150 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



the enormous and abominable metropolitan 

 Sunday newspapers lie strewn upon the 

 porch and on the grass, filled to overflow 

 ing with things that nobody wants to know, 

 or ought to want to know, with here and 

 there a little pure true thought, a breath of 

 natural life, a lift of imagination, a glimpse 

 into the ideal. 



The scribe had some writing to do, and 

 he has discovered after not one or two, 

 but after many experiences, that as the 

 way in which to resume specie payments 

 was to resume, so the way in which to keep 

 cool, is to keep cool. Don t fret. &quot;Fret 

 not thyself because of evil-doers,&quot; the good 

 book says, and they are golden words, 

 worthy of all acceptance, and to be repeated 

 daily in the synagogue. But &quot;fret not 

 thyself at all&quot; is a good saying. Quietly ! 

 Quietly ! Don t fret ! The scribe attended 

 to his writing, and when he came down 

 among the others, where some of the older 

 folk were fuming very much as the babies 

 were, they said: &quot; Why, you don t look 

 hot at all ! &quot; But, nevertheless, he was 

 undeniably warm. 



Arm-chairs and rocking-chairs were car 

 ried out under the trees and pitched here 

 and there, wherever a tremor in the leaves 



