26 THE SUNDAY OKEG0NIA2T, PpKTLAND, AUGUST 24, 1902. FORTY miles south of Grant's Pass, Southern Oregon, deep down In the bowels of Old Grayback a tim bered mountain of the Coast Range are found the greatest limestone caves of tho world. The caves are reached from Grant's Pass from the Kcrby stage road, or by -way of the beautiful and vordant "Williams Valley. In either case tho last few miles to the labyrinths must be made over a mountainous, wooded trail, through a primeval district that Is but little changed from what It was a half-century ago, when the pioneer goldhunters flocked into the region from California. Nowhere can the tourist find anything more won derful, more remarkable, more beautiful, than these limestone labyrinths in the heart of Old Grayback, yet they are com paratively unknown except to those who live and dwell near them. When they were first discovered they were known as "Josephine -Caves," but in recent years they have grown to be called the "Great Oregon Caves." A few years ago Elijah Davidson, a hunter, pursued a bear through the South ern Oregon mountains, and, following It to its den, was led into the mouth of tho "Great Oregon Caves." From the email opening into which he was led Davidson found a multitude of narrow passages leading into tho depths of the mountain. These many passages had the appearance of Innumerable cells cut Into the snow white limestone and leading Into unknown' dungeons of darkness. The accident of Davidson marked the discovery of the caves, and while that was several years ago, they are asf yet unexplored except to & 6hallow depth. On the south side of Grayback Mountain the entrance to the caves is found. There are two entrances, one above the other and about 200. feet apart-Out from the lower entrance a stream "of -water issues and goes babbling down the canyon. Tho tinkling music of this brook, the whisper ing of the wind through the boughs of tho tall pines that stand sentinel at the mouth of the caves, and the barking of the squir rels In the forest trees are the only sounds that break the primeval silence of the solitude that surrounds tho labyrinths. Somo enterprising party has built a small shed over tho lower entrance, across the front wall of which is written in huge let ters the words Great Oregon Caves. This, together -with tho ladders that are found here and there on the inside, are about the only Improvements about the caves. They He Just as Nature left them tho perfection of beauty, the wonder of tho world. The two entrances really lead to two distinct caves, though the explorer, if he be an adept at such work, can pans from one to tho other in the interior. After employing a competent guide and supply ing himself with an ample number of torches, or a good lantern, the explorer enters tho lower cavo and finds himself in a small hallway from which a countless number of narrow tunnels ramify Into the unknown. Following one of these, he is led through passages hewn out of lime stone. In many places these are so low and narrow as to be pasecd through only on hands and knees, and .again they will open up wide and high enough to admit tho passage of several carriages abreast. These tunnels lead into chambers, colls and caverns. A strong current of air passes through these tunnels, making It difficult to keep a torch lighted at times and giving assurance of a corresponding opening on the other side of the moun tain. This entrance to the caves, if there Is such, has not been discovered as yet. The current of air may be explained by the fact -that there has been found an opening to an unexplored cave in Del Norte county, Cal, 50 miles south, which may possibly be a distant entrance to the "Great Oregon Caves." As the explorer penetrates further Into the depths of the labyrinths, he believes hlmsolf entering the palace of an under world monarch. The light of tho torches reflects the glistening beauty of the wall's, celling and c61umns of halls, chambers and caverns, all of limestone of purest -white and the most beautiful brilliancy. But if one expects before entering the caves to find the innumerable halls and .caverns chiseled and shaped as the hand of men would have done them, he will be sadly disappointed, for .there are no square cham bers or halls in the caves. Irregularity is manifest everywhere throughout them, and in this particular they are unsur passed. There are no parallel walls, and but few straight ones, but corners are everywhere. In every chamber are to be found beautiful views of stalactites pend ent from the celling, and .standing out In bold relief against snow-whito walls of limestone. In the light of the explorer's torch, tho crystals on the walls and cell ing sparkle and glitter like so many dia monds. In the "Great Oregon Caves" there are a number