Make bright the woods with plumes of gorgeous dyes, In the golden summer weather. And in that land a happy people stay: No hateful books perplex them night nor day; No cares of business fret their lives away, In the golden summer weather. But all day long they wander where they please, Plucking delicious fruits, that on the trees Hang all the year and never know decrease, In the golden summer weather.