s brother--brethren by Sorrow, who must
be an inmate of both their households; brethren by Death, who will
lead them both to other homes.

Onward, still onward, I plunge into the night. Now have I reached the
utmost limits of the town, where the last lamp struggles feebly with
the darkness like the farthest star that stands sentinel on the
borders of uncreated space. It is strange what sensations of sublimity
may spring from a very humble source. Such are suggested by this
hollow roar of a subterranean cataract where the mighty stream of a
kennel precipitates itself beneath an iron grate and is seen no more
on earth. Listen a while to its voice of mystery, and Fancy will
magnify it till you start and smile at the illusion. And now another
sound--the rumbling of wheels as the mail-coach, outward bound, rolls
heavily off the pavements and splashes through the mud and water of
the road. All night long the poor passengers will be tossed to and fro
between drowsy watch and troubled sleep, and will dream of their own
quiet beds and awake to find themselves still jolting onward. Happier
my lot, who will straightway hie me to my familiar room and toast
myself comfortably before the fire, musing and fitfully dozing and
fancying a strangeness in such sights as all may see. But first let me
gaze at this solitary figure who comes hitherward with a tin lantern
which throws the circular pattern of its punched holes on the ground
about him. He passes fearlessly into the unknown gloom, whither I will
not follow him.

This figure shall supply me with a moral wherewith, for lack of a more
appropriate one, I may wind up my sketch. He fears not to tread the
dreary path before him, because his lantern, which was kindled at the
fireside of his home, will light him back to that same fireside again.
And thus we, night-wanderers through a stormy and dismal world, if we
bear the lamp of Faith enkindled at a celestial fire, it will surely
lead us home to that heaven whence its radiance was borrowed.

ENDICOTT AND THE RED CROSS.

At noon of an autumnal day more than two centuries ago the English
colors were displayed by the standard bearer of the Salem train-band,
which had mustered for martial exercise under the orders of John
Endicott. It was a period when the religious exiles were accustomed
often to buckle on their armor and practise the handling of their
weapons of war. Since the first settlement of New England its
prospects had