of interesting halls and cham bers. These are to be found at distances of from one-half to one mile from the entrance, and are reached after much squeezing, climbing and slipping through narrow passages, over tall boulders and down Into gloomy depths that at first seem bottomless. If the guide accom panying the explorer has been in the caves several times before, ho will have a name and an appropriate qne, too for each and wi 01 me various cnamoers ana caverns. "Who it was that first gave these names is not known, but they aro good ones and should remain unchanged. There are tho "Devil's Banquet Hall, the "Queen's Chamber," "White Boom." "Drapery Room," "Ghost's Chamber" and "Old Nick's Bedroom." The "Dcil'a Banquet Hall" is found far back, about three-fourths of. a mile from the lower entrance. It Is a large, circular hall, U0 feet across, with a domed celling that stands 60 feet from the floor at the highest point, and from -which long nnd brilliant stalactites hang like extravagant floral decorations. On each side of the immense room and opponlte each other are tho two arched entrances to the great hall. Standing In one of these entrances and gazing across with uplifted torch, the explorer witnesses a sight he will never forget Beautiful, yet awe-lnsplring and almost grewsorae. Is tho spectacle presented. Boulders of lime stone and af all elses and shapes aro strewn over the floor in reckless confu sion, as if Hl3 Satanic Majesty had been forced to abandon and flea from his ban-quetlng-place in dire haste. The dismal shadows from the flickering lights leap hither and yon about the walls and call ing, and Impart a ghoulish, dance-like as pect to the scene. Multitudes of little streams trickle, down tho trails and fUl the ball -with rippling music, pletsant for devils, perhaps, but not it all such for superstitious explorers. As one looks and listens, he can easily imagine that the devil Is holding high carnival In his favor ite banquet hall. Ono can seo tho myriad little Imps as they caper hither and yon In and out of the many dark recesses of tho great hall. The dancing devils, the tinkling music, the dull, distant roar as of an underground cataract, soon gives the explorer enough of tho "Devil's Banquet Hall," and he makes his retreat, leaving tho imps to their eternal midnight dance and frolic The "'Queen's Chamber" Is another of the remarkable and beautiful rooms of the "Great Oregon Caves." This Is a spacious hall, well worthy of the name given If From the celling of this room, as In all the other chambers of the cave, countless stalactites .depend, and from the needle like point of each of these a single drop of water hangs and clings and glitters like a huge solltalro diamond. The celling to the "Queen's Chamber," hung with its countless stalactites and their glittering points, reminds one of a huge Arctic grotto, thickly hung -with snow-white icicles The walls of the "White Room" are hung with graceful festoons, arranged In all sorts of fantastic shapes. These are pure white, and are In rows one above the other from the foot of tho wall up to where the celling forms an Irregular dome above From an artistic point of view It would he bard for ono to choose between the "White Room" and tho "Drapery Room." the next chamber of interest -In the lime stone palace. It Is very much llko the "White Jtoom," eavo in tha manner of the arrangement of Its decorations. Here wo find, instead of the regular rows of fes toons, massive draperies, curtains, and portiere,, No artist could have arranged these- draperies more- tastefully than Na ture bore has done. So natural do they appear, one is almost tempted to draw aside tha folds and see what is behind. The "Ghost Chamber" derives Its name from the presence of one especially large stalactite that looms up white and ghostly In the center of the room when tho explorer first enters. Oyer the floor are strewn a. confusion of bouldors and stalagmites. In this room the dripping process from the sUlactltes stems to have been mora rapid, for the chamber contains a -number of solid columns reach ins from tho floor to the celling that havo been formed by the ceaseless drip, drip, of tha lime-impregnated water fri$m the point of the stalactite above. This end less process has slowly lengthened them till they have met half way and formed & solid column from the floor to 'tho celling. We next go to "Old Nick's. Bedroom." It is here, presumably bis satanic majesty retires after bis hours of revelry in the banquet ball. One cannot help but admire "Old Nick's" choice of a bed chamber, for It Is doubtful. If he could have found a prettier, more handsome room in which to pass his hours of re pose If Indeed he ha-s ny. Graceful, tastefully arranged curtains hang over the bed or the place ens imagines tho