He rosined up his rusty bow (His eyes were brimming over), Then (o—o—oh!) meandered slow Through endless “Kitty Clover.” He’d suffered many a cruel wrong Amid a sordid nation; He’d waited wearily and long— At last the compensation! What cared he now for snub and sneer From churlish fools around him? In those sweet eyes he saw a tear, And felt that fame had crowned him. And you, my friends, may laugh or frown, And still I’ll risk the saying, That angels stooped from glory down To hear the fiddler playing. And he that holds the golden pen, That chief of all the bright ones, Who registers the deeds of men, The wrong ones and the right ones— He oped the book, and did record A sweet and gracious deed there— A deed performed to Christ the Lord That he shall smile to read there. BLUE LAWS. An interesting and suggestive chapter in our early colonial history is found in the constitution, laws and court records of Connecticut. That some of the enactments and judicial proceedings, to those ignorant of the peculiar condition of the colonists, seem ludicrous, and fit to provoke the unfriendly criticism they have received, is not denied. But an honest, competent critic can not take them thus, and will not hastily discredit the intelligence of the men who, under new and most trying circumstances, made such regulations for their little commonwealth as the exigencies of the situation seemed to demand. We do not approve of all the laws of that olden-time as wise and just; nor do we think the administration always beyond just reproach; but we do venerate the men who for the glory of God and the good of society enacted and rigorously enforced them. The ancient orthography is retained as a specimen of the English of that day: CONSTITUTION OF 1638.