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Yet he wept not , but workt , for the heart of a man . Seat within : He was strong , he believed " Men should do what they pan J Grief was sin . " He was strong , but the gladness had past from his life » He was brave , Yet a sweet-smiling patience , precluding all strife , Made him grave . Still he thinks of her ; still sees her eyes of deep blue , Thro' long hours ; Still she stands in the cornfields , besprinkled with dew , Twining flowers . - ^
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THE CAT'S PILGRIMAGE . Part IV . The next morning , when the Dog came down to breakfast , he found his old friend sitting in his usual place on the hearthrug . " Oh ! so you have come back , " said he . " How d ' ye do ? You don ' t look as if you had had a very pleasant journey . " <* I have learnt something , " said the Cat . " Knowledge is never pleasant . " " Then it is better to be without it , " said the Dog . " Especially , better to
be without knowing how to stand on one ' s hind legs . " ' ¦ ' Dog , " said the Cat , " still you see you are proud of it ; but I have learnt a great deal , Dog . They won ' t worship you any more , and it is better for you ; you wouldn't be any happier . What did you do yesterday ?" * Indeed , " said the Dog , " I hardly remember . I slept after you went away . In the afternoon I took a drive in the carriage . Then I had my dinner . My maid washed me and put me to bed . There is the difference between you and me ; you have to wash yourself and put yourself to bed . " " And you really don't find it a bore , living like this ? Wouldn ' t you like something to do ? Wouldn't you like some children to play with . One Fox seemed to find it very pleasant . "
" Children , indeed ! " said the Dog , " when I have got men and women . Children are well enough for foxes and wild creatures ; refined dogs know better ; and , for doing ! can ' I stand on my toes ? can ' t I dance ? at least , couldn't I before I was so fat ? " Ah ! I see everybody likes what he was bred to , " sighed the Cat . " I was bred to do nothing , and I must like that . Train the cat as the cat should go , and the cat will be liappy and ask no questions ? Never seek for impossibilities , Dog . That is the secret . " tsaid he I
" And you have spent a day in the woods to learn tha , " . " could have taught you that . Why , Cat , one day when you were sitting scratching your nose before the fire , I thought you looked so pretty that I should have liked to marry you ; but 1 knew I couldn ' t , so I didn ' t make myself miserable . " The Cat looked at him with her odd green eyes . " I never wished to marry you , Dog ; I shouldn ' t have presumed . But it was wise of you not to feel about it . But , listen to me , Dog , listen . I met many creatures in the wood , all sorts of creatures , beasts and birds . They were all happy ; they didn ' t find it a bore . They went about their work , and did it , and enjoyed it , and yet none of them had the same story to tell . Some did one thing , some another ; and , except the Fox , each had got a sort of notion of
doing its duty . The Fox was a rogue ; he said he was , but yet he was not unhappy . His conscience never troubled him . Your work is standing on your toes , and you are happy . I have none , and that is why I am unhappy . When I came to think about it , I found every creature out in the wood had to get its own living . I tried to get mine , but I didn ' t like it , because I wasn't used to it ; and as for knowing , one Fox , who didn ' t care to know anything except how to cheat greater fools than himself , was the cleverest fellow I came across . Oh ! the Owl , Dog , you should have heard the Owl ; but I came to this , that it was no use trying to know , and the only way to be jolly was to go about one ' s own business , like a decent Cat . Cats' business seems to be killing rabbits and such-like ; and it is not the pleasantest possible ; so the sooner one is bred to it the better . As for me , that have been bred to do nothing , why , as 1 said before , I must try to like that ; but I
consider myself an unfortunate Cat . " " So don't I consider myself an unfortunate Dog , " said her companion . " Very likely you do not , " said the Cat . By this time their breakfast was come in . The Cat ate hers , the Dog did penance for his ; and if one might judge by the purring on the hearthrug , the Cat , if not the happiest of the two , at least was not exceedingly miserable .
