,,practice ,,book ,,leland ,,powers ,,school #aiji ,,in ,,acknowledgment4 99 99 99 99 99 ,my gratitude to publishers who have generously permitted the reprinting of copyrighted selections1 ,i would here publicly express4 ,to ,little1 ,brown ,company ,i am indebted for the use of the extract called ,eloquence1 which is taken from a discourse by ,daniel ,webster2 to ,small1 ,maynard ,company for the poem ,a ,conservative1 taken from a volume by ,mrs4 ,gilman1 entitled ,in ,this ,our ,world2 to the ,lothrop1 ,lee ,shepard ,company for the poems by ,mr4 ,burton2 and to ,longmans1 ,green ,company for the extracts from the works of ,john ,ruskin4 ,the selections from ,sill and ,emerson are used by permission of1 and by special arrangement with1 ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,company1 publishers of their works4 ,the quotations under the headings ,exercises for ,elemental ,vocal ,expression and ,exercises for ,transition1 with a few exceptions1 are taken from ,the ,sixth ,reader1 by the late ,lewis ,b4 ,monroe1 and are here reprinted through the courtesy of the ,american ,book ,company4 ,,leland ,,powers4 ,,index 99 99 99 99 99 ,,across ,,the ,,fields ,,to ,,anne1 ,richard ,burton ,,brook1 ,,the ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson ,,cavalier ,,tunes ,robert ,browning ,i4 ,give a ,rouse4 ,,ii4 ,boot and ,saddle4 ,,columbus ,joaquin ,miller ,,coming ,,of ,,arthur1 ,,the ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson ,,conservative1 ,a ,charlotte ,perkins ,gilman ,,each ,,and ,,all ,ralph ,waldo ,emerson ,,elaine ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson ,,eloquence ,daniel ,webster ,,exercises ,,for ,,elemental ,,vocal ,,expression ,,exercises ,,for ,,transition ,,fezziwig ,,ball1 ,,the ,charles ,dickens ,,five ,,lives ,edward ,rowland ,sill ,,green ,,things ,,growing ,dinah ,mulock ,craik ,,herv ,,riel ,robert ,browning ,,if ,,we ,,had ,,the ,,time ,richard ,burton ,,lady ,,of ,,shalott1 ,,the ,alfred1 ,lord ,tennyson ,,laughing ,,chorus1 ,a ,,life ,,and ,,song ,sidney ,lanier ,,lochinvar ,sir ,walter ,scott ,,mont ,,blanc ,,before ,,sunrise ,s4,t4 ,coleridge ,,my ,,last ,,duchess ,robert ,browning ,,my ,,star ,robert ,browning ,,pippa ,,passes1 ,extracts from ,robert ,browning ,i4 ,day4 ,,ii4 ,the ,year's at ,spring4 ,,rhodora1 ,,the ,ralph ,waldo ,emerson ,,ring ,,and ,,the ,,book1 ,,the1 ,extract from ,robert ,browning ,,scene ,,from ,,david ,,copperfield1 ,i4 ,charles ,dickens ,,scene ,,from ,,david ,,copperfield1 ,,ii4 ,charles ,dickens ,,scene ,,from ,,king ,,henry ,,iv--,falstaff's ,recruits ,william ,shakespeare ,,scene ,,from ,,the ,,shaughraun ,boucicault ,,self-,,reliance ,ralph ,waldo ,emerson ,,tale1 ,,the--,from ,the ,two ,poets of ,croisic ,robert ,browning ,,true ,,use ,,of ,,wealth1 ,,the ,john ,ruskin ,,truth ,,at ,,last ,edward ,rowland ,sill ,,work ,john ,ruskin ,,exercises ,,for ,,elemental ,,vocal ,,expression4 ,the exercises under each chapter have primarily the characteristics of that chapter1 and secondarily the characteristics of the other two chapters4 ,,chapter ,i4 ,,vitality4 ,,mind ,,activities ,,dominated ,,by ,a ,,consciousness ,,of ,power1 ,largeness1 ,freedom1 ,animation1 ,movement4 #a4 ,ho6 strike the flag-,staff deep1 ,sir ,knight--ho6 scatter flowers1 fair maids3 ,ho6 gunners1 fire a loud salute--ho6 gallants1 draw your blades4 99 99 99 99 99 #b4 ,awake1 ,sir ,king1 the gates unspar6 ,rise up and ride both fast and far6 ,the sea flows over bolt and bar4 99 99 99 99 99 #c4 ,i would call upon all the true sons of ,new ,england to co-operate with the laws of man and the justice of heaven4 99 99 99 99 99 #d4 ,robert of ,sicily1 brother of ,pope ,urbane1 ,and ,volmond1 emperor of ,allemaine1 ,apparelled in magnificent attire1 ,with retinue of many a knight and squire1 ,on ,st4 ,john's eve at vespers proudly sat1 ,and heard the priest chant the ,magnificat4 99 99 99 99 99 #e4 ,then the master1 ,with a gesture of command1 ,waved his hand2 ,and at the word1 ,loud and sudden there was heard ,all around them and below ,the sound of hammers1 blow on blow1 ,knocking away the shores and spurs4 ,and see6 she stirs6 ,she starts1--she moves1--she seems to feel ,the thrill of life along her keel1 ,and1 spurning with her foot the ground1 ,with one exulting1 joyous bound1 ,she leaps into the ocean's arms6 99 99 99 99 99 #f4 ,under his spurning feet1 the road ,like an arrowy ,alpine river flowed1 ,and the landscape sped away behind1 ,like an ocean flying before the wind4 99 99 99 99 99 #g4 ,the wind1 one morning sprang up from sleep1 ,saying1 ',now for a frolic6 now for a leap6 ,now for a madcap galloping chase6 ,i'll make a commotion in every place6' 99 99 99 99 99 #h4 ,o hark6 ,o hear6 how thin and clear1 ,and thinner1 clearer1 farther going6 ,o sweet and far1 from cliff and scar1 ,the horns of ,elfland faintly blowing6 99 99 99 99 99 #i4 ,it is done6 ,clang of bell and roar of gun6 ,send the tidings up and down4 ,how the belfries rock and reel6 ,how the great guns1 peal on peal1 ,fling the joy from town to town6 99 99 99 99 99 #aj4 ,o sacred forms1 how proud you look6 ,how high you lift your heads into the sky6 ,how huge you are1 how mighty and how free6 ,ye are the things that tower1 that shine2 whose smile ,makes glad--whose frown is terrible2 whose forms1 ,robed or unrobed1 do all the impress wear ,of awe divine4 ,,chapter ,,ii4 ,,mentality4 ,,mind ,,activities ,,dominated ,,by ,a ,,consciousness ,,of ,reflection ,,or ,processes ,,of ,thought1 ,clearness1 ,definiteness4 #a4 ,beyond the street a tower1--beyond the tower a moon1--beyond the moon a star1--beyond the ,star1 what8 99 99 99 99 99 #b4 ,once more3 speak clearly1 if you speak at all2 ,carve every word before you let it fall2 ,don't1 like a lecturer or dramatic star1 ,try overhard to roll the ,british ,r2 ,do put your accents in the proper spot2 ,don't--let me beg you--don't say ',how8' for ',what8' ,and when you stick on conversation's burrs1 ,don't strew the pathway with those dreadful urs4 99 99 99 99 99 #c4 ,to be1 or not to be2 that is the question3-- ,whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer ,the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune2 ,or to take arms against a sea of troubles1 ,and by opposing end them8 ,to die3 to sleep1-- ,no more3 99 99 99 99 99 #d4 ,i should say sincerity1 a deep1 great1 genuine sincerity1 is the first characteristic of all men in any way heroic4 ,not the sincerity that calls itself sincere2 that is 444 oftenest self-conceit mainly4 ,the great man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of1 is not conscious of4 99 99 99 99 99 #e4 ,brutus4 ,get me a taper in my study1 ,lucius4 ,lucius4 ,i will1 my lord4 7,exit47 ,brutus4 ,it must be by his death3 and for my part1 ,i know no cause to spurn at him1 ,but for the general4 ,he would be crown'd3-- ,how that might change his nature1 there's the question4 ,it is the bright day that brings forth the adder2 ,and that craves wary walking4 ,crown him8--,that3-- ,and then1 ,i grant1 we put a sting in him1 ,that at his will he may do danger with4 99 99 99 99 99 #f4 ,in the beginning was the ,word1 and the ,word was with ,god1 and the ,word was ,god4 ,the same was in the beginning with ,god4 99 99 99 99 99 #g4 ,just in proportion as the writer's aim1 consciously or unconsciously1 comes to be the transcribing1 not of the world1 not of mere fact1 but of his sense of it1 he becomes an artist2 his work a fine art1 and good art in proportion to the truth of his presentment of that sense4 ,truth6 there can be no merit1 no craft at all1 without that4 ,and further1 all beauty is in the long run only fineness of truth1 or what we call expression1 the finer accommodation of speech to that vision within4 99 99 99 99 99 #h4 ,for the ,universe has three children1 born at one time1 which reappear1 under different names1 in every system of thought1 whether they be called cause1 operation1 and effect2 or1 theologically1 the ,father1 the ,spirit1 and the ,son2 but which we call here1 the ,knower1 the ,doer1 and the ,sayer4 ,these stand respectively for the love of truth1 for the love of good1 and for the love of beauty4 ,these three are equal4 ,each of these three has the power of the others latent in him1 and his own patent4 ,,chapter ,,iii4 ,,morality4 ,,mind ,,activities ,,dominated ,,by ,a ,,consciousness ,,of ,purpose1 ,love1 ,harmony1 ,poise1 ,values4 #a4 ,my friend1 if thou hadst all the artillery of ,woolwich trundling at thy back in support of an unjust thing1 and infinite bonfires visibly waiting ahead of thee1 to blaze centuries long for thy victory on behalf of it1 ,i would advise thee to call halt1 to fling down thy baton1 and say1 ',in ,heaven's name1 ,no6' 99 99 99 99 99 #b4 ,flower in the crannied wall1 ,i pluck you out of the crannies2-- ,hold you here1 root and all1 in my hand1 ,little flower--but if ,i could understand ,what you are1 root and all1 and all in all1 ,i should know what ,god and man is4 99 99 99 99 99 #c4 ,who but the locksmith could have made such music8 ,a gleam of sun shining through the unsashed window and checkering the dark workshop with a broad patch of light fell full upon him1 as though attracted by his sunny heart4 99 99 99 99 99 #d4 ,portia ,you see me1 ,lord ,bassanio1 where ,i stand1 ,such as ,i am2 though for myself alone1 ,i would not be ambitious in my wish1 ,to wish myself much better2 yet1 for you1 ,i would be trebled twenty times myself2 ,a thousand times more fair1 ten thousand times more rich2 99 99 99 99 99 #e4 ,listen to the water-mill2 ,through the livelong day1 ,how the clicking of its wheels ,wears the hours away6 ,languidly the autumn wind ,stirs the forest leaves1 ,from the fields the reapers sing1 ,binding up their sheaves2 ,and a proverb haunts my mind1 ,as a spell is cast2 ',the mill can never grind ,with the water that is past4' 99 99 99 99 99 #f4 ,roaming in thought over the ,universe1 ,i saw the little that is good steadily hastening towards immortality4 ,and the vast all that is called evil ,i saw hastening to merge itself1 and become lost and dead4 99 99 99 99 99 #g4 ,we one day descried some shapeless object drifting at a distance4 ,at sea1 everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding expanse attracts attention4 ,it proved to be the mast of a ship that must have been completely wrecked2 for there were the remains of handkerchiefs1 by which some of the crew had fastened themselves to this spar1 to prevent their being washed off by the waves4 ,there was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained4 ,the wreck had evidently drifted about for many months2 clusters of shell-fish had fastened about it1 and long sea-weeds flaunted at its sides4 ,but where1 thought ,i1 are the crew8 ,their struggle has long been over4 ,they have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest4 ,their bones lie whitening among the caverns of the deep4 ,silence1 oblivion1 like the waves1 have closed over them1 and no one can tell the story of their end4 99 99 99 99 99 #h4 ,sunset and evening star1 and one clear call for me6 ,and may there be no moaning of the bar when ,i put out to sea2 ,but such a tide as moving seems asleep1 too full for sound and foam1 ,when that which drew from out the boundless deep turns again home4 99 99 99 99 99 #i4 ,lord1 thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations4 ,before the mountains were brought forth1 or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world1 even from everlasting to everlasting1 thou art ,god4 ,,exercises ,,for ,,transition4 #a4 ,o1 how our organ can speak with its many and wonderful voices6-- ,play on the soft lute of love1 blow the loud trumpet of war1 ,sing with the high sesquialtro1 or1 drawing its full diapason1 ,shake all the air with the grand storm of its pedals and stops4 99 99 99 99 99 #b4 ,the combat deepens4 ,on1 ye brave1 ,who rush to glory or the grave6 ,wave1 ,munich6 all thy banners wave1 ,and charge with all thy chivalry6 ,ah6 few shall part where many meet6 ,the snow shall be their winding sheet1 ,and every turf beneath their feet ,shall be a soldier's sepulcher4 99 99 99 99 99 #c4 ,lo1 dim in the starlight their white tents appear6 ,ride softly6 ride slowly6 the onset is near ,more slowly6 more softly6 the sentry may hear6 ,now fall on the foe like a tempest of flame6 ,strike down the false banner whose triumph were shame6 ,strike1 strike for the true flag1 for freedom and fame6 99 99 99 99 