his line to its place of honour in the land!"

George paused, and tears stood in Darrell's eyes.

"Yes," resumed the scholar--"yes, for the child, for the youth, for the
man in his first daring stride into the Action of Life, that object
commands our respectful sympathies.

"But wait a few years. Has that object expanded? Has it led on into
objects embracing humanity? Remains it alone and sterile in the bosom of
successful genius? Or is it prolific and fruitful of grander designs--of
more widespreading uses? Make genius successful, and all men have the
right to say, 'Brother, help us!' What! no other object still but to
build up a house!--to recover a line! What was grand at one stage of an
onward career, is narrow and small at another! Ambition limited to the
rise of a family!

"Can our sympathies still hallow that? No! In Guy Darrell successful--
that ambition was treason to earth! Mankind was his family now!
THEREFORE Heaven thwarted the object which opposed its own ends in
creating you! THERFORE childless you stand on your desolate hearth!
THEREFORE, lo! side by side--yon uncompleted pile--your own uncompleted
life!"

Darrell sate dumb.--He was appalled!

GEORGE MORLEY.--"Has not that object stinted your very intellect? Has it
not, while baffled in its own centred aim--has it not robbed you of the
glory which youth craved, and which manhood might have won? Idolater to
the creed of an Ancestor's NAMEE, has your own name that hold on the