Suddenly, the church clock struck the hour of noon. The master rose from his chair. “My friends,” said he, “my friends,—I—I—” But something choked him; he could not finish the sentence. He turned to the blackboard, took a piece of chalk, and wrote in large letters, “Vive la France!” Then he stood leaning against the wall, unable to speak. He signed to us with his hand: “It is ended. You are dismissed.”
—From the French of Alphonse Daudet.
Do not look for wrong and evil—
You will find them if you do:
As you measure for your neighbor,
He will measure back to you.
THE BROOK SONG
Little Brook! Little Brook!