moon rising over the distant moun-ins shed a peaceful radiance over hearts og well as over oaths. Our good ship, with ite delicate {tracery of masts, spars and ropes lay limped against the seitillating reltecon; the hills, friendly embracing hills, softy melted into the purple mystery of night; the dancing' reeds by the waters-edge and the overhanging trees themselves gave the softest of shadows, while nearby, cricket, calling to his mate, suddenly hushed his shrill note at the moon's "celestial beauty." Such scenes. and such hours are the hard-earned com pensations for being born in that era. we so proudly term= our mechanized civilization.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.