Around the tea-table . er them. Letthem emigrate to Greenland, and we will providethem with mittens, or to the South Sea Islands,and we will send them ice-coolers. This land is forChrist. Our Legislatures and Congresses shallyet pass laws as radically evangelical as the ven-erable document above referred to. East Hamp-ton, instead of being two hundred years behind,is two hundred years ahead. Glorious place to summer! Darwin and Stuart,Mill and Huxley and Renan have not been throughhere yet. May they miss the train the day theystart for this place ! With an Atlantic Ocean in SHELLS FROM THE BEA
Around the tea-table . er them. Letthem emigrate to Greenland, and we will providethem with mittens, or to the South Sea Islands,and we will send them ice-coolers. This land is forChrist. Our Legislatures and Congresses shallyet pass laws as radically evangelical as the ven-erable document above referred to. East Hamp-ton, instead of being two hundred years behind,is two hundred years ahead. Glorious place to summer! Darwin and Stuart,Mill and Huxley and Renan have not been throughhere yet. May they miss the train the day theystart for this place ! With an Atlantic Ocean in SHELLS FROM THE BEACH. 307 which to wash, and a great-hearted, practical, sym-pathetic gospel to take care of all the future, whocould not be happy in East Hampton ? The strong sea-breeze ruffles the sheet uponwhich we write, and the white caps are tossingup as if in greeting to Him who walks the pave-ments of emerald and opal: Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,And you, ye waters, roll,Till, like a sea of glory,Jt spreads from pole to pole. CHAPTER LII. CATCHING THE BAY MAKE. IT may be a lack of education on our part, butwe confess to a dislike for horse-races. Wenever attended but three ; the first in our boyhood,the second at a county fair, where we were de-ceived as to what would transpire, the third lastSabbath morning. We see our friends flush withindignation at this last admission; but let themwait a moment before they launch their verdict. Our horse was in the pasture-field. It was al-most time to start for church, and we needed theanimal harnessed. The boy came in saying it wasimpossible to catch the bay mare, and calling for ourassistance. We had on our best clothes, and didnot feel like exposing ourself to rough usage; butwe vaulted the fence with pail of water in hand,expecting to try the effect of rewards rather thanpunishments. The horse came out generously We said to the boy, She is very you cannot catch her. She came nearenough to cautiously smell the pail, wh
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