The two men stood upon the top of a bank bordering the rough road which led to the sea.They were listening to the lark, which had risen fluttering from their feet a moment or soago, and was circling now above their heads. Mannering, with a quiet smile, pointedupwards."There, my friend " he exclaimed. "You can listen now to arguments more eloquent thanany which I could ever frame. That little creature is singing the true, uncorrupted song oflife. He...