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‘They promenade in the parks; and occasionally have social gatherings, when they discuss politics, education, medicine, or any of the subjects in which they are interested. Ah! we have grand times when you are all asleep. It quite repays me for being obliged to make an owl of myself.’

‘Do the statues come from the shops to these parties?’ I asked, resolving to take a late walk the next moonlight night.

‘Sometimes; but they get lazy and delicate, living in close, warm places. We laugh at cold and bad weather, and are so strong and hearty that I shouldn’t be surprised if I saw Webster and Everett flying round the Common on the new-fashioned velocipedes, for they believed in exercise. Goethe and Schiller often step over from De Vries’s window, to flirt with the goddesses, who come down from their niches on Horticultural Hall. Nice, robust young women are Pomona and Flora. If your niminy-piminy girls could see them run, they would stop tilting through the streets, and learn that the true Grecian Bend is the line of beauty always found in straight shoulders, well-opened chest, and an upright figure, firmly planted on active feet.’

‘In your rambles don’t you find a great deal of misery?’ said I, to change the subject, for he was evidently old-fashioned in his notions.

‘Many sad sights!’ And he shook his head with a sigh; then added, briskly, ‘But there is a deal of charity in our city, and it does its work beautifully. By the by, I heard of a very sweet charity the other day,–a church whose Sunday school is open to all the poor children who will come; and there, in pleasant rooms, with books, pictures, kindly teachers, and a fatherly minister to welcome them, the poor little creatures find refreshment for their hungry souls. I like that; it’s a lovely illustration of the text, “Suffer little children to come unto me;” and I call it practical Christianity.’

He did like it, my benevolent old bird; for he rustled his great wings, as if he wanted to clap them, if there had only been room; and every feather shone as if a clearer light than that of my little fire had fallen on it as he spoke.

‘You are a literary woman, hey?’ he said suddenly, as if he’d got a new idea, and was going to pounce upon me with it.

‘Ahem! I do a little in that line,’ I answered, with a modest cough.

‘Then tell people about that place; write some stories for the children; go and help teach them; do something, and make others do what they can to increase the sabbath sunshine that brightens one day in the week for the poor babies who live in shady places.’

‘I should be glad to do my best; and, if I’d known before’–I began.

‘You might have known, if you’d looked about you. People are so wrapt up in their own affairs they don’t do half they might. Now, then, hand me a bit of paper, and I’ll give you the address, so you won’t have any excuse for forgetting what I tell you.’

‘Mercy on us; what will he do next?’ thought I, as he tweaked a feather out of his breast, gave the nib a peck, and then coolly wrote these words on the card I handed him: ‘Church of the Disciples. Knock and it shall be opened!‘ There it was, in letters of gold; and, while I looked at it, feeling reproached that I hadn’t known it sooner, my friend,–he didn’t seem a stranger any more,–said in a business-like tone, as he put back his pen, ‘Now I must be off. Old Ben reads an article on the “Abuses of the Press at the present day,” and I must be there to report.’

‘It must be very interesting. I suppose you don’t allow mortals at your meetings?’ said I, burning to go, in spite of the storm.

‘No, ma’am. We meet on the Common; and, in the present state of the weather, I don’t think flesh and blood would stand it. Bronze, marble, and wood are sterner stuff, and can defy the elements.’

‘Good evening; pray, call again,’ I said, hospitably.

‘I will; your eyrie suits me: but don’t expect me to call in the daytime. I’m on duty then, and can’t take my eye off my charge. The city needs a deal of watching, my dear. Bless me! it’s striking eight. Your watch is seven minutes slow by the Old South. Good-night, good-night!’

And as I opened the window, the great bird soared away like a flash of light through the storm, leaving me so astonished at the whole performance that I haven’t got over it yet.