THE CHASE. 
No saint in the calendar has had more devoted or more pains- 
taking disciples than Saint Hubert. In savage life, the pursuit 
of wild beasts or the capture of fish has always been a necessity, 
and in all ages, and in all civilized countries, many persons have 
found their most exquisite enjoyments in the same pursuit. As 
a general rule, these persons are lovers of nature unmarred by 
the hand of man. They love to hear the rushing of mighty 
waters, and they love the soft cadence of the murmuring brook. 
They love the deep shade of the primeval forest, and they love 
the broad expanse of the wild prairie, with its green, grassy car- 
pet, gemmed all over with brilliant wild flowers whose fragrance 
they inhale with a new delight. They love the rocky cafion and 
the mountain crag, where the throes of nature have upheaved the 
earth’s deep crust and thrown all into a wild confusion, as if in 
anger an Almighty hand had there dashed the debris of another 
world. They love to sleep beneath the old pine tree, and listen to 
the sighing of the wind as it softly creeps through its long and 
slender leaves, or upon the soft grass by the side of the sweet 
spring of water under the broad spreading oak, the rustling of 
. whose leaves soothes to quiet repose. -They love to listen to the 
raging storm, and see its wild work all around them; and so they 
love the soothing influence of the quiet calm, when nature seems 
in profound repose, and all is still as the infant’s sleep. At 
the break of day upon the mountain side they love to count the 
stars, and witness the waking of animated nature, when the 
birds fly forth to sing, and the beasts leave their lairs to seek 
their food while yet the dew softens the herbage which they love 
the best. They love to catch the sun’s first rays as they dart 
from beneath the distant horizon, feeling new life and vigor as 
they shine upon them, and with swelling heart they watch him 
rise, as if from a bed of rest, and cast his smile upon the new- 
born day. Oh, it is a glorious joy to be where the defacing hand 
of man has never marred the harmonious beauty which pervades 
Nature’s handiworks. ‘There we look with reverence and awe 
upon what God has done, and what God alone could do, and re- 
joice, even in our insignificance, that we are permitted there to 
