Mankind will not bear looking at from an elevation. The thin partitions of social classifications melt in the distance; sumptuousness of dress and grandeur of person are of no account; the millionaire and the beggar are indistinguishable. A communist might gaze happily on the world from Trinity steeple; for while all others would be reduced to a common level of insignificance, he himself would be above them all, and that is communism of the practical sort.

As we come down to the street again, the chimes burst into the strong melody of a hymn, and ring out the promise of the Eternal Rock in tones that the uproar of the traffic can not drown. The grand old church there, amid the busiest turmoil of commerce, embodying centuries of suffering and victories in its Gothic architecture, is an appeal to veneration which few can resist; and as the music of the chimes breaks upon the din, the most abstracted of the passers-by glance up at the historic sanctuary. How utterly absorbed most of the faces that we see are! Money-making is a strong passion, and money-making in this neighborhood is a game of chance. A few doors from Broadway, on Wall Street, is the Stock Exchange, where scores of men are striving for wealth with the fierceness of maniacs. Other men flit by us on the street whose eyes are fixed with feverish intensity as they ponder over their schemes. In times of panic time fever reveals itself in wilder faces and more hurried steps, and the student who complains of the intellectual drain that is put upon him, might find consolation in the overwrought and exhausted condition of the men whose brains are occupied in the apparently easy problems of the markets.

Bank messengers with actual bags of gold and packages of paper convertible into gold; office-boys with saucy faces and no less saucy