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Show Love the Real, Not an Ideal, It Is so easy to love an Ideal, and love It Ardently, It has no obtrusive IncarnaUon. It does not fret nor vex us; It doesn't sip Its tea or coffee with a disagreeable noise; It never puts Its knife Into Its mouth; Its boots never creak when you have, a headache; head-ache; It never worries you with questions ques-tions when you wish to be silent, and It never leaves you when solitude Is Irksome. It Is beautiful, Inaccessible, adorable forever; and we may love It till the heart grows sterile for earth, waiting to bloom In heaven. Yet In my oor humble way of thinking there seems to be more merit In loving these poor human creatures cre-atures whom we pee about us every day than In loving the distant. Inaccessible Inac-cessible Ideal that can neither be better bet-ter nor worse for all the lore which we can lavish on It From "Klntle," by M. r. |