be.d ought to bs; the bed is probably there but it beln a devils bod it is of course invisible to the human eye. Just how far these caves havo been penetrated with the winding passages ex plored, is not known, but probably no ex ploring party has ever gone forther than one mile into their- depths. Distance in tho "Greit Oregon Caves" is something that cannot be measured with accuracy. Tho subterranean passages wind in and out, and turn and twist -with endless variations. From a single room 05 hall, a half-dozen low and narrow passages may ramify. Some of these openings lead out into other stone-walled, stone celled, snow-white apartments; some, after describing a curve, or after mak ing many short turns, and acute angles, return to the same room. Some of the openings lead down to unknown depths, while others lead to passages aloft. Be yond any doubt the mountain Is one vast honeycomb of limestone, and many years will pass hsfore the caves are completely explored, in tbuth they may never ' be. For any party of explorers to enter the caves without a competent guide would be a very risky undertaking. Once fairly entangled In tho intricate labyrinth 0 rooms, chambers and tunnels, the ex plorer would become hopelessly bewild ered and might wander for days and weeks, or even months' without finding the way out of his mountain prison. There are some people who concede that theso caves were, in prehistoric time, the abiding place nf human beings, of a strange people who lived in tho time of tho Cave Dweller' Age. If this were true it would secra that there would be some relic left of such a people, but of this there Is nothing. It Is too bad thi) "Great Oregon Caves" are so little known. They aro as groat, if not a greater natural wonder than the far-famed Mammoth Caves, of Kentucky. THEIR SEPARATE WAYS BY JOHN FLEMING WILSON MAYNARD MATTHEWS brushed the "cigarette ashes from hs waist coat and held the letter closer to the light. The angular Bcrlpt depressed him with Its suggestions of former mes sages. He did not like to bo reminded too concretely of the days when he -was blindly foolish. But he was thankful that she had not used his name In her signature. Panchlta had sounded sweet In the hours of Illusion; Panchlta Mat thews would have simply been an .echo of the claim that he hated. She had scrawled only n few words, but they conveyed more than he cared to determine. To abandon his foolish wife had been easy, so free from legal Imped iment that he was uncomfortable from a sense of having missed the self-respect' which Is fortified by opposition. He re read the sentences aloud. Tho appeal provoked him- Why couldn't he drop that part of his Ufo entirely? He tossed the letter into- the waste basket and took up a note that held far pleasanter suggestions. It ran: My Dear llr. Matthews Tou were kind enough to ask' if I would not go with you to that funny garden some tlmo. Mamma, thinks Thursday night would suit perfectly. If you will call for us as early as S o'clock we shall be ready. I am curious to seo the. amusements of the other half. Faithfully, EDITH TRIAKKOK. Tuesday. This note he dwelt over contentedly. It was .Thursday evening, -and be had a comfortable time in which to reach the house As he dressed himself tho knowl-1 ego that Edith Trlannon was to visit ' with him a place where the "other hair' amused itself seemed to gently purify his own recollections. The garden reeked with tobacco smoke undor tho glare of the calcium lights. Huddles of men nnd women chattered and laughed and shrieked with piercing appreciation of the performance. As things went on, the groups merged into one, body of tumultuous satisfaction. The -three, quite far up on one side, seemed left a little islet of scdateness and They should be owned by the state and set aside as a-public park. Better roads' should be built to them, and some ac commodations ond conveniences pre' pared for tho tourists who visit them. They are one of the -important features "that deserve to make Oregon tho greatest state jn the Union. DENNIS H. STOVAliL. Grant's Pass, Oregon. respectability amid this elemental effu siveness, And Maynard Matthews felt wjth satisfactory vividness that Edith Trlannon and her mother were drawn closer to him Jn distinct though tacit congeniality. It was almost the social convergence of three Europeans among savages; and his sense of their increas Ing dependence upon him as the only member of their own class was very be guiling. Act after act came on and passed out In applause. Matthows looked over his gaudy programme. He .was undecided whether to risk further developments In the Tcnowledge that the spectators were lapsing Into a freer mood every moment. But tho feeling that the more obtrustlyo the vulgarity on the" stage the moro marked his association