SYMPATHY WITH WORKERS OF OTHER CREEDS

I Spent Wednesday with the Howitts.¹ It was very delightful to find them so simple in their tastes, so contented and unstriving. There were Mr. Howitt and Charlton at work, early and late, at their beloved garden, talking about tame birds and pea-sticks as if there were no noise and bustle in London, and Maggie seems quite indifferent about parties and frivolities.