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THE GLAUCOUS-WINGED GULL. 



lliey l)ui tlu' \cry raiiiparis nf (irdi-r, tlie synilx ilical hri-astworUs of org'aiiized 

 luiinan iiiduvlry iinw inillt'iiniuiiis cild! And \cl. upun a wcmxU-ii pedotal hard 

 1)\' sits a gull, serene, sedate, unhurried, a son of the wilderness gazing u])on 

 \nii with level e\'e, and rebuking l)y his very blue-gray calm the pomp and 

 madness of men. 



^'()U lia\e esca])ed for the nonce from the counting-room fetid with 

 usuridus plots: his Inisiness has always been conducted in the open, his manv 

 farings I'iscil \)y the sun. and his lodging places ])urilied In- the gentle rains. 



\ c5u are con- 

 cerned about 

 your cloth- 

 ing, and you 

 dress labori- 

 o u s 1 y for 

 "the occa- 

 sion" ; his 

 wardri;)be is 

 .always on his 

 b a c k, well- 

 lilting, sea- 

 sonable, and 

 " CO r r ec t." 

 N'l lu, poor 

 Ininian. are 

 w o r r i e d 

 almut the in- 

 creased cost 

 of living; 

 M is Opu- 

 lence, the 

 Gull, fares 

 fat on what 

 }'0u squan- 

 der, and \awns cotiteiitedlv o\-er a full crnp. As for re\'els, what more giddy 

 whirl th;in the aerial dance nf llie white-winged watchers, as they welcome an 

 incoming steamer, or divide the cook's largess on the churning waters ! ^^dlat ! 

 You lired-e\'ed galle\' slave of Fortune, you spent son of .\ml)ition and dull 

 Care ! Consider the sea-gulls, hnw ihev fare and forget yom'self — for an hour. 

 The gidls are mother Nature's pledge that she has not forgotten us. The 

 sparrows gibbering in the street yonder are scant comfort to the human lieart ; 

 — (Outcasts they are. mere collocations of soil and smut, inane, blatant, futile. 

 But here, where sea meets shore, Xatm'e deals kindK- with us and sends dainti- 



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vou.NT, burgom.\sti-:rs. 