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A PICTURE . In the season of roses , when roses are reddest , She stood in the stream with her feet silver-white ; O stream ! with what singing tind shining thou fleddest , When she shook her feet over thee , dripping down light , In the season of roses , when roses are reddest . With a sweetness that wooed you she stood in the roses , — With a sweetness that sought you and then would retreat , — Jjike a rosebud that opens , a rosebud that closes , And flies thro' all changes of wild nnd of sweet ; — With a sweetness that wooed you she stood in the roses She stood in the roses , when roses are reddest , She raised her white hand to a rose in her hair ; O the rose would blush red , tho' its leaves wore the deadest , When quickened apd brightened by fingers so fair , — In the season of roses , when roses arc reddest . M
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Jctly 20 , 1850 . ] « P . fc « JUafrer * 406
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THE LOWLY-BORN . Ye who would quench the human soul divine , And in your abject pride of wealth presume That they who serve were basely born to pine Beneath the task of Labour ' s heavy doom , And it were yours to reap the fruits of toil , — Men of the sordid thought ! without a smile To cheer the poor man , or a word to bless , — To vou that earnest joy is all unknown Which seeks the helpless dwelling of Distress , And doth its constant deeds of good alone ! Ilowe ' er ye deem , ye arc the lowly-born , Whom Nature blessed not with a noble mind , Nor hath the Heart so Bad a theme to mourn As when it sorrows for your friendless kind ! T . J . Clbayek
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COMFORT . I flatter myself the English have but a poor notion of Comfort after all ; and little or none of Luxury . We know what an idol the proud Briton makes of Comfort ; we know that it is his daily aim , his mainstay , his great necessity of life : yet he is wofully ignorant of any large or liberal Comfort properly so-called . Without his comforts , the Briton is a helpless , querulous child ; with them , he is a brave , hard-working , resolute man . He travels into distant lands in quest of perilous adventures , and he is equal to any emergency , defiant of all danger , —but he cannot travel without his teacaddy ! He broils beneath the tropics , or dances a perilous polka with an Arctic bear ; but will not move steamboat
beyond Bow bells without a dressing-case . He is not like - Americans , satisfied with a delegated toothbrush , nor will he put up with vicarious toothpicks . His comforts accompany him . But they must be things he has been " accustomed to . * ' He will not swerve from the path of custom . He invents a custom to become its martyr . Tell him that his hat is the antipole of Comfort , as it is the antipole of Elegance , with a siglf he admits the fact , but cannot be torn from the worship of his idol . He dare not wear a hat with broader brim ; or if he dare , his friends pity him as eccentric , and remonstrate with gravity on his serious departure from custom ; giggling servant girls laugh in his face , as if a latitude in respect of brim were something exquisitely ludicrous ; while boys pause in the gutter to shout their criticism on that " shocking bad At . "
As with Hats so with Costume in general : it ^ yants elegance , and has no * the compensating Comfort : too hot in summer and too cold in winter , it is hideous and uncomfortable in both . I might enumerate a variety of examples proving the restricted notions njy friend Bull entertained respecting his one necessity—Comfort ; but I will content myself with the above , and pass on to Luxury .
Luxuries—( admire the definition!)—are the elegancies of enjoyment , as comforts are its commonplaces . My Bovine friend has a supercilious disdain for all elegancies except those which imply " wealth and respectability" : partly , no doubt , because they are not F substantial , " John only respects substance : his nourishment is beef , and bis ideas are all of solids ; but partly , also , because he only seems capable of enjoying that which he has been accustomed to enjoy . Cheap luxuries he holds cheap : unless they are costly they do not attract him , for his imagination is best stimulated by
expense . I am writing this with the thermometer at 90 ° —a good , sultry , melting heavy , overpowering London day , with the small-coal atmosphere hanging over our city nearly in a state of ignition—truly , a broiling day—a day when wheezy pet dogs loll out exuberant tongues with affecting helplessness an 4 imbecility , and Juma ' s upper lip is beaded with bubbles—in short , a day fit for Leigh Hunt ' s Indicator—( read the account of a hot day there , and perspire!)—and as I breathe the sirocco I call to mind that luxury of luxuries—ice . Ice , the very name of which cools a raging palate—ice , into
which you plunge your wine that it may be nectar , and your water that it may be wine—ice , one of the cheapest of luxuries , forms no part of domestic comfort except in the houses of the rich , or of those who have lived abroad . It is only three halfpence a pound , yet where do you see Middleclass people lavish of the luxury ? Everything ought to be thrust into ice on such a day . I would bury the butter in ice , the wipe in ice , the water in ice , the salad in ice , I would even bury Julia in ice ! and Julia , wiping away her moustache of bubbles , declares she should " like it above all things " ! Vivian .
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SCT . APS OP THOUGHT . XXXVIII . Homo was great by fnrco , and waR the representative of force ; therefore the ltomish Church adopted Peter , the moRt eneruetic of the apostha . Paul , thi ' subtle rf nsourr , is the favouri'c ol Protestant * , tho men of understanding * To ihnsu who care more for the True Catholic lUligion than lor pretended Cnlholio Churches , John the Evangelist , the man of immense but mystical love , of bublhne but visionary spiritualism , is a brother . XXXIX . lie who wrestles "with God halts on his thigh , like Jacob , forever after . The sinews of his spirit have shrunk .
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Leader (1850-1860), July 20, 1850, page 405, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1847/page/21/
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