99 #d4 ,hush6 hark6 did stealing steps go by8 ,came not faint whispers near8 ,no6--,the wild wind hath many a sigh ,amid the foliage sere4 99 99 99 99 99 #e4 ,her giant form ,o'er wrathful surge1 through blackening storm1 ,majestically calm1 would go1 ,mid the deep darkness1 white as snow6 ,but gentler now the small waves glide1 ,like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side4 ,so stately her bearing1 so proud her array1 ,the main she will traverse for ever and aye4 ,many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast4 ,hush6 hush6 thou vain dreamer6 this hour is her last6 99 99 99 99 99 #f4 ,hark6 distant voices that lightly ,ripple the silence deep6 ,no2 the swans that1 circling nightly1 ,through the silver waters sweep4 ,see ,i not1 there1 a white shimmer8 ,something with pale silken shrine8 ,no2 it is the column's glimmer1 ',gainst the gloomy hedge of pine4 99 99 99 99 99 #g4 ,hark1 below the gates unbarring6 ,tramp of men and quick commands6 '',tis my lord come back from hunting1' ,and the ,duchess claps her hands4 ,slow and tired came the hunters2 ,stopped in darkness in the court4 ',ho1 this way1 ye laggard hunters6 ,to the hall6 ,what sport1 what sport4' ,slow they entered with their master2 ,in the hall they laid him down4 ,on his coat were leaves and blood-stains1 ,on his brow an angry frown4 99 99 99 99 99 #h4 ,now clear1 pure1 hard1 bright1 and one by one1 like to hailstones1 ,short words fall from his lips fast as the first of a shower1-- ,now in twofold column1 ,spondee1 ,iamb1 and ,trochee1 ,unbroke1 firm-set1 advance1 retreat1 trampling along1-- ,now with a sprightlier springiness1 bounding in triplicate syllables1 ,dance the elastic ,dactylics in musical cadences on2 ,now1 their voluminous coil intertangling like huge anacondas1 ,roll overwhelmingly onward the sesquipedalian words4 ,,selections4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,herv ,,riel4 ,on the sea and at the ,hogue1 sixteen hundred ninety-two1 ,did the ,english fight the ,french1--woe to ,france6 ,and the thirty-first of ,may1 helter-skelter through the blue1 ,like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue1 ,came crowding ship on ship to ,saint ,malo on the ,rance1 ,with the ,english fleet in view4 ',twas the squadron that escaped1 with the victor in full chase2 ,first and foremost of the drove1 in his great ship1 ,damfreville2 ,close on him fled1 great and small1 ,twenty-two good ships in all2 ,and they signalled to the place1 ,help the winners of a race6 ,get us guidance1 give us harbor1 take us quick--or quicker still1 ,here's the ,english can and will6 ,then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board2 ,why1 what hope or chance have ships like these to pass8 laughed they3 ,rocks to starboard1 rocks to port1 all the passage scarred and scored1 ,shall the ',formidable' here with her twelve and eighty guns1 ,think to make the river-mouth by the single narrow way1 ,trust to enter where 'tis ticklish for a craft of twenty tons1 ,and with flow at full beside8 ,now 'tis slackest ebb of tide4 ,reach the mooring8 ,rather say1 ,while rock stands or water runs1 ,not a ship will leave the bay6 ,then was called a council straight4 ,brief and bitter the debate3 ,here's the ,english at our heels2 would you have them take in tow ,all that's left us of the fleet1 linked together stern and bow1 ,for a prize to ,plymouth ,sound8-- ,better run the ships aground6 7,ended ,damfreville his speech47 ,not a minute more to wait6 ,let the captains all and each ,shove ashore1 then blow up1 burn the vessels on the beach6 ,france must undergo her fate4 ,give the word6--,but no such word ,was ever spoke or heard2 ,for up stood1 for out stepped1 for in struck amid all these ,a captain8 ,a lieutenant8 ,a mate--first1 second1 third8 ,no such man of mark1 and meet ,with his betters to compete6 ,but a simple ,breton sailor pressed by ,tourville for the fleet-- ,a poor coasting pilot he1 ,herv ,riel the ,croisickese4 ,and ,what mockery or malice have we here8 cries ,herv ,riel2 ,are you mad1 you ,malouins8 ,are you cowards1 fools1 or rogues8 ,talk to me of rocks and shoals1 me who took the