Cut Behind

Scène : A crisp morning Carriage with spinning wLeels, whose spokes gusten like splinter of the sun. Koan liorse flecked with foam. bonding into ihe pit, Lis polished feet drumming the pavement in challenge of any horse that can go as fast. Two boys running to get on the back ff the carriage. Oue of theoi wilh q.ick ppring succeedri. Tho other leaps, but failf, and falls on the part of the body where it is most appropriate to fall. Ño sooner had be struck the ground than ho shouts to the driver of tbc carriage, "Cut behiud I" Human ratur is the samo in boy ns man. All running to gair. the vohiole i ofsuccc-Bs. Some are epry, and gain that for which they slrive. üthers are slow ond tumble down ; they who fall crying out against those who mount. "Gut behind !" A political ofïiee rol's pnst. A multitude spring to lboir fieet, and are in the race Only one of tho uuraber ronches lliat for wbich he runs. No sooner does he gain ihe prize, and begin to wipe tho f-weat from his brdw, and think how grand a ibing it i to rido iri popu lar jirefcrment, tban the disappointed ciindiiiates cry out, "Incouipetency ! Stnpïdity ! Froud !" Now let the uewspapers and platforms of tbe country, 'Cut behind !' There is a golden ebariot of wealth rolling down the street. A thousand people are trying to catch it. 1'hoy run. They trend on each other. Push and pull and tug ! Those talk mopt against riches who cannot get tbera. Cloar the track for the racers. One of the thousand reaches the gulden prize and mounis. Forthwith tho air is full of ories, "Got it by fraud ! Bhoddy ! Petroleum aristocraey ! His futher was a rag pieker ! His mother was a washerwoman ! I kuew bim wben he blaokened his own shoes ! J'itch hun oíí the bick part of the golden churiot ! Cal behind f Cut lehind .'" Itis strango tliat there should be any rivalricB ainoni ministsrs of religión, wlien there is so much roem for all to work. But q some things they are much liko other people. Liko all otber c!a98ifl of men they have one liver apiece, and here and there oneof tbem a spleen. In all cases the epigastrio región is higher up than the hypogastric, savo in the act of turuing somereets. Liko others, they eat three tiiues a day when they can get anything to eat. Besides this, it sometíales happens thnt we find them racing for some professional chair or pulpit. Tiey run well - neck and neok - while churches look on and wonder whether it will be "Dexter" or the "Amerrean Oirl." Rowels plange deep, the erv is fierce, "Go 'long! Go 'long!" Tho privilege of preaching the gospel to the poor at üve thousrod dollars a year is euffioient to mate a tight race anywhere. But only one tnounts the coveted place, and forthwith the cry goes up ín coasociations aodsynod, "Unfit for tho place ; he can't preach ! UnBound in the faith ! Now is your chanco, oh conferences and presbyterief, to cut behind !" A fair woman passes. We admire beauty. He that says ho don't hes. A canting man, who told me he had no admiration l'or anything earthly, used, in-' stcad of Hstening to tbc sermón to keep squinting over to the pew whero gat Squire Brown's daughter. Wbetlier God plante a rose in parterre or in human check, we must admire it, whether we will or not. While we are deciding wLctber wo bad better take that dahlia, the dahlia takes us. A star does not ask the astronomer to admiro it; but just winks at him, and ho surrenders, with all his telescopes. The fair woman in society has raany satelHtes. The boys all run for this prize. One of them, not baving rcad enough novéis to learn that ugliness is more desirable thnn beauty, wins hor. The cry is up, "Shc paints ! Looks well, but s'ne knows it. Good shape; I wonder what is the prico of cotton ! Won't she make him stand around ! Practicality worth moro than black cycs ! Fooi to marry a virago !" In many eyes success is a crime. ''I do not like you," said the snowflake to the snowbird. "Why ?" said the snowbird. "BeoauPC," said tho snowflake, "you are going up and I an goiug down.1' We have to state that the man in the carriage on the crisp morniug, ihougb he had a long lash-whip, with which he couid have mado the climbing boy yell most lustily, did not cut behind ! He was an old man ; in tbe corner of his mouth a smile, which was nlways as rcady to pluy s a kitten thnt watches for sorno ogc with a string to offer tbc flightest induoement. He heard the shout iü tlio rear, and said, "Good morning. my son. That ia right ; clirab over and m by me. Herc are tbe rein!, tnke bold and drive Was a boy mysclf once, and I kuow what tiokles the yonncsters." Thank God there nre so mnny in tho world that never "out bchind," but are ready to give a fellow a ride whcDever he wants it. Here is a young man, clerk in a storo. He hassrnall wages, and a mother to tako caro of. For ten years he struggles to get into a higher place. The first of Junuary comes, and the bead of the commercial houso gaya, "Trying to got up, are you ?" And by the time tl: ree more yeara have passed the boy pits right besido the old man, who banda over the reina aud says, "Drive I" for the old morchaiit kuew whtt would ticklo the youngster. Jonathan Goodhue was a boy behind the counter; but Lis employer gave him a ride, and London.aud Calcuttu heard the ocrateh of his pen. Lenox, Grinnell, and the Anpinwalls carried many young men a milo on fho bigh road of prosperity. There are hundreds of people whose chief joy is to help others ou. Nüw it is a Rtnüe, now a word, now ten dollars. May Nucli a kind man always have a earriage to ride in and a bofae not too ekittihh. As be goe down tho hill of life, may the breeching-strup be trong enough to hold back tha load. When he has ridden to Ihe end of tho eartMy road, he will have plooty of fiieuda to help him unhitch ami assist him out of his earriage. Ou that cold night it will be picasant to hang up the whip with whicli he drove the enterprises of a lifetime, and feel that with it he never "cut bühind" at those who were struggliüg.