not less pure and far less remote.  And I am inclined to believe that the best answer to many of those questions which have haunted him and found expression in his verse will be reached by a very different channel from that of lonely contemplation, the duties, the cares, the responsible realities of a life drawn out of itself by the power of newly awakened instincts and affections.  The double star was prophetic,—­I thought it would be.

The Register of Deeds is understood to have been very handsomely treated by the boarder who owes her good fortune to his sagacity and activity.  He has engaged apartments at a very genteel boarding-house not far from the one where we have all been living.  The Salesman found it a simple matter to transfer himself to an establishment over the way; he had very little to move, and required very small accommodations.

The Capitalist, however, seems to have felt it impossible to move without ridding himself of a part at—­least of his encumbrances.  The community was startled by the announcement that a citizen who did not wish his name to be known had made a free gift of a large sum of money—­it was in tens of thousands—­to an institution of long standing and high character in the city of which he was a quiet resident.  The source of such a gift could not long be kept secret.  It, was our economical, not to say parsimonious Capitalist who had done this noble act, and the poor man had to skulk through back streets and keep out of sight, as if he were a show character in a travelling caravan, to avoid the acknowledgments of his liberality, which met him on every hand and put him fairly out of countenance.

That Boy has gone, in virtue of a special invitation, to make a visit of indefinite length at the house of the father of the older boy, whom we know by the name of Johnny.  Of course he is having a good time, for Johnny’s father is full of fun, and tells first-rate stories, and if neither of the boys gets his brains kicked out by the pony, or blows himself up with gunpowder, or breaks through the ice and gets drowned, they will have a fine time of it this winter.

The Scarabee could not bear to remove his collections, and the old Master was equally unwilling to disturb his books.  It was arranged, therefore, that they should keep their apartments until the new tenant should come into the house, when, if they were satisfied with her management, they would continue as her boarders.

The last time I saw the Scarabee he was still at work on the meloe question.  He expressed himself very pleasantly towards all of us, his fellow-boarders, and spoke of the kindness and consideration with which the Landlady had treated him when he had been straitened at times for want of means.  Especially he seemed to be interested in our young couple who were soon to be united.  His tired old eyes glistened as he asked about them,—­could it be that their little romance recalled some early vision of his own?  However that may be, he got up presently and went to a little box in which, as he said, he kept some choice specimens.  He brought to me in his hand something which glittered.  It was an exquisite diamond beetle.