soundings1 tell ,on my fingers every bank1 every shallow1 every swell1 ',twixt the offing here and ,grve1 where the river disembogues8 ,are you bought by ,english gold8 ,is it love the lying's for8 ,morn and eve1 night and day1 ,have ,i piloted your bay1 ,entered free and anchored fast at the foot of ,solidor4 ,burn the fleet and ruin ,france8 ,that were worse than fifty ,hogues6 ,sirs1 they know ,i speak the truth6 ,sirs1 believe me there's a way6 ,only let me lead the line1 ,have the biggest ship to steer1 ,get this ',formidable' clear1 ,make the others follow mine1 ,and ,i lead them1 most and least1 by a passage ,i know well1 ,right to ,solidor1 past ,grve1 ,and there lay them safe and sound2 ,and if one ship misbehave1-- ,keel so much as grate the ground1 ,why1 ,i've nothing but my life1--and here's my head6 cries ,herv ,riel4 ,not a minute more to wait4 ,steer us in1 then1 small and great6 ,take the helm1 lead the line1 save the squadron6 cried its chief4 ,captains1 give the sailor place6 ,he is ,admiral1 in brief4 ,still the north-wind1 by ,god's grace6 ,see the noble fellow's face ,as the big ship with a bound1 ,clears the entry like a hound1 ,keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound6 ,see1 safe through shoal and rock1 ,how they follow in a flock4 ,not a ship that misbehaves1 not a keel that grates the ground1 ,not a spar that comes to grief6 ,the peril1 see1 is past1 ,all are harbored to the last1 ,and just as ,herv ,riel hollas ,anchor6--sure as fate1 ,up the ,english come1 too late4 ,so1 the storm subsides to calm2 ,they see the green trees wave ,on the heights o'erlooking ,grve4 ,hearts that bled are stanched with balm4 ,just our rapture to enhance1 ,let the ,english rake the bay1 ,gnash their teeth and glare askance ,as they cannonade away6 ,neath rampired ,solidor pleasant riding on the ,rance6 ,now hope succeeds despair on each captain's countenance6 ,out burst all with one accord1 ,this is ,paradise for hell6 ,let ,france1 let ,france's king1 ,thank the man that did the thing6 ,what a shout1 and all one word1 ,herv ,riel6 ,as he stepped in front once more1 ,not a symptom of surprise ,in the frank blue ,breton eyes1 ,just the same man as before4 ,then said ,damfreville1 ,my friend1 ,i must speak out at the end1 ,though ,i find the speaking hard4 ,praise is deeper than the lips2 ,you have saved the ,king his ships1 ,you must name your own reward4 ,faith1 our sun was near eclipse6 ,demand whate'er you will1 ,france remains your debtor still ,ask to heart's content1 and have6 or my name's not ,damfreville6 ,then a beam of fun outbroke ,on the bearded mouth that spoke1 ,as the honest heart laughed through ,those frank eyes of ,breton blue3 ,since ,i needs must say my say1 ,since on board the duty's done1 ,and from ,malo roads to ,croisic ,point1 what is it but a run8-- ,since 'tis ask and have1 ,i may-- ,since the others go ashore-- ,come6 ,a good whole holiday6 ,leave to go and see my wife1 whom ,i call the ,belle ,aurore6 ,that he asked1 and that he got--nothing more4 ,name and deed alike are lost3 ,not a pillar nor a post ,in his ,croisic keeps alive the feat as it befell2 ,not a head in white and black ,on a single fishing-smack1 ,in memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack ,all that ,france saved from the fight whence ,england bore the bell4 ,go to ,paris2 rank on rank ,search the heroes flung pell-mell ,on the ,louvre1 face and flank6 ,you shall look long enough ere you come to ,herv ,riel4 ,so1 for better and for worse1 ,herv ,riel1 accept my verse6 ,in my verse1 ,herv ,riel1 do thou once more ,save the squadron1 honor ,france1 love thy wife1 the ,belle ,aurore6 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lochinvar4 ,i4 ,oh1 young ,lochinvar is come out of the ,west1-- ,through all the wild border his steed was the best6 ,and1 save his good broadsword1 he weapon had none1-- ,he rode all unarmed1 and he rode all alone4 ,so faithful in love1 and so dauntless in war1 ,there never was knight like the young ,lochinvar4 ,,ii4 ,he stayed not for brake1 and he stopped not for stone2 ,he swam the ,eske river where ford there was none4 ,but1 ere