a nobler manhood, or the hope of attaining these,
forever lost. Perhaps it would be well for such a
one to ask himself if it were not possible to find hap-
piness in something short of the full realization of
his original plans.
Success often springs from failure ; at all events, it lies ill the discipline wrought by noble efforts rather than in the end of wealth and luxury. Many a heart- sick wretch in San Francisco has wandered over these sand-hills, out around by the Presidio hills to the Golden Gate bluffs and the ocean, and there gazing fortli on the broad waters, or watching the tumbling waves come in and break in silvery surf at his feet, thought of the dead past, of blasted hopes, and a black future; thought in self-pitjdng woe of home and the loved ones there; thought of the great gulf of separation here, and the dismal blank of the hereafter. " Why, O God ! why is it?" he would ask. " Dost thou delight in breeding men to misery ?"
