an involuntary impulse—rebels against it, and points to action—action, as the true sphere of man."
A slight smile curved the lip of the Student; he avoided, however, the argument, and remarked,
"Yet, if you think so, the world lies before you; why not return to it?"
"Because constant habit is stronger than occasional impulse; and my seclusion, after all, has its sphere of action—has its object."
"All seclusion has."
"All? Scarcely so; for me, I have my object of interest in my children."
"And mine is in my books."
"And engaged in your object, does not the whisper of Fame ever animate you with the desire to go forth into the world, and receive the homage that would await you?"
"Listen to me," replied Aram. "When I was a boy, I went once to a theatre. The tragedy of Hamlet was performed: a play full of the noblest thoughts, the subtlest morality, that exists upon the stage. The audience
