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Her eyes quickly recalled to Bedient's mind a line of Tennyson's--"Sunset and evening star, and after that the dark."
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Nature seems to be closing about them like a tomb; and that hillside,--sunset flooding the skies with yellow and the earth with blue shadow,--is another piece of painting that will one day find a place in one of the public galleries; and the same can be said of the portrait of the woman on a background of chintz flowers.
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He must abound in color,--be rich, exhaustless: wild sea-sketches,--sunrise,--sunset,--mountain mists rolling in turbid crimson masses, breaking in a milky spray of vapor round lofty peaks, and letting out lonely glimpses of a melancholy moon,--South American splendors,--pomps of fruit and blossom,--all this affluence of his future life must flash from his pencils now.
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'General Sketch of the Lakes--Author's regret of his Youth which was passed amongst them--Short description of Noon--Cascade--Noon-tide Retreat--Precipice and sloping Lights--Face of Nature as the Sun declines--Mountain-farm, and the Cock--Slate-quarry--Sunset--Superstition of the Country connected with that moment--Swans--Female Beggar--Twilight-sounds--Western Lights--Spirits--Night--Moonlight--Hope--Night-sounds--Conclusion'.
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"She do be like to a stag for grace o' body, and wi' the eyes of a stag--" "Nay, master, her eyes do be maid's eyes, look'ee, very soft and sweet, and her hair, look'ee--" "Her hair do be like a forest-pool brim-full o' sunset--" "Not so, master, her hair is red, look'ee--" "And each day she do bring us flowers, master--" "And suckets, look'ee, very sweet and delicate, master."
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Fancy the rail gone, and we have neither telegraph, nor school-house, nor anything of all this but the sunset,--and even that we could not be there to see in spring-time, at least, unless we could transmigrate for the time into the relinquished forms of some of these aboriginal bull-frogs, which grow to the nice size of two feet in length, destined, no doubt, to receive the souls of habitual croakers hereafter.
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"Sunset,--California Scenery," after A. Bierstadt, 18-1/8 by 12, price $10.00, or any other $10.00 Chromo, and a copy of the paper for one year for $10.00.
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and "Three Sunsets."
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On October 2nd he wrote to Miss E.G. Thomson, who was illustrating his "Three Sunsets":-- Would you kindly do no sketches, or photos, for me, on a Sunday?
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Whereas, the laws of South Carolina permit the master to compel his slaves to work FIFTEEN HOURS in the twenty-four, in summer, and FOURTEEN in the winter--which would be in winter, from daybreak in the morning until four hours after sunset!--See 2 Brevard's Digest, 243.
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The music of birds is modulated in pleasant unison with all the chords of affection and imagination, filling the soul with a lively consciousness of happiness and beauty, and soothing it with romantic visions of memory,--of love, when it was an ethereal sentiment of adoration and not a passion, and of friendship, when it was a passion and not an expedience,--of dear and simple adventures, and of comrades who had part in them,--of dappled mornings, and serene and glowing sunsets,--of sequestered nooks and mossy seats in the old wood,--of paths by the riverside, and flowers that smiled a bright welcome to our rambling,--of lingering departures from home, and of old by-ways, overshadowed by trees and hedged with roses and viburnums, that spread their shade and their perfume around our path to gladden our return.
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Dodgson's generosity--College services--Religious difficulties--A village sermon--Plans for the future--Reverence--"Symbolic Logic" CHAPTER IX (1897-1898) Logic-lectures--Irreverent anecdotes--Tolerance of his religious views--A mathematical discovery--"The Little Minister"--Sir George Baden-Powell--Last illness--"Thy will be done"--"Wonderland" at last!--Letters from friends--"Three Sunsets"--"Of such is the kingdom of Heaven" CHAPTER X CHILD FRIENDS Mr. Dodgson's fondness for children--Miss Isabel Standen--Puzzles--"Me and Myself"--A double acrostic--"Father William"--Of drinking healths--Kisses by post--Tired in the face--The unripe plum--Eccentricities--"Sylvie and Bruno"--"Mr.
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Yes,--Boston sunsets;--perhaps they're as good in some other places, but I know 'em best here.
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She was taking the books from me as I said this, and she looked up at me for a second, as if she were studying me, and then she asked me if I would like to come in some bright day, and see her and the sunsets,--that they were very beautiful from the upper windows.
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Who knoweth at sunrise what will chance before sunsett?
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They play on, long after sunset,--the darker it gets, and the more dangerous to life and limb the game becomes, the happier they are.
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"Since sunset,--though it was nearly dark when I came in,"--she answered. "
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All we saw, heard, read, or felt was the subject of mutual confidences: the transitory emotion that a flush of colour and a bit of perspective awakens, the blue tints that the sunsetting lends to a white dress, or the eternal verities, death and love.
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Would the Parthenon, for instance, with its beautiful forms,--made still more beautiful under its native sky,--seeming almost endued with the breath of life, as if its conscious purple were a living suffusion brought forth in sympathy by the enamoured blushes of a Grecian sunset;--would this beautiful object even then elevate the soul above its own roof?
