Towards democracy, стр. 84

70 Towards Democracy

The young printer (but he has a wife and family at home) with large dreamy projecting eyes, going absent, miles away, over his work—thinking of Swedenborg and the . dance of atoms and angels;

The young woman at the refreshment bar, her thick light-colored hair, her well-formed features, and the bored look in her eyes as she returns the chaff of the carefullydressed young man across the counter ;

The military-looking official at the door of the hotelthe despondency of drink which he conceals beneath his loud-voiced smart exterior ;.

The ragged boy with rare intense eyes not to be mis- understood—in the midst of much dirt and ignorance the soul . through suffering enfranchised, exhaled—here too shining like the sunlight, redeeming justifying all it lights on ;

The slut of a girl who has become a mother, the ready doubt among her neighbors who was the father; the stupid loving way in which she crams the child to her breast—sitting on a stone by the fire-side utterly oblivious of opinion ;

The good-natured fair-haired Titan at work in the fields ; the little woman with large dark eyes who is so clever = and managing among the poor, and with their children ;

The thin close-lipped friz-haired commercial traveler, | unwearied, walking long distances to save railway or coach fare, well posted in all local information for fifty miles , round ;

His wife, so comfortable and fore-thoughtful at home, so evil-tongued abroad, and the bevy of red-haired red--