he alighted at ,netherby gate1 ,the bride had consented1 the gallant came late2 ,for a laggard in love and a dastard in war ,was to wed the fair ,ellen of brave ,lochinvar4 ,,iii4 ,so boldly he entered the ,netherby hall1 ',mong bridesmen1 and kinsmen1 and brothers1 and all3 ,then spoke the bride's father1 his hand on his sword 7,for the poor craven bridegroom said never a word7 ,oh1 come ye in peace here1 or come ye in war1 ,or to dance at our bridal1 young ,lord ,lochinvar8 ,,iv4 ,i long wooed your daughter--my suit you denied2 ,love swells like the ,solway1 but ebbs like its tide2 ,and now am ,i come1 with this lost love of mine1 ,to lead but one measure1 drink one cup of wine4 ,there are maidens in ,scotland more lovely by far ,that would gladly be bride to the young ,lochinvar4 ,v4 ,the bride kissed the goblet2 the knight took it up2 ,he quaffed off the wine1 and he threw down the cup4 ,she looked down to blush1 and she looked up to sigh1 ,with a smile on her lip and a tear in her eye4 ,he took her soft hand1 ere her mother could bar2 ,now tread we a measure8 said young ,lochinvar4 ,,vi4 ,so stately his form1 and so lovely her face1 ,that never a hall such a galliard did grace2 ,while her mother did fret and her father did fume1 ,and the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume1 ,and the bride-maidens whispered1 ',twere better by far ,to have matched our fair cousin with young ,lochinvar4 ,,vii4 ,one touch to her hand and one word in her ear1 ,when they reached the hall door1 and the charger stood near2 ,so light to the croup the fair lady he swung ,so light to the saddle before her he sprung3 ,she is won6 we are gone6 over bank1 bush1 and scar2 ,they'll have fleet steeds that follow1 quoth young ,lochinvar4 ,,viii4 ,there was mounting 'mong ,graemes of the ,netherby clan2 ,forsters1 ,fenwicks1 and ,musgraves1 they rode and they ran2 ,there was racing and chasing on ,cannobie ,lee2 ,but the lost bride of ,netherby ne'er did they see4 ,so daring in love1 and so dauntless in war1 ,have ye e'er heard of gallant like young ,lochinvar8 ,,sir ,,walter ,,scott4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,extracts ,,from ,,pippa ,,passes4 #a4 ,,day4 ,day6 ,faster and more fast2 ,o'er night's brim1 day boils at last3 ,boils1 pure gold1 o'er the cloud-cup's brim ,where spurting and suppressed it lay1 ,for not a froth-flake touched the rim ,of yonder gap in the solid gray1 ,of the eastern cloud1 an hour away2 ,but forth one wavelet1 then another curled1 ,till the whole sunrise1 not to be suppressed1 ,rose1 reddened1 and its seething breast ,flickered in bounds1 grew gold1 then overflowed the world4 ,oh ,day1 if ,i squandered a wavelet of thee1 ,a mite of my twelve hours' treasure1 ,the least of thy gazes or glances1 7,be they grants thou art bound to or gifts above measure7 ,one of thy choices or one of thy chances1 7,be they tasks ,god imposed thee or freaks at thy pleasure7 --,my day1 if ,i squander such labor or leisure1 ,then shame fall on ,asolo1 mischief on me6 ,,robert ,,browning4 ,,ii4 ,,the ,,year',s ,,at ,,the ,,spring4 ,the year's at the spring ,and day's at the morn2 ,morning's at seven2 ,the hillside's dew-pearled2 ,the lark's on the wing2 ,the snail's on the thorn3 ,god's in his heaven-- ,all's right with the world6 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,fezziwig ,,ball4 ,old ,fezziwig laid down his pen1 and looked up at the clock1 which pointed to the hour of seven4 ,he rubbed his hands2 adjusted his capacious waistcoat2 laughed all over himself1 from his shoes to his organ of benevolence2 and called out in a comfortable1 oily1 rich1 fat1 jovial voice3 ,yo ho1 there6 ,ebenezer6 ,dick6 ,a living and moving picture of ,scrooge's former self1 a young man1 came briskly in1 accompanied by his fellow-prentice4 ,yo ho1 my boys6 said ,fezziwig4 ,no more work to-night4 ,christmas eve1 ,dick4 ,christmas1 ,ebenezer6 ,let's have the shutters up1 before a man can say ,jack ,robinson6 ,clear away1 my lads1 and let's have lots of room here6 ,clear away6 ,there was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away1 or couldn't have cleared away1 with old ,fezziwig