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��been granted him, are only as a me- which required the expenditure of a
raorial. good deal of time."
I have hardly left space to speak Mr. Fields's sympathy with young of Mr. Fields as a friend, or of his people was very marked and notice- personal character and influence. His able. He was a favorite contributor seems to have been a life of notable to the Youth's Companion^ and the purity, of singular generosity, of un- articles thus printed were very pleas- ostentatious yet abounding benevo- antly characteristic of the man and lence. "From the first," we read, the author.
" he was sufficient not only to take His religious feeling and purpose care of himself but others, and, as seem to have been deep, vv^arm, and is universally the case with such nat- earnest. One entry (on a Sabbath) ures, there were needs enough, pre- in his journal, betrays most signifi- seuted early and always continued, to cantly and tenderly the undercurrent absorb a large portion of whatever of the life men knew, might be his." The cheerfulness of His was a life in which were hap- whatever benefaction or kindness pily blended earnestness and gener- dropped from his hand, his own un- osity, single-heartedness and open- mindfulness of it forever after, his heartedness, diligence and cheerful- seeming joy in giving, were a rare grace ness. His devotion to his chosen and charm. He used to take exquisite work is an inspiration, yet it is not pleasure, while once in London, in sur- without its pathos, the more that so prising some hungry gamin with a sup- much he did so toilsomely is lost in per at some convenient stall, where others' labors and successes. Yet as would often happen Fields was re- perhaps the true dignit}' and glory of turning after some evening's pleasure his life lies in this fact, as if his dili- on foot to his lodgings. And at gent zeal, his devoted work, were in- home, at his place of business, in his deed accepted and used in the intel- intercourse with his hosts of friends lectual life and progress of the age, and acquaintances, and with stran- with perhaps a deeper, wider, and gers, he "was continually doing," more gracious potenc}' than he ever said Mr. Whipple, " kindly acts knew.
��CAMPASPE. By C. Jennie Swaine.
The monarch had heard Appeles' name.
For the speaking canvas had told his fame.
" Though thy touch be as magic," he softly said,
"And thy palette with rainbow hues is fed.
Though true to thy dream of Madonna and Saint,
Yet Campaspe's beauty thou canst not paint."
But Appeles said, " From the living streams Of beauty my spirit has quaffed in dreams,
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