To stir men's blood; I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds-poor, poor
dumb mouths -

And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

All. We'll mutiny!

I Cit.

We'll burn the house of Brutus !

3 Cit. Away, then! Come, seek the conspira

you know

Ant. Why, friends, you go to do

not what!

Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved your loves? Alas! you know not; I must tell you, then. You have forgot the will I told you of.

All. Most true; the will— let's stay and hear the will!

Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.

To every Roman citizen he gives,

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! We'll revenge his death.

3 Cit. O royal Cæsar!

Ant. Hear me with patience.

All. Peace, ho!

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbors, and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs forever; common pleasures, To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.

Here was a Cæsar! When comes such another?

1 Cit. Never, never! Come, away-away! We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Take up the body!

4 Cit.

Pluck down forms, windows-anything! [Exeunt CITIZENS with the body.]

Ant. Now let it work! Mischief, thou art

POLONIUS'S ADVICE TO HIS SON.

Give thy thoughts no tongue,

Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched, unfledgèd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,
Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judg-

ment.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;

And they in France, of the best rank and sta

tion,

Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;

For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all,- to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee.
William Shakespeare.

ABOU BEN ADHEM.

Abou Ben Adhem-(may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An Angel writing in a book of gold.

Exceeding peace made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,

(( What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,

And, with a voice made all of sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the Angel.

Abou spoke more low,

But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow-men."
The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next
night,

It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had

blest,

And, lo, Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!

-Leigh Hunt.

THE BREADWINNERS' BALLAD.

Robert McIntyre was born in Selkirk, Scotland, November 20, 1851. His parents moved to Philadelphia while he was a boy. He was apprenticed to a mason, and worked for his employer for three years, spending all his spare time in study. After the Chicago fire he came to Chicago, and assisted in rebuilding the city.

In 1878 he commenced preaching. His sturdy manhood and indomitable energy and determination to succeed, together with great natural ability, have made him one of the leading preachers and lecturers in the West.

Dr. McIntyre is in hearty sympathy with the laboring man, as shown in the following poem:

At the break of day and the set of sun we hear their heavy tread.

God's old Brigade, all undismayed, they battle for daily bread.

And they laugh to know that long ago the Lord of life and death

Fared forth at dawn, and home at dusk, with them in Nazareth.