The Inland Sea

FOB THE DEVELOPMENT OF CHARACTER. 219 In a recent number of the Utah Educational Review, an editorial writer relates that some years ago he was lecturing in one of the remote counties in Utah. One hot summer evening he sat on the front step of a ranch house with the rancher, both in their shirt sleeves, after a long, hot day in the hay-field. "Professor," said the rancher, "this morning when you offered to help me I thought it was only a joke. About ten o'clock I was willing to admit that you handled a fork pretty well for a professor. By the middle of the afternoon I knew that you were a man as well as a professor. "Now," he continued, "I have three brothers who have been to college. One is principal of our school, at forty dollars a month; one is a clerk in the town store at about the same pay; and the other is the sissy-boy you see out there at the gate, flirting with the girls. He's been around here most of the summer, grumbling at the grub. I've had some notion to pay his way for another year in college, just to get him off the place. Is it any wonder I have no faith in college education?" The Inland Sea. (For the Improvement Era.) The Salton sea, inland beside Gray sands and shaggy crags snow-capped, Serenely rolls her heavy tide By deserts wide and rocks enwrapped. From eastward yawning canyons deep, Pure streams o'er-flood the blue expanse; Soft west winds parched her moisture reaps, Stale, brackish lake, the salts entrance. Thou sapphire gem of mountains high. Mere vestige now of wider sea, * Reflect, beneath clear, azure sky, The western peaks so dear to me! Rufus Leigh. Ann Akbor, Michigan.