with the fair girl at hi3 side determined him. He perfunc torily Inquired of Mrs. Trlannon whether she wished to leave, and her polite eva- slon he accepted as permission to stay through, "Tho other half seems to be enjoying Itself," he remarked to his companion. She smiled brilliantly. "It's worth see ing. Their keen pleasure lessens the sense one has that It Is all so common. Anyway, I suppose, it's human." "A dangerous sentiment," he responded, "but very kindly." "Kindly? Why. Mr. Matthews, do you know I almost feel as though I could' en Joy this I mean tho acts on the stage Just as these people do. Am I horribly primitive?" ' He glanced at her appreciatively. "Yqur prlmlUveness is seductive." he re plied with quiet admiration, "and It has the effectiveness of art," ' She was silent without reproof. Almost before he had Interpreted hey attitude she touched his arm gently and I frankly laughed. "I wonder If that is the art you .refer to?" He turned his eyes upon the stage and .then swiftly bent over hl3 programme. The band had plunged Into a swift waltz, and a, tromnn In pink skirts was execut ing her preparatory steps. She might have once been graceful, perhaps pretty, but age an4 hard living were deep In every line of figure- and face. Paint and make-up could cover but not conceal. The mechanical leer, the coy pose, the delicate sinuosity of her art were a blatant mockery. But the crowd accept ed It cheerfully, if not with applause. As 3he whirled into the full swing of her dance, Matthews felt an unutterable repulsion stirring" "within him. He felt a personal Intent in the ghastly simper, and the soft padding of her feet on the boards settled Into a hateful rhythm. Suddenly he was- aware that Edith Trl annon was bending toward him; her breath was. on his cheek as ha heard her whisper soflly: "Ohl how .Pitiful! she is an old woman 1" He looked at Edith with new adora tion fresh in bis eyes. The compassion seemed divine, and he was again beyond the reach of ' the stage, impregnable to the. mockery .of. the .dancing girl and the memories of his youth. Tet the old sensation of Insecurity re "turned "whe"n"hl3" companion once more bent toward him, this time to see the programme. Ho pointed to the place with his finger, and sho read aloud: "The Spanish. Sisters. But there Is only one," she objected. His answer was a gesture to the stage. Advancing Into the glare of the foot lights came a little girl dressed precise ly, as tber other, except that her scanty Clothes were blue. The childish form, the simple- hands and. innocent eyes met their fit reception in a hush throughout the garden. The bedizened woman drew the little one to her side, and they made their bow. Then the band dashed Into a Jig and the Ill-assorted pair started to dance. The eyes of the woman no longer rolled upon the spectators, and her Up3 no longer forced a mechanical leer, for "all her attention was fixed upon the lit tle one swinging by her side. So they Btepped; the withered by the dewy, the hardened by the innocent; and while the soft brown eyes undr the shaking curl took: their cue from her, the woman's painted Hps parted In a tender smile and an expression of utter affection mantled her face. As these two rose and fell to the strains of clashing music, Edith Trlannon's hand rested gently on Matthew's arm. Her swift intuition was unraveling the tangled knot of two lives. When she was sure, it broke from her Impetuous lips. Her companion heard the words as in a dream: "They are mother and daugh terl" He gave no sign that he had caught her meaning, and sat dully watching the scene before him. Edith Trlannon Im perceptibly withdrew her hand from his arm nnd, though apparently unconscious Of her act. he accepted the omen of fate. They sat apart, and they both felt that between them Irresistibly rolled the tide PHILOSOPHER DOOLEY'S LETTER WORK BY THE POOR AND SPORTS OF THE RICH AMOUNT TO -THE SAME Tf&NG ti a HARD time th' rich have In- Jyln' life," said Mr. Dooley. "I'd thrade with thlm." said Mr. Hcnnessy. '"I -mid not." said Mr. Dooley. " 'TIs too much like hard wurruk. If I lver got hold lv a little mound iv th money, dlwle th' bit lr hardship wud I Inflict on. megllf. I'd set on a large Turkish sofa an' have dancln girls, dancin an' a mandolin or chestree playln to me. I wudden't move a step without beln' carrld. I'd go to bed with th' lark an' get up with th night watchman. If anny wan suggested phys ical exercise to me, I'd give him $40 to go away. I'd hire a prizefighter to do me fightln' fr me, a pedesthreen to do me walkln', a Jockey to do me rldln'. an' a colledge pro-flssor to do me thlnkln. Here I'd set with a naygur fannln me with osterlch feathers, lookln ca'mly out through me stained glofa wlndles on th rollln' mlll3, sraokln' me good 5-clnt