While most of the world does not think with Ruskin that mountains are to be looked at, not from, yet it is certain he must have experienced that unspeakable inspiration which is to be gained from repeated survey of massive outlines. They have been merited objects of prosaic and poetic appreciation by countless writers of famous name and lofty station; but how feeble have been their endeavors to repeat the inimitable language spoken by those rocky hills which describe the bounds of one's native town!

"Touched by a light that hath no name,

A glory never sung,

Aloft on sky and mountain wall

Are God's great pictures hung.". Mount Calm, as it stretches away toward the south, Moose mountain, as it looms to the opposite direction, Tug, as it gracefully slopes in another, and Cardigan rising far away in the blue distance, continually command

TWILIGHT.

By Ormsby A. Court.

A raindrop, passing, kissed my face;
I frowned and quickly brushed the place,
The raindrop ceased its merry day

And I passed on my silent way.

A sunbeam, playful, glanced at me
Where reared no welcome shading tree;

I crossed the path in humor ill

And wished that nature might be still.

A breeze in elfin fashion swept

From ocean's lap to highway's kept;

I fretful sought protected ways,

And on, creaked on the soulless days.

THE PISCATAQUA.1

"And the spirit of the mountains was within him, and He was of them and one of them.”

By William Hale.

O river, born amid the hills
And flowing to the sea,
How dear art thou unto all hearts
That mountain-girded be!

Fed by the very dew of heaven,
Where great peaks rise forlorn,
Thou sweetest as the fount of life,
O river mountain-born.

Nurtured by cloud-fed, leaping rills,
Suckled on mountain-breast,

Thro' vale and mead thou flowest forth
Upon thy solemn quest.

And ev'rywhere thou giv'st to all

So freely of thy cheer;

Lo, here, perhaps, thou feed'st a flower,
Or there a timid deer.

And as thy valley broader grows,
And deeper runs thy tide,

Thou lendest to the lab'ring wheel
Thy powers multiplied.

At length, with joyous triumph-song,
Spurning the sluggard shore,
Thou leap'st unto the waiting sea,
Merged in its mighty roar.

Divine, O hill-loved stream, thy source,

Divine, thy chant sublime,

And grandly dost thou cast thyself

Upon the gray sea's rime.

And this thy holy message that

My utmost being thrills:

"The mighty sea his hand hath made,

His strength is in the hills."

1 The Piscataqua, having its source amid the White Mountains, and flowing into the sea at Portsmouth harbor, is one of the most picturesque rivers in America. It is noted for the beauty of its scenery and the swiftness of its tide.

Born amid the mountains, flowing for the greater part of its course through dense primeval forests and fertile meadows, it hurls itself noisily at last into the sea with a mighty rush that the stoutest oarsman is powerless to resist.-W. H.

DEVELOPMENT OF WOMEN'S CLUBS.-THE CLUBS OF

CONWAY.

By Mrs. Sarah E. Hamblen.

THE Nineteenth century American men." Whether or no, this is true, in all its length and breadth, we do feel that our American women, particularly in the last three or four decades of the century, have shown great ability and execu

has been called "The Woman's Century," for the reason that women have come to the fore, in various ways, as never before in the annals of history. It is true that there have been notable women in all ages; women who have ruled empires and exerted a powerful influence in their government; women who have led armies; women who have stood high in literature, art, science, and philanthropy, but what has been accomplished by them in these various lines has been more by individual effort than by the united effort of many. It would be interesting to look back and note for how long a time women's societies have existed; societies in which we might find the germ of club life and watch its development, but as this article is upon clubs of modern times, we forbear, only briefly referring to what has been done by women during the century just passed.

E. L. Didier, in the Chautauquan, a few years ago, paid the following tribute to our American women: "America," he says, "has cause to be proud of her women. In every walk of life, in every human pursuit, in literature, science and art, in society, on the stage, in every field of human endeavor, American women have shown themselves the peers of

Mrs. Mary H. Shedd.

President of the North Conway Woman's Club.

tive power in conducting the various organizations that have sprung up and been controlled by them. Very early in the century there arose many women's societies in our country to raise funds for benevolent purposes. Our own Granite state