The New Morality.

When the great struggle o'er , the heart at rest , Thy people find the haven of the blest ! New all is changed , our earth has ceased to be Of sin and shame the sad epitome ; But saered Law , in all its glorious might , Asserts one ceaseless rule of hallowed right . Xo more shall then some dull knave here succeed , By hateful fraud , by many a prurient deed ,

To shock the pure , the khid . : he ^ '< H . ; ! to ^ ric > .-, Around the innocent a v : b to weave Of treachery's hire ; to li iras . > , to debase , Some unoffending mortal of our race ; Or with a brazen front , corruption ' s price , Bring in a sad regime of lies and vice . And then , as we believe , a gentler scene , Will soon dispel the wrongs that here have been ;

When , war-cries hush'd , and hostile banners furl'd , The peace of Heaven falls upon the world , And deeds of misery and wasting all are o ' er , Revenge and malice are prevalent no more , Hatred's forgotten , bitterness unknown , And clouds and blinding mists for ever flown , A peaceful world , in gentlest array , Hails the eternal dawn of an eternal day ! But must we wait till then ? Cannot before

We stand all loving on yon tranquil shore , This world of ours , amid its scenes of strife , Know something here of man ' s all purer life ? 0 yes , we say , one day—we know not when—Fair Innocence shall smile on us again , And gentle trust and loving faith appear , And sympathy engaging , lowly fear ; And then on us shall dawn a radiant day ,

The Now Morality has passed away ! For man at List is longing all to own His brethren ' s rights , as dear as are his own . And so in peaceful guise and graceful mien Our world is manifested . No more are seen The baser struggles of the fleeting hour ; No more the accusing conscience oft must cower , Or specious hypocrite , or the faithless friend ,

Those weary heartaches which will never end ; But onrs is perfect calm and peaceful joy , Love without wavering , trust without alloy ; No more of tainted enterprise , of lawless will , The deed of treachery , the voice of ill , Slander ' s unheard of , mendacity is o ' er , The dangerous tongue is still to wound no more , Warfare is ended , all angry tumults cease , We are now beneath , thank God , the reign of Heavenly peace !

L 'Envoi . May , then , these lines recall to many still , Amid the scenes and words of present ill , Amid that sorry lust for sordid gold , Mid startling violence , hearts all dead and cold , Mid vice bedizened in misham'd array , Which stalks complacent before our eyes to-day ;

Amidst the words and ways of noisy wrong , The sophist ' s paradox , and the syren ' s song , One path alone of virtue and of peace , Of trust and tenderness as years increase , Can lead us safely o ' er the weaiy road , To happier hours , to that blessed abode , Where fond hearts meet at last , all safe above , When time has ceased to be , and all is endless love , MBNTO » .

Celia's Moth.

CELIA'S MOTH .

BY KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD . " There he is , in the candle again !" exclaimed Celia , stopping her needles and wlii .-kn : ; . ; ( In- balf-liuisliud .- < :. ¦ 'i-kint ; ; : ! a circling hoth obstinately bene on \ n -ri .-huig

in the liame . " I wonder what motks were made for 1—stupid things !" "Made for the candle , perhaps , " said Eory , with a peculiar inflection of his lazy voice . Celia gave him an impatient glance , but

resumed her knitting without answering . " It's all very well to call them stupid , " continued Eory presently , "but , if the truth were told , don't you suppose the candle likes the game , too ?' " No , I don't , " answered Celia , shortly . " Well , von oualit to know . " sa'id Eorv .

with that queer accent again . Celia threw down her knitting-work a second time . " I declare , Eory , " she cried , " I won't be hinted at like this i " "What can I do but hint—if you won't , let me speak out ? " said Eory .

" Well , speak out , then ; make an end of it ; maybe it ' s better so , " said Celia . Eovy ' s reply to this was to get up and come around the table to where Celia sat ; whereupon Celia , in her turn , quietly slipped round and seated herself in his

empty chair . Eory did not dare to follow , but he looked at her in a discomfited and imploring way that raised the ghost of a smile upon her hitherto stern little mouth . But she immediately became judge-like

agixm . " Now , just sit down there , " she said , " and say out what you have got to say . " " What's the use , " muttered Eory , sulky at being out-manoeuvred . " You know it i just as well as I do . " \ " Know what ? Say it outI tell you !"

, " Why that I—that you—0 Celia ! that I love you so much I can't say it ! " cried Eory , a sudden boyish gush of tenderness melting through the little crust . Hero Celia dropped one of her knittingneedlesdived clown for it , and came up

, with a red face . But her reply was practical in tiro extreme . " Well , suppose you do , what does it amount to % I wouldii't marry a shirk , anyway . "