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cleaned ; but that she was ludi- 
crously and wilfully ugly he 
could not believe. As for that 
first lesson of civilization 
which my words implicate, a 
civic control of the private 
architecture of the place, he 
would shrink from it with 
about as much horror as from 
civic control of the liquor trade. 
If he did not, he would still be 
unable to understand how the 
individual liberty that suffers 
a man to build offensively to 
his neighbor or to the public 
at large, is not liberty, but is 
a barbarous tyranny, which puts an end 
instantly to beauty, and extinguishes the 
common and the personal rights of every 
one who lives near the offender or passes 
by his edifice. The Americans are yet 
ON THE EAST SIDE. 
so far lost in the dark ages as to suppose 
that there is freedom where the caprice 
of one citizen can interfere with the com- 
fort or pleasure of the rest. 
A. Homos. 
“BEND TOW AND HARK.” 
By Bouise Chandler Moulton. 
Bend low and hark with me, my dear, 
How the winds sigh ! 
A voice is on them that I fear — 
It brings the by-gone days so near, 
Like a soul’s cry. 
Those whom we bury out of sight, 
How still they lie ! 
Beyond the reaches of the light, 
Outside the realm of day and night, — 
Do they not die? 
Shall we unbar the long-closed door — 
You, dear, or I ? 
Could love be what it was before 
If we should call them back once more, 
And they reply ? 
Would they life’s largess claim again ? 
. . . They draw too nigh. 
Oh, winds be still ! You shall not pain 
My heart with that long-hushed refrain 
As you sweep by. 
The dead have had their shining day — 
Why should they try 
To listen to the words we say, 
To breathe their blight upon our May ? 
. . . Yet the winds sigh. 
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