see gar an rejlcln' to know how bad ye mu?' be feelln Ivry tlmo yo think lv me hoordd wealth. "But that ain't th' way It comes out, Hlnnlasy. Hlgglns, th' mil'.ylonalre. had th' same Idee as mo whin he" waa begin nln to breed money with a dollar ha ownded an a dollar he took frm some wan that' wasn't there aj th' time. Whil he was hammerln' hoops on a barl or dhrlvln pegs Into a shoe, he'd stOR wanst In a while to wipe th sweat off his brow whin th boss wasn't lookln an he'd say to hlmsllt: 'if I lver get it, IU have a man wheel me around on a chair.' But as his stable grows an he herds large dhroves down to th bank ivry week, be changes his mind, an whin he's got enough to lnjyo life, as they say. he finds he's up against It. His throubles has Just begun. I know In his heart Hlgglns' ideel iv luxury Is enough buck wheat cakes an' a cozy corner In a Turk ish bath, but he can't lnjyo It. He mus" be up an' doln'. An th' on'y things anny wan around him Is up and doin Is th' things he used to got paid fr fr doln' whin he was a young man. "Arly In th' mornln' Hlgglns has got to bo out exerclsln a horoo to keep th' horse In good health, Hlgglns has no huBlncta on a horse an' he knows it. He was built an Idycated f'r a cooper an' th' horso don't fit him. Th' nachral way Tr Hlgglns to ride a horse Is to set well aft an hang onto th' ears. But he's tor that'a wrong an he's made to set up straight Ian' bo a good fellow an' mee th horse half way. An' If th' horse don't run awaywjth Hlgglns an kill hlra. he's tol' It's pot a good horse an' he ought to sell It. An, mind yo, he pays fr that though he can't help raymhnberln' th man nex' dure fr'm him -used to get tin dollars a week f'r th' same. job. "Whin be was a young man, Hlgglns knowed a fellow that dhruv four horses f'r a brewery. They paid him well, but he hated his Job. He used to come in at night an' wish his parents had made him a cooper an' Hlgglns pitied him, knowln he cudden't get out a life Insurance pol icy an his wife was scared to death all th' time. Now that Hlgglns has got th' money, he'3 took th brewery man's Job with worse horses an him barred fr'm dhrlvln with more thin wan hand. An" does he get annythlng f'r it? On th con th'ry, HInnlssy, it sets him back a large forchune. An' he says he's havln a good time, an if th' brewery man come along an felt sorry f'r him, Hlgglns wudden't exactly know why. t "Hlgglns has to sail a yacht, raymlm berln' how he despised th' Swede sailors that used to loaf In th' oa'oon near his house durln th Winter; he has to run an autymoblll which Is th' same thing as dhrlvln a throllcy car on a windy day wlthqut pay; he has to play golf which is th' name thing as beln a postman with, out a dnclnt uniform; he has to play ten nis which Is another wurrud fr batln' a' carpet; he has to race horses which Is th same thlpg as beln' a bookmaker with th phances agajn' ye: he has to go abroad which la th' eame thing as beln' 5 of the man's past life, a tide Impassable forever. ' " With a hasty excuse, Matthews rose and Icjtt them. When he returned the dance neared its close, and the eager crowd waited to applaud. An usher pushed his way up the aisle bearing a huge bouquet Reaching over the foot lights, he held out the flowers to the lit, tie girL The music died away, and with a glance at her mother she stepped glee fully forward and received them. In- the hand-clapping that followed Edith Trl annon watched the baby dancer, as she held, out the bouquet to her mother. The latter smilingly shook her head, then, with a swift outstretching of the hand. iplucked out of the heart of the flowers a slip of paper. And as the mother In her tawdy finery, forgetful of the applauding crowd, read the message, her brown-eyed daughter buried her hot little face in the sweet smelling flowers and watched her won deringly. The band repeated the opening strains of their dance, and mother and daughter swung through the figures again. Tha smile was gone from the woman's face, and- under the paint Edith Trlannon de tected the weariness of one who has reached the goal. She turned to her com panion with words on her Hps. Ho was gazing with a new light in his eyes upon the child. Edith did not speak, but with quiet insistence she laid her hand on his, arm. When he turned around and met her eyes she smiled softly through her tears. "It Is very near to us the other half Isn't it? sometimes?" He threw back his head as a swimmer who glve3 up the struggle. He looked at her with purified adoration, then with an Indication that only she could follow, and yielding her the final homage of simplicity, he turned his eyes to the stage and said: "I am going back to the other half where I belong." Not ignorant that he had Interpreted, her own attitude, but curious to know the moving impulse, she bent a little closer to him and asked lightly, though, her eyes belled her voice: "Where do you go on your return ... to tho ... to the . . . other half?" His gaze rested quietly on the painted dancer and the tiny form by her side. He hesitated as for the possible express slon. She was very near him in troubled sympathy. He was passing from her world, and she wanted almost with Jeal ousy to know where his path led. He felt her nearness, and under the purification of It he saw quite clearly the truth. "I am going to my little daughter." They rose together, and Edith Trlannon looked from the baby girl on the stago to the man by her side. With a woman's impulse, she bared her heart to him for one Instant: "Tou mnst go. Good-bye. But ... I can't be . . . Jealous of your daughter." They looked Into each other's eyes for a triumphant moment, a mute fareweU before they went their separate ways. JOHN FLEMING WILSON. an Immigrant; he has to set up late which Is th'same thing as beln a dhrug clerk; an' he has to play cards with a man that knows how, which Is th same thing as beln a sucker. "He takes his good times hard, Hln nlasy. A rich man at spoort Is a kind iv nonunion laborer. He don't get wages f'r It an' he don't dhrive as well as a milkman, ride as weU as a stableboy, shoot as well as a pollsm3n. or autymoblll as well as th' man that runs th' steam rol ler. It's a tough life. They'se no rc3t f r th' rich an' weary. We'll be rcadln In th paapers wan lv these days: 'Alonzo Hlgglns. th runner up In las' year's charo- I peenshlp, showed gr-reat Improvement In this year's brick-layln tournymlnt at Newport an' won handily with about tin square feet to spare. He was nobly as sisted be Regynald Van Stinyvant. who acted as his hod carryer an' displayed all th agility which won him so much ap plause arller in th' year. " The' Plckawaya carred off all th' hon ors In th' sewer-dlggln contest yester dah, defeatln' th Spadewells be five wiles to wan. Th' shovel wurruk lv Cassldy, th banker, was splcially noticeable. Th col ors iv th' Plckaways was red flannel un dhershlrts an dark brown trousers. " 'Raycreatlons Iv rich men: Jawn W. Gates an' J. Plerpont Morgan arre to hava a five days' shlnglln contest at Narragan sett Pier. George Gold Is thralnln f'r th' Autumn plumbln' Jlmkanny. Michi gan avnoo Is tore up fr'm Van Burea othreet to th' belt line In piiparatlon fr th' contest in sthreet layln' between mim bers Iv th'-Asaocyation lv More-Thln-Rlch Spoorts. Th' sledge teams Is completed, but a few gqod tampers an wather men is needed." "An why not, HInnlssy? If 'tis fun to wurruk why npt do 'some rale wurruk? If 'tis spoort to run an autymoblll, why not run a locymotlve? If dhrlvln' a horse In a cart la a game, why not dhrive a de livery wagon an' carry things around? Sure, I s'pose th ralson a rich man can't understand why wages shud go higher is because th rich can't see why annybody shud be paid f'r annythlng so amusln as wurruk. I bet ye Hlgglns is wondherln at this moment why he was paid so much fr puttin rings around a bar'l. "No, sir, what's a rich man's raycre atlon Is a poor man's wurruk. Th poor ar-reyth' on'y people that know how to lnjye wealth. Me Idee lv settln things othralght Is to have th rich who wurruk because they like It do th wurruk f'r th poor who wud rather rest. I'll bfe happy th day I see wan lv th Hankerbllts push in' ye'er little go-cart up th platform while ye set In th shade iv a three an cheer him on his way. I'm sure he'd do it If you called it a spoort an tol him th' first man' to th dump wud be entitled to do it over again against sthronger men nex' week. Wud ye give him a tin cup that he cud put his name on? Wud ye. HInnlssy? I'm sure ye wud." "Why do they do It?" asked Mr. Hen nessy. "I dlnnaw." said , Mr. Dooley. "onless Jt Is that th' wan great object lv Ivry man's life is to get tired enough to sleep. 1 Ivrythlng seems to be some kind lv wur ruk. Wurruk Is wurruk If ye're paid to do rfc an' It's pleasure If ye pay to ba allowed to do It." (Copyright, 1902.) From "A Legend of Provence.' Havo we not all. amid life's petty strife. Some pure Ideal ot a. noble life That once seemed possible? Did we not hear The flutter of It5 wings, and feel It near. And Just within our reach? It was. And yet We lost It in this daily Jar and fret. And pow live Idle In a vague regret But Rtlll our p'lace is kept, and It will wait. Beady for us to fill it, soon or late; No star Is ever lost we once have seen. We always may be what we might have been. Since Good, though only thought, has life and breath. Cod's life can always be rede?md from death And evil. In Us nature, is decay. And any hour can blot It all away; The hopes that lost In some far distance seem. May be the truer life, and this the dream. Adelaide A. Proctor.