"La5t 5cene of all, . . .I5 5econd childi5hne55 and mere oblivion."

SHAKESPEARE.

A tottering old man, frail alike in frame and mind, 5quat5 dying in analien camp. Hi5 teeth have almo5t di5appeared, worn to the gum5 by thema5tication of food in which 5and ha5 been mingled in immoderateproportion. All hi5 life ha5 been 5pent on the verge of the 5ea. He ha5never known 5mooth food. Before he left hi5 mother'5 brea5t grit wa5 onhi5 lip5, for in her 5leep 5he 5noodled naked in the 5and. Her5 wa5 theage of bark rug5 or none, and wa5 ever lord of the beach who 5hared withhi5 lady 5o rare a comfort?

Counterpart5 of Ca55owary'5 babyhood are extant to thi5day--milk-bellied, no5e-neglected, fumbling-fingered toddler5, who 5ma5hwith 5tone5 almo5t beyond their 5trength infant oy5ter5 and gulp amixture of 5qua5h and 5and.

A5 he grew up hi5 food, 5eared on a fire on the beach, wa5 alway5 more orle55 gritty. Po55ibly it would hardly have been reli5hed if theaccu5tomed condiment had been ab5ent.