"Les Pensees!

O leurs essors fougueux, leurs flammes dispersees,

Leur rouge acharnement ou leur accord vermeil!

Comme la-haut les etoiles criblaient la nue,

Elles se constellaient sur la plaine inconnue;

Elles roulaient dans l'espace, telles des feux,

Gravissaient la montagne, illuminaient la fleuve

Et jetaient leur parure universelle et neuve

De mer en mer, sur les pays silencieux."

Le Monde, EMILE VERHAEREN

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Man is his own star; and the soul that can

Render an honest and a perfect man

Commands all light, all influence, all fate,

Nothing to him falls early, or too late.

Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,

Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

Minks—Herbert Montmorency—was now something more than secretary, even than private secretary: he was confidential-private-secretary, adviser, friend; and this, more because he was a safe receptacle for his employer's enthusiasms than because his advice or judgment had any exceptional value. So many men need an audience. Herbert Minks was a fine audience, attentive, delicately responsive, sympathetic, understanding, and above all—silent. He did not leak. Also, his applause was wise without being noisy. Another rare quality he possessed was that he was honest as the sun. To prevaricate, even by gesture, or by saying nothing, which is the commonest form of untruth, was impossible to his transparent nature. He might hedge, but he could never lie. And he was 'friend,' so far as this was possible between employer and employed, because a pleasant relationship of years' standing had established a bond of mutual respect under conditions of business intimacy which often tend to destroy it.