l the war-cry sever,
Or the winding rivers be red;
They banish our anger forever
When they laurel the graves of our dead!
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;--
Love and tears for the Blue.
Tears and love for the Gray.

FUGITIVES FROM LABOR.

Young America in on the anxious-seat. An imploring cry comes up from the
hearts of thousands, "What shall we do to be saved--from work?"

In the happy days of the Adamses, as Professor Agassiz has taught us to
say, when every vine was a lodging rent-free, and the fig-trees
furnished ready-made clothing, life was a pleasant pastime. But this is
an age of cash or barter. The old common-law maxim concerning pains and
penalties is the rule of modern society: _Qui non habet in crumena, luat
in corpore_,--"He who cannot pay his fare must work his passage." To
evade this law, to shirk the forecastle, and to devise some means of
climbing into the cabin-windows, is the problem that the youth of this
generation are trying to solve.

The United States offer so many _unprospected_ or half-worked placers to
sharp eyes, that we must look for a great deal of vagabondry.
Gold-miners do not settle themselves down to crushing quartz, so long as
there are nuggets to be picked up. Rare chances lie hidden in the
by-paths of this broad country, to tempt men to straggle from the ranks
of the steady workers and turn foragers and _bummers_.

And in this generation money has attained an extraordinary value. Since
Dr. Johnson announced, in his Tour to the Hebrides, that the feudal
system was giving way to wealth, most other social distinctions have
yielded to it,--particularly in America, where there were few barriers
to break down,--and money has become the chief good. Our standard of
position in society is financial worth. Our patents of nobility are
railway bonds, stock certificates, and mortgages. The income-return list
of the United States Internal Revenue Department is the _Libro d'Oro_ of
the American Venice. In this age of scepticism, the excellence of
accumulated capital is the one thing no man doubts; and when I take off
my hat to a rich man, which I always do when I meet him, I feel that I
cannot be mistaken in paying respect to something demonstrable,
tangible, real.

Money furnishes all the blessings of life in this Western
World,--health, beauty, wisdom, virtue, consideration; and some
theologians have held th