WE TWO, THE DOUBTING BRAIN AND HOPING HEART, with somber thought and radiant wish, in dusk and dawn, in light and shade 'neath star and sun, together journeying toward the night. And then the end, sighs the doubting brain--but there is no end, says the hoping heart. O Brain! if you knew, you would not doubt. O Heart! if you knew, you would not hope. ***** RIGHTS AND DUTIES spring from the same source. He who has no rights has no duties. Without liberty there can be no responsibility and no conscience. Man calls himself to an account for the use of his power, and passes judgment upon himself. The standard of such judgment we call conscience. In the proportion that man uses his liberty, his power, for the good of all, he advances, becomes civilized. Civilization does not consist merely in invention, discovery, material advancement, but in doing justice. By civilization is meant all discoveries, facts, theories, agencies, that add to the happiness of man. ***** AT BAY.--Sometimes in the darkness of night I feel as though surrounded by the great armies of effacement--that the horizon is growing smaller every moment--that the final surrender is only postponed--that everything is taking something from me--that Nature robs me with her countless hands--that my heart grows weaker with every beat--that even kisses wear me away, and that every thought takes toll of my brief life. ***** THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY.*--One year of perfect health--of countless smiles--of wonder and surprise--of growing thought and love--was duly celebrated on this day, and all paid tribute to the infant queen. There were whirling things that scattered music as they turned--and boxes filled with tunes--and curious animals of whittled wood--and ivory rings with tinkling bells--and little dishes for a fairy-feast--horses that rocked, and bleating sheep and monstrous elephants of painted tin. A baby-tender, for a tender babe, garments of silk and cushions wrought with flowers, and pictures of her mother when a babe--and silver dishes for another year--and coach and four and train of cars--and bric-a-brac for a baby's house--and last of all, a pearl, to mark her first round year of life and love. * Written on the first anniversary of his grandchild, Eva Ingersoll-Brown, August 27, 1892. ***** SHELLEY.--The light of morn beyond the purple hills--a palm that lifts its coronet of leaves above the desert's sands--an isle of green in some far sea--a spring that waits for lips of thirst--a strain of music heard within some palace wrought of dreams--a cloud of gold above a setting sun--a fragrance wafted from some unseen shore. ***** FATE.--Never hurried, never delayed, passionless, pitiless, patient, keeping the tryst--neither early nor late--there, on the very stroke and center of the instant fixed. *****