looking on4 ,it was done in a minute4 ,every movable was packed off1 as if it were dismissed from public life forevermore2 the floor was swept and watered1 the lamps were trimmed1 fuel was heaped upon the fire2 and the warehouse was as snug and warm and dry and bright a ball-room as you would desire to see upon a winter's night4 ,in came a fiddler with a music-book1 and went up to the lofty desk1 and made an orchestra of it1 and tuned like fifty stomach-aches4 ,in came ,mrs4 ,fezziwig1 one vast substantial smile4 ,in came the three ,miss ,fezziwigs1 beaming and lovable4 ,in came the six young followers whose hearts they broke4 ,in came all the young men and women employed in the business4 ,in came the housemaid1 with her cousin the baker4 ,in came the cook1 with her brother's particular friend1 the milkman4 ,in they all came one after another2 some shyly1 some boldly1 some gracefully1 some awkwardly1 some pushing1 some pulling2 in they all came1 anyhow and everyhow4 ,away they all went1 twenty couple at once2 hands half round and back again the other way2 down the middle and up again2 round and round in various stages of affectionate grouping2 old top couple always turning up in the wrong place2 new top couple starting off again1 as soon as they got there2 all top couples at last1 and not a bottom one to help them4 ,when this result was brought about1 old ,fezziwig1 clapping his hands to ,stop the dance1 cried out1 ,well done6 and the fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot of porter especially provided for that purpose4 ,there were more dances1 and there were forfeits1 and more dances1 and there was cake1 and there was negus1 and there was a great piece of ,cold ,roast1 and there was a great piece of ,cold ,boiled1 and there were mince pies1 and plenty of beer4 ,but the great effect of the evening came after the ,roast and ,boiled1 when the fiddler struck up ,sir ,roger de ,coverley4 ,then old ,fezziwig stood out to dance with ,mrs4 ,fezziwig4 ,top couple1 too2 with a good stiff piece of work cut out for them2 three or four and twenty pair of partners1 people who were not to be trifled with2 people who would dance1 and had no notion of walking4 ,but if they had been twice as many1--four times1--old ,fezziwig would have been a match for them and so would ,mrs4 ,fezziwig4 ,as to her1 she was worthy to be his partner in every sense of the term4 ,a positive light appeared to issue from ,fezziwig's calves4 ,they shone in every part of the dance4 ,you couldn't have predicted1 at any given time1 what would become of 'em next4 ,and when old ,fezziwig and ,mrs4 ,fezziwig had gone all through the dance1--advance and retire1 turn your partner1 bow and courtesy1 corkscrew1 thread the needle and back again to your place1--,fezziwig cut1--cut so deftly1 that he appeared to wink with his legs4 ,when the clock struck eleven this domestic ball broke up4 ,mr4 and ,mrs4 ,fezziwig took their stations1 one on either side of the door1 and1 shaking hands with every person individually as he or she went out1 wished him or her a ,merry ,christmas4 ,when everybody had retired but the two 'prentices1 they did the same to them2 and thus the cheerful voices died away1 and the lads were left to their beds1 which were under a counter in the back shop4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,brook4 ,i4 ,i come from haunts of coot and hern1 ,i make a sudden sally1 ,and sparkle out among the fern1 ,to bicker down a valley4 ,,ii4 ,by thirty hills ,i hurry down1 ,or slip between the ridges2 ,by twenty thorps1 a little town1 ,and half a hundred bridges4 ,,iii4 ,i chatter over stony ways1 ,in little sharps and trebles1 ,i bubble into eddying bays1 ,i babble on the pebbles4 ,,iv4 ,with many a curve my banks ,i fret ,by many a field and fallow1 ,and many a fairy foreland set ,with willow-weed and mallow4 ,v4 ,i chatter1 chatter1 as ,i flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come1 and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,,vi4 ,i wind about and in and out1 ,with here a blossom sailing1 ,and here and there a lusty trout1 ,and here and there a grayling4 ,,vii4 ,and here and there