Little Red Salamanders

You eannot acaro ino with your myriads of worlds, - your constellations, stardutit, und tho rest, - though overy star be a bigger sim, and each tho center of a systeui. This is what perplexe and affrays me - tho multitude of living human beings, each ono of whom ig tho center of a system not inerely, but, in soiuu real senae, the center of the uni verse. Evory one of the wiso littlo red galamanden the poet fouud iu the woods wore a crownlet, - and every one was firmly eonvinced that he waa absoluto nionurch. Earth und sky wear peculiar livories, and minister iti special ways to each sepurato tiuinan soul. This blade of grass is not the same to you and me. If you could oxchange worlda with your twin brother you would be lost almost as hopelewly as if you had made tho transfer with a chimpansee. Buru of tho saaie luve, reared beneath the same roof - a rustle of ded lea vea on a suimy day, a tmgedy read in an old applc-woman's face, the little Mexicun air yu hcard whistled once on a ferry-boat, ". black flash from a Mue eye, the sound of wind in the trees after an QTeuiag with fiobert Faücener, the crushing of a spidur, - these and a thousand other iniluenees havo siiaped your different life.4 And when you go awry from your own hearth and home huw rapidly the differencts multiply. Suppose you could see Broadway through the eyes of that yel low-haired, dirty-faced live yeat old boy rolling on the sidewalk over there. "Foor Brown !" says liobinson ; " Poor Ráulnson !" says Browu. I knew an ins mely adventurous young fellow who started - iujrning paper in ono of our interior towns. Ho did not do all the work h ïnscli; he siuiply wrote editorials and locáis, solicitad advertisetnonts, set a little type occasionally, holped make up the form, wheeled it down the street to the press room, and beforo going home to bed in the morning superintendtd the sale of tho paper by the newaboyn. He would take big stand in front ot tho office and watoh the proces sien of labore rs and t-hop people hs they ttraamed by the bulletin board He bas ■iesoribed to me - with infinite appr-ciatiou of tho patbetic drollery of the thing - his sudden and violent formation 01 opinión regarding these utlerly unknown people. A young man suioothly dessed, und with a brisk, business-hke step, passed without even a glance toward tho board. He was an iuoipient G adgrind ; bent upon growing rith for the mere sor. lid love of money ; coildn't teil an oil-painting from a colored lithograph ; or the Apollo Belvidere from a tobáceo sign. Ñext - a respoctable graybeard, with spectacles on nose and market basket on arm, s lio read the bulletin from top to bottoui and walked off without buying a paper. A peifoot old ukinfliut - wouldn't trust him with a one-cent postuge stamp ; he'll come to the penitentiary yet ter defalcatioa. But oh, how the young editor's heart went out toward the red-headed, pitted-faced little Irishuiau with a diuiKT-can, who fished two coppers from the depths vf his trowsers pocket and wout otf reading the Morning Magnifier upside down! Did yoü ever thpik what a figure you ina.iií of ymiself iu the eyes of the gentlemaiilv agent whose patent uiagnetic, non combustible clothes-wringer you utterly retuscd to buy 'i So you see every body looks at evorybody else und at the rest of creation through his own spectacles and from his Own '" staud point" - and tlu-re are a great nmny miilious ot spectaflles, metaphorioully spealcÍDg, und a great many millious of sttind-poiuts. - The Old Cuiiiruit, in Hcrü)ner'J'ur Atiyust.