Art thou vexed By the rasping world around thee, and perplexed By the sin and sorrow rife, By the falsehood and the strife? To a larger, grander life Rise higher! If thou findest That the friends thy heart had counted truest, kindest, Have betrayed thee, why should’st thou Wear for this a frowning brow? Leave their falsehood far behind; Rise higher! Let each care Lift thee upward to a higher, purer air; Then let Fortune do her worst; Whether Fate has blessed or cursed; Little matter, if thou first Rise higher! And at last, When thy sorrows and temptations all are past, And the grand Death Angel brings Summons from the King of Kings, Thou shalt still, on angels’ wings Rise higher. * * * * * I have a friend who wishes me to see that to be right which I know to be wrong. But if friendship is to rob me of my eyes, if it is to darken the day, I will have none of it. It should be expansive and inconceivably liberalizing in its effects. True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.—_Thoreau._ LANDMARKS OF BOSTON. IN SEVEN DAYS. By E. E. HALE. The First Day. “My dear Isabella!” “My dearest Kate!” And the two women threw their arms each around the other’s neck, and, so embracing, they kissed each other. “And where are the children?” The children appeared at once. That tall John, who looked little enough like a child, was lifting his sister Caroline from the carriage. Molly followed, and it was explained that the elder John, Isabella’s husband, had undertaken to bring Dick up from the train on foot and by the horse cars, that he might explain to him something of the geography of Boston, so that he might be a guide to the rest. Proper fears were expressed that they might be lost. But of course they were not lost, and, in due time, they also joined the jolly breakfast table, where they found the first comers seated.