a foamy flake ,upon me as ,i travel ,with many a silvery water-break ,above the golden gravel4 ,,viii4 ,i steal by lawns and grassy plots1 ,i slide by hazel covers1 ,i move the sweet forget-me-nots ,that grow for happy lovers4 ,,ix4 ,i slip1 ,i slide1 ,i gloom1 ,i glance1 ,among my skimming swallows2 ,i make the netted sunbeam dance ,against my sandy shallows4 ,x4 ,i murmur1 under moon and stars ,in brambly wildernesses1 ,i linger by my shingly bars1 ,i loiter round my cresses4 ,,xi4 ,and out again ,i curve and flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come1 and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 ,a ,,laughing ,,chorus4 ,used by permission1 from ,nature in ,verse1 copyrighted1 #ahie1 by ,silver1 ,burdett ,company4 ,oh1 such a commotion under the ground ,when ,march called1 ,ho1 there6 ho6 ,such spreading of rootlets far and wide1 ,such whispering to and fro4 ,and ,are you ready8 the ,snowdrop asked2 ',tis time to start1 you know4 ,almost1 my dear1 the ,scilla replied2 ,i'll follow as soon as you go4 ,then1 ,ha6 ha6 ha6 a chorus came ,of laughter soft and low ,from the millions of flowers under the ground-- ,yes--millions--beginning to grow4 ,i'll promise my blossoms1 the ,crocus said1 ,when ,i hear the bluebirds sing4 ,and straight thereafter ,narcissus cried1 ,my silver and gold ,i'll bring4 ,and ere they are dulled1 another spoke1 ,the ,hyacinth bells shall ring4 ,and the violet only murmured1 ,i'm here1 ,and sweet grew the breath of spring4 ,then1 ,ha6 ha6 ha6 a chorus came ,of laughter soft and low ,from the millions of flowers under the ground-- ,yes--millions--beginning to grow4 ,oh1 the pretty1 brave things6 through the coldest days1 ,imprisoned in walls of brown1 ,they never lost heart though the blast shriek loud1 ,and the sleet and the hail came down1 ,but patiently each wrought her beautiful dress1 ,or fashioned her beautiful crown2 ,and now they are coming to brighten the world1 ,still shadowed by winter's frown2 ,and well may they cheerily laugh1 ,ha6 ha6 ,in a chorus soft and low1 ,the millions of flowers hid under the ground-- ,yes--millions--beginning to grow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,cavalier ,,tunes4 #a4 ,,give ,a ,,rouse4 ,king ,charles1 and who'll do him right now8 ,king ,charles1 and who's ripe for fight now8 ,give a rouse3 here's1 in hell's despite now1 ,king ,charles6 ,who gave me the goods that went since8 ,who raised me the house that sank once8 ,who helped me to gold ,i spent since8 ,who found me in wine you drank once8 ,cho4 ,king ,charles1 and who'll do him right now8 ,king ,charles1 and who's ripe for fight now8 ,give a rouse3 here's1 in hell's despite now1 ,king ,charles6 ,to whom used my boy ,george quaff else1 ,by the old fool's side that begot him8 ,for whom did he cheer and laugh else1 ,while ,noll's damned troopers shot him4 ,cho4 ,king ,charles1 and who'll do him right now8 ,king ,charles1 and who's ripe for fight now8 ,give a rouse3 here's1 in hell's despite now1 ,king ,charles6 ,,ii4 ,,boot ,,and ,,saddle4 ,boot1 saddle1 to horse1 and away6 ,rescue my castle before the hot day ,brightens to blue from its silvery gray4 ,cho4 ,boot1 saddle1 to horse1 and away6 ,ride past the suburbs1 asleep as you'd say2 ,many's the friend there1 will listen and pray ,god's luck to gallants that strike up the lay6 ,cho4 ,boot1 saddle1 to horse1 and away6 ,forty miles off1 like a roebuck at bay1 ,flouts ,castle ,brancepeth the ,roundhead's array3 ,who laughs1 ,good fellows ere this1 by my fay1 ,cho4 ,boot1 saddle1 to horse1 and away6 ,who8 ,my wife ,gertrude2 that1 honest and gay1 ,laughs when you talk of surrendering1 ,nay6 ,i've better counsellors2 what counsel they8 ,cho4 ,boot1 saddle1 to horse1 and away6 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,across ,,the ,,fields ,,to ,,anne4 ,from ,stratford-on-,avon a lane runs westward through the fields a mile to the little village of ,shottery1 in which is the cottage of ,anne ,hathaway1 ,shakespeare's sweetheart and wife4 ,how often in the summer tide1 ,his graver business set aside1 ,has stripling ,will1 the thoughtful-eyed1 ,as to the pipe of ,pan ,stepped blithