WotlSK TUAX WAN, "WOUPK THAN riiSTII.K.VCU.
desire wo do not ovcr-rench ourselves and
enter somo calling against which our very
naturu recoils. Listen to Mathews: uLcl
everyone who would get on In the world
study well his own aptitude." Not allow
ing his sense of right to he mystitlod by
some absurd request of parents or friends.
Some great writers tnaintnin that a man
can, if he but desire, reach any degree of
uulturo regardless of his nhUity. Dr.
Arnold says that in his oxperience of
twenty years teaching he has found the
dillerence not so much in will as in en
ergy. Be that as it may. energy cannot
wholly take the place of talent. A man,
in this age of enlightenment and strong
competition, must have a reasonable
amount of each the more the better.
"We do what we must and not what we
wish, and call it by the best name wo
can." There are objections to every call
iug. Let us look to it thai the balance
does not swing in favor of the objections.
In any calling whatsoever we engage,
whon obstacles thicken around us, when
the way seems obstructor by impassable
barriers, when the cloiui of gloom thick
ens above us, obscuring the brightness
from our view, when we think to go on is
a step farther from the goal, plunged a
day's further into darkness, and to return
for a change is to begin the travel of a
strange road. We say, in such times as
those wo are apt to abandon our calling
and seek some other, having thus wasted
the best part of life in dissipation. In
but few cn&tis does the change prove ad.
vantageous, and where there is one goes
on who ought to chnngc a dozen change
who ought to go on.
The idea seems to be prevalent at this
day that one must enter one of the three
groat professions, Law, Divinity, or take
bi.v month's course in some Medical Col.
lege, settle down to administering drugs,
of which he knows but little, to patients of
whom he knows less. Let us, as some
groat writer has said, tench by living in.
soTd'of living by teaching, instead of the
profession muking us let us make our pro.
fessioi, being an honor to it, not expecting
honor from it ; and in whatsoever wo en
gage, let us remember the calling is what
we make it. F. M. II.
WOllSi HI AX WAll, WORSE Til AX
PKSTILKXCK.
CHAPTER VII.
Thuro might have been seer., one line
sunny morning, Mr. Abbott pacing to and
fro oil the platform of the depot in the
town in which he had just cast his lot.
At times he would pauc and gaze anx
iously down the tr.tck. When the rum.
blc of the train was heard he quickened
his step, paused more suddenly, and looked
at the column of smoke issuing from the
engine behind the woods and hills, as
though he read in t some joyful event.
And when the train emerged from the
ocean of verdure that hid it from view
Mr. Abbott's ees grew more lustrous, and
his whole countenance expressed great
anxiety. What could bo the causae of all
this unusual demeanor? What, or who,
could he be expecting! The approach,
ing of the train soon told the story. As it
neared the platform, the smiling faces of
little Albert and Hell were seen peering
through the open window of the coach,
endeavoring to catch a glimpo of their
long absent father, .lust beside them could
Ik een the crMip but pleasing counie
nance of Mrs. Abbott. On tho opposite
sent were Mr. and Mrs. Sparks. Before
the train had ceased its motion, Mr. Ab
bott was within the coach. Albeit and
Bell ran down tho isle with outstretched
arms to meet him. But when Mrs. Abbott
embraced her loving husbtmd she seemed
to startle at some unseen honor. No
wonder, for tho breath of Mr. Abbott
almost suffocated her with the fumes of
liquor. Her countenance suddenly
changed from a loving and hopeful ex
pression to that of sadness and despond
ency. The journey had boon a long and peril
ous one. Twice had they been attacked
