My Brothers Keeper

It was a blustering December day,-^-no snow to lay the dust or to allay the cold with its bright reflections; and Winter himself seemed shivering, despoiled of his ermine cloakIn that very spirit in which some people seek out the worst side of human nature, the wind careered about,- picked up all the dust and straws it could find, and showered them upon the heads of innocent and well dressed people. Not exclusively, to be sure,-the wind was impartial in its bestowings; but if mischief may be measured by the trouble it gives and the effects it leaves behind it, then did " the upper ten " get more than their share that day. It mattered little to the chimney-sweeps that their caps were stuck with dry leaves, and their brown blankets flung about in every fantastical way-a la Don and a la Boreas,-the carters had no veils to blow off; and if now and then a rowdy's hat flew into the middle of the street, nobody pitied him andTable of Contents L-A Voluntary from ??? Wind, ?* 6; II-Gold Stick i