far more importance, he has an aim before him that he can never

quite attain. He has gone upon a pilgrimage that will last him his

life long, because there is no end to it short of perfection. He

will better upon himself a little day by day; or even if he has

given up the attempt, he will always remember that once upon a time

he had conceived this high ideal, that once upon a time he had

fallen in love with a star. ''Tis better to have loved and lost.'

Although the moon should have nothing to say to Endymion, although

he should settle down with Audrey and feed pigs, do you not think

he would move with a better grace, and cherish higher thoughts to

the end? The louts he meets at church never had a fancy above

Audrey's snood; but there is a reminiscence in Endymion's heart

that, like a spice, keeps it fresh and haughty.

To be even one of the outskirters of art, leaves a fine stamp on a

man's countenance. I remember once dining with a party in the inn

at Chateau Landon. Most of them were unmistakable bagmen; others

well-to-do peasantry; but there was one young fellow in a blouse,

whose face stood out from among the rest surprisingly. It looked

more finished; more of the spirit looked out through it; it had a

living, expressive air, and you could see that his eyes took things

in. My companion and I wondered greatly who and what he could be.

It was fair-time in Chateau Landon, and when we went along to the

booths, we had our question answered; for there was our friend

busily fiddling for the peasants to caper to. He was a wandering

violinist.

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