Show out BOYS almost every night until a very avery late lour hour there is a troop of street urchins ranging cing from ten to fifteen years of age that stampede up and down main is treet like jile so BO many undomesticated an emals we have hava not the slightest inclination to be churlish over the mattor matter we like the boysell boy sall of them and thoss we have ja a tre re berred to lo it la Is tery generous of them when all the towns folk folb have with drawn from our leaving us in the benevolent care of theoffice cat and tho the spiders to sripup slipup blip up so coy and in docent and drum on the sanctum anclam window or throw a ton ten pound pebble a the iha door pannel or sing heavenly melodies on an the front step and all with a ot of earnestness and devotion which betrays at once that they bave come as ai in an to i to visitant to cheer our oar loneliness do w we 9 appreciate theral well vs try to though wo we do enjoy being melancholy an no holy choly and delight to commune in silent sympathy with the poor dying that stagger about on the lamp shade hoping to absorb another days existence exia tenca for or their freezing fr zing souls overcome thus by our feelings we do sometimes sometime wish that the tha devil had bad every boy in the municipality by the be ear leading him we dont give a cent wb whereto reBo ereso it where we arabas we love the boys boy just the some though it be for nothing more than the goodness of their intentions intent iong however ss as we were going to day bay while this multitude of half register ed impressions goes goei skipping through ugh the dark avenues of our oar brain there is one ghostly thought that ever and anon returns always asking in its ita peculiar way if i these young dastur bers berg of the night have hare any mother it 11 they bare then what in christen dom hat hai become of her senses that she is 11 riot not abroad making all tb the a neighbors wish she was in van do mons moni land and ler her musical I 1 instrument which the vulgar call a twitch switch was nas swaying in lite lil nativo native breezes on the top tap of 0 the sierras we know of course that the t be fa of this rushing epoch have no b boas eye A nineteenth century pressure pr esaure has the boy entirely out of 0 their scale goals what time have they to look after boyst boys they are occupied cabied cc with matters vastly more important to the world the manipulation of rail road bank mining stock clock and coop co op stock and factory stock and live lite stock ote et cetra etra et catra the petty routine routina of the nursery and the school room is i too trivial and common place to barmon izi w money nailing me king a brain preoccupied in the be god like ilka contemplation of sight drafts and promissory notes colds has b n DO 0 relish for the tha ignoble society of bob babes es and striplings strip lings now we are too greatly in ia the minority in such mat terill tars to say all we feel eul about this so it of thing but it if the court is 9 WO should like to wake aoe brief raff 91 in the iha premises when v we e shall hall all meet wo we who lare have been mocked in our conr reverie to tonight night I 1 ly y trea hoodlums the mothers root hert the tl boys boythe the father fatherland sand tho the rest of the in the tb day ot of goo final before I 1 that majestic judge whose son it is our profession to love and to t M believe that lie he loves when we all c owe come in to his presence to give an account ot of ourselves and our there is liable to bo be boina danger of oc the lucre in the of 0 our century fathers becoming so BO all to be to inspire them with a secret yearning to crawl back into that th t golden co coalla ilia which they are toija toiling g night and day to procure tor for es and close closedown down tile the lid 4 yo W I 1 I 1 to hide hida their face J d aan a mn your so io u ua 1 to li 1 1 from their shamo shame you d nd oyer grown a hyou hyon never pick on one ot of your B s i ohl oil I 1 1 a 0 f a b b h leh boht I 1 do you want another aist say bay that agin 1 I may ay it yon Yoa list liell I 1 heard yoo yon aist you pick your man and roller foller me round this hyer byer corner and ill warm cayou you both 11 come acome on jim wll will lick h 1 1 out of tho the d n slab aided er c r sl s I 1 ah ab there I 1 and so we are alenel how sweet the moonlight sleeps bleeps upon our window panel here w will ill we wa sit fit and let the soft ed caresses of its ite radiant beams soothe boodho us ua into slumber bood night harsh memories and ungentle gentle no worda good night |