170 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



quietly creep away, and lie down for the last 

 time in the solitude of the remote forest, for 

 life has no more for us within its gift. 



My brothers in arms, have we not sum- 

 mert d and wintered together, have we not 

 had a common playtime, and have we not 

 fought side by side in social and political 

 frays, as with beasts at Ephesus ? Have we 

 not tested each other s temper, and found 

 what manner of men we are ? Do we not 

 know that so long as life holds out we shall 

 be ready to rally at the call, and present a 

 bold front to the ills that threaten any one 

 of us, or the commonweal ? Then go to ! 

 Let us join hands, and look into each other s 

 eyes, and frankly confess that we are kin 

 dred spirits, and in our feeling a little more 

 than kin and not less than kind. 



And now the footfall is silent on the 

 doorstep. Away in the distance, the rum 

 bling coach takes its course over the val 

 ley, and the dust has fallen upon the track 

 which it made. Close the windows and 

 draw the curtains, and permit the spiders 

 to weave their webs across the sashes. 



Let us go up upon the mountain, and 

 look for the locusts. 



JUNE 26, 1SSM. 



