It was not only the loss of his friend that chilled his heart,--the kind gay face, the cordial hand, the voice which drove away the clouds,--but the loss of the last hope of the threatened people.
Lower, lower, ye clouds!--Shut out that insolent and intruding spark, till nothing be seen but the silver sheet of Cwm Fynnon, and the silver zig-zag lines which wander into it among black morass, while down the mountain side go, softly sliding, troops of white mist-angels.
In his poem, Colin Clout's Come Home Again, Spenser tells, in pastoral language, how "the shepherd of the ocean" persuaded him to go to London, where he presented him to the queen, under whose patronage the first three books of his great poem were printed, in 1590.
1779, p. 179, thus mentions the Cocoa-tree Club:--'But even at Court, though I see much external obeisance, I do not find congenial sentiments to warm my heart; and except when I have the conversation of a very few select friends, I am never so well as when I sit down to a dish of coffee in the Cocoa Tree, sacred of old to loyalty, look round me to men of ancient families, and please myself with the consolatory thought that there is perhaps more good in the nation than I know.'
Tis Cnut that, single-handed, hewed him a path through Ivo's battle and bare away his own banner, the which doth grace my hall at Thrasfordham e'en now.
Torone is a sort of hard candy, made of honey and almonds, and crusted over with crystallized sugar; or in other words, it is a nuga with a sweet frieze coat;--but nuga is a trifle to it for consistency.
Large needless expenditures of money, immeasurable ditto of hypocrisy and grimace; embassies, protocols, worlds of extinct traditions, empty pedantries, foul cobwebs:--but we will by no means apply the "live coal" of our witty friend; the Foreign Office will repent, and not be driven to suicide!
WITH A MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR BY SURGEON-GENERAL W.B. BANNERMAN I.M.S., C.S.I. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY J A. SHEPHERD AND A PORTRAIT LONDON 1914 CONTENTS "EHA" I FEET AND HANDS II BILLS OF BIRDS III TAILS IV NOSES V EARS VI TOMMY VII THE BARN OWL VIII DOMESTIC ANIMALS IX SNAKES X THE INDIAN SNAKE-CHARMER XI CURES FOR SNAKE-BITE XII THE COBRA BUNGALOW XIII THE PANTHER I DID NOT SHOOT XIV THE PURBHOO XV THE COCONUT TREE XVI THE BETEL NUT XVII A HINDU FESTIVAL XVIII INDIAN POVERTY XIX BORROWED INDIAN WORDS Special thanks are due to the Editors and Proprietors of the Strand Magazine, Pall Mall Magazine and Times of India for their courtesy in permitting the reprinting of the articles in this book which originally appeared in their columns.
Can't nobody hab me till dis yer coffee's done; a minnit's a minnit in coffee;--but I'll be in dereckly," she added, in a patronizing tone. "
said he, I have but too plain proofs of the friendship in which you have linked yourself with the family of the de Coigney's;--but tell me, continued he, how dare you engage yourself so far without my knowledge?
Goodaloor is a quiet little village, about eleven miles from Coimbatore;--but don't suppose I was going to spend my precious three weeks there.
Passing a confectioner's shop, I saw a tempting packet labelled "Cokernut Toffee."
Oh, you need not care for me,--you need never love me,--you may always be cold,--but I must serve you, live with you, die with you!"
Are you so weak as that, poor Colin?'--but th' trouble is that sometimes they can scarce keep from burstin' out laughin'.
This unity appears essentially necessary, not only because, when all the parts tend to one common centre, and act in union to the same end, under one direction, they are less liable to be impeded in their operations, or disordered by collision;--but also on account of THE VERY UNEQUAL DISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH, as well as of misery and poverty, in the different districts of the same town.
Perhaps its close, oppressive atmosphere could not have been analyzed into as many separate odors as Coleridge distinguished in Cologne,--but I could easily identify aromatic vinegar, damp straw, lemons, and dyed silk gowns.
Colonel--"But, sir'ree, I know it is."
Thus only shall we disarm, if anything in reason or in nature can, our enemies of their slanderous weapons of offence, and secure in as far as possible, a speedy and safe return of peace and prosperity to the "distracted" colony.--Without this sacrifice on our parts, we see no shelter from our sufferings--no amelioration of present wrongs--no hope for the future; but on the contrary, a systematic and remorseless train laid for the ultimate ruin of every proprietor in the country.
THE END OF THE SECOND NOVEL III THE STORY OF THE RAT-TRAP "Leixant a part le stil dels trobados, Dos grans dezigs ban combatut ma pensa, Mas lo voler vers un seguir dispensa: Yo l'vos publich, amar dretament vos."
Since I am thine, O come,--but with that face To inward light, which thou art wont to shew-- With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe; Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace, Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath I long to kiss the image of my death!
I dismiss ye all, for at least a week to come!--But remembered her broken word!
But now that she had been compelled to see me, (which had been her greatest dread), and which she might be happiest in the resumption of her former favourite scheme, if Miss Howe could find her a reputable and private asylum, till her cousin Morden could come.--But if he came not soon, and if she had a difficulty to get to a place of refuge, whether from her brother or from any body else, meaning me, I suppose, she might yet perhaps go abroad; for, to say the truth, she could not think of returning to her father's house, since her brother's rage, her sister's upbraidings, her father's anger, her mother's still-more-affecting sorrowings, and her own consciousness under them all, would be unsupportable to her.
