Monsieur Le Baron.

' So you Avill not tell mo the name of the bird that sings under the roof , Picot V "' Will not , Monsieur ! ' I said , reproachfully . ' It is that I can not . ' "' Ah , Picot , don't tell that to me . HoAveverI will not disturb your little

, mystery ; but you may give my thanks to the unknown for the very great pleasure she has given me . ' ' ' There ! Mademoiselle , you must give me no more secrets to keep , or I will tell them all to the Baron . "

Celeste smiled brightly , thanking him for his discretion ; then hurried up the stairs , that she might enjoy lier happiness alone , for it was happiness to this faithful heart to knoiv that from out the shadows of lier OAvn dull life she had been able to

send an added ray of brightness into the sunshine of Ms . ( To be concluded in our next . )

The New Morality.

THE NEW MORALITY .

( Continued from page 375 . ) I don ' t deny that in our outward laws , A happy censure ' s cast on vice ' s cause ; That in the Nemesis of ail darker wrong ,

Such acts as these are not unpunished long , That retribution ever waits on folly here , Polluted lives , each act of crime or fear . Yes ! sooner or later Justice holds the scales , AVhen all of eraft or guile most surely fails ; "When the grave majesty of offended law , In all its stateliness and voice of awe , Asserts at last its full and penal pow ' r , Its calm redress , its oft avenging hour . If oft for years crime rears its prosperous head ,

If by its specious wiles the foolish crowd is led To fancy that ever here , confounded quite , Are lawless acts and all unfailing right , 0 let ' s feel sure , that , haply , though to-day Such hateful acts prevail , they pass away Before the calmer voice of sacred trust , Of sacred duty , of the censor just ! For now at last experience speaks full clear ,

Alike to loyal mind and listening ear , In simple certainty , and openly declares How ill it ever with a nation fares , In which , from any cause or specious plea , Unmoved and careless , hateful wrong we see ; Or where , by interest led or fear opprest . Injustice lingers unnoticed , unredre . 't ! " » t so a . « yet in ( his our land so true , AS here right and loyalty in radiant hue , btili bind us all , and mark our onward way ,

And bind all classes in one firm array ; Here we will still uphold our public right , Nor yield to lawless acts or sinful might ; Here we will still true justice aye proclaim , And long preserve our law- abiding name ! Can nought be done to check the lust for gold ? Must festive youth keep toiling to grow old ? Is there no limit to these sinful schemes ?

These painted follies and these hateful dreams ? AA'hich rule so many men , both yonng and old , And seem as with a net all classes to enfold ? Is there no chance to stem that hopeless tide Of inane longings and of gilded pride . "Which , as these words fall from my faltering pen , Are marking sadly crowds of thinking men ? How idle seems that childish race of ours ,

Of wasted energies , and of wither'd powers , With which we seek the " mirage " gift'd gold , With which , tho' young , we hasten to grow old ; For which we give up all our hopes sublime ; For which we waste the golden hours of prime , And find , alas I ere life is half but o'er , That we have foundered on the deadly shore ! How strange that thus should come on young

and old This wondrous thirst for pleasure-giving gold ! Not that the wealth for which they blindly seek , For which they toil and pine each weary week , Can give them fuller happiness to- day ; Can add one grace or take one care away ! Not all the riches of the Orient clime Can light one sighing hour of transient time ; But that in idle phantasy and garish show , The love of money ever seems to grow .

r es , those who set their heart on money now , AA'ill to that "Baal" all submissive bow , Seeking , indeed , no true or useful end , But that on " self" they may have more to spend . To them all means are just , all means are fair , For this they all will gladly do or dare ; For this they stifle now the " still small voice ;" For this they give up many a nobler choice ,

And seeking only how to gain their aim , They reck not even the impartial blame Of those just laws which labour to unite Contrasted classes in one rule of right , And sternly guard with ever jealous care Our social fabric , flourishing and fair . Alas , for those who only now contrive Unfairly to progressunrightly strive ;

, And that in this great rapid race of life , Amid the jostling crowd's unceasing strife , And myriads pressing onwards in the way , In this our life ' s great thoroughfare to-day , They too may swell that cry so often heard : " 0 let's be rich , all scruples are absurd !

Money we must have—e ' en at any cost ; Though fame is vanishing , though honour ' s lost , Money is power , money itself is good ! Why should we not obtain it if we could ? So let us hasten , yes , hasten one and all , That Danae ' s golden shower on us may fall . For this we now will all laborious live ; For this we will without one murmur give

The zealous energy of our anxious heart ; For this we seek the ring , the club , the mart : For this we make our life ' s great aim and end , Money—our God , our joy , our pride , our friend ! MEII ' IOI :.