54 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



ralism, we can ask nothing hotter. But 

 do not forget to flood it with the glow of 

 imagination ; that also is natural, and the 

 highest thing in Nature, anil Zola himself, 

 deep as lie may burrow, dare not venture 

 to despise it. 



We often complain of the unsatisfactori- 

 ness of reading serial stories, but there is 

 something to be said on the other side. It 

 is somewhat in these as in the romances of 

 our own lives, and the lives of those whom 

 we see around us ; we are present and ob 

 servant while character and fate are making, 

 and from month to month we await the 

 unfolding of the drama, as we wait in sus 

 pense for the thing that shall be. The 

 members of the cast have taken their places 

 upon the stage ; the curtain is up, the 

 action proceeds. What is to be the fate of 

 these new friends of ours ? Let us not an 

 ticipate ; let us wait and see. 



In the evening I looked upon quite a 

 different scene. The Neighbourhood Guild 

 in the sister city had a little entertainment 

 in honour of the day at its modest home 

 down near where they build the big ships 

 which carry the nation s flag over the 

 broad seas. When the time for refresh 

 ments came, there were seated at the tables 



