THE PHILOSOPHY OF FIGHTING.
It is not necessary to visit the Bay of Naples in order to witness a beautiful sunset. Our own atmosphere and our own waters produce those that are quite as gorgeous, while our own mountains and woodlands give them as worthy a setting as any in the world.
Half a century ago a little boy sat at his chamber window in Vermont looking at a summer sunset. He was so absorbed in the scene before him and in his own thoughts that he did not notice the entrance of his father until he spoke.
"What are you thinking about, George?" said the father.
"About ships," the boy answered, without turning his head.
"What kind of ships?"
"I can see nearly every kind," said George.
"See them—where?" said his father, looking over his shoulder.
"Right there in the sunset clouds," said the boy.
"Oh!" said his father; and then, after looking a while, added, "Suppose you point out a few of them."