Like the earlier philosophers, Socrates disdained wealth, ease, and comfort,--but with greater devotion than they, since he lived in a more corrupt age, when poverty was a disgrace and misfortune a crime, when success was the standard of merit, and every man was supposed to be the arbiter of his own fortune, ignoring that Providence who so often refuses the race to the swift, and the battle to the strong.
It's been an awful' long time coming,--but it may come to-night, or tomorrow night.
>>> If you should be disposed so to do, Mrs. Towns- end shall be ready at your command.--But if you meet with no impediments, no new causes of doubt, I think your reputation in the eye of the world, >>> though not your happiness, is concerned, that you should be his--and yet I cannot bear that these libertines should be rewarded for their villany with the best of the sex, when the worst of it are too good for them.
Surprize and joy rendered him incapable either of speaking to him, or hearing the apologies he was beginning to make for having disobeyed his commands:--but he fell upon his neck and gave him an embrace, which dissipated all Horatio's fears, and left him no room to doubt if his peace was made.
MEPHISTOPHELES At thine inaugural feast I will this day Attend, my duties to commence.--But one thing!-- Accidents may happen, hence A line or two in writing grant, I pray.
One supposes that somebody must suffer by these forced sales of large cargoes at prices ruinous to commerce,--but who suffers is a point not easy to ascertain.
They had no commissariat,--without which even a modern army fails.
His thought, in the moment of terror, is for himself: first, suicide; then, what he shall do,--not to save his household,--not to fulfil his duty to his office,--not to repair the outrage he has been committing,--but to secure his own personal safety.
Travel may be "the conversion of money into mind,"--and happy the man who has turned much coin into that precious commodity,--but it is a good thing, after being tossed about the world from the Battery to Africa,--that dry nurse of lions, as Horace calls her,--to anchor once more beside the old familiar tea-urn on the old familiar tea-table.
For a long time I kept the secret about the exceeding deliciousness of the marrow of boiled knuckle of veal, till my tongue weakly ran riot in its praises, and now it is prostitute & common.--But I have made one discovery which I will not impart till my dying scene is over, perhaps it will be my last mouthful in this world: delicious thought, enough to sweeten (or rather make savoury) the hour of death.
Irving had been somewhat intimate with Moore in former days, and found him doubtless an entertaining and lively companion,--but his replies to Hall about the "patronage" of my Lord Lansdowne, etc.,
Anyhow, without knowing where he was, he knew he was on the road to water, food, human companionship (imagine Abdul Ghani a human companion!--but he had not seen a human face for three weeks, nor heard nor uttered a word), and safety, after suffering the unpleasant experience of wandering in circles, lost in the most inhospitable desert on the earth.
But before the Barrister draws bills of imagination on his tender feelings, would it not have been as well to adduce some last dying speech and confession, in which the culprit attributed his crimes--not to Sabbath-breaking and loose company,--but to sermon-hearing on the 'modus operandi' of the divine goodness in the work of redemption?
"Very complimentary!--but I wasn't asking you what you thought about me," said Fullaway, with a laugh. "
Ignoble was he not, and no betrayer; To be the Thunderer's slave, he was too great; To be his friend and comrade,--but a man.
This great monarch, of whom so much has been said pro and con,--but mostly con,--was born at Fotheringhay Castle, October 2, 1452, in the presence of his parents and a physician whose name has at this moment escaped the treacherous memory of the historian.
After they had learned their trade as miners it might be very well for them to have shares in some established concern;--but in that case he would wish to be one of the managers himself, and not to trust everything to any Crinkett, however honest.
He began to entertain the most unpleasant suspicions as to the character of his conductor;--but what could he do?
"I wish you every happiness," said Miss Helen Convolvulus, in conclusion--"but my friends are right; you are much too handsome for a husband!"
The conclusion?--But this was not Morocco, or Turkey, Miss Van Rolsen somewhat vehemently returned.
I have read probably almost everything that has been published on the subject, and endeavored by methods of my own to arrive at a satisfactory conclusion;--without reaching a result which I can venture to lay before the public.
Seignior, she's much honour'd in the Overture, and my Abilities shall not be wanting to fix the Concord.--But have you been a Traveller, Sir?
Lockhart, by translating the chronicle of Bernal Diaz, has saved it from similar condemnation,--but only that it might incur a still more terrible fate.
This day, at 4 A.M., the Cap't went from Taylor's wharf on board his sloop, which lay off of Connanicut, & at 6 o'clock Cap't John Freebody the chief owner came off in the pinnace with several hands.
This is the case with several kinds both of apples and pears, not to mention other fruits, which always improve after keeping in the confectionery,--but with respect to the medlar and the quince, this maturity of expectation is absolutely necessary.
I think, however, that the announcement which the honorable Senator has made on this floor of the fate which awaits so humble an individual as myself in the State of Mississippi must convince every one of the propriety of the high eulogium which he pronounced upon her, the other day, when he spoke of the high position which she occupied among the states of this confederacy.--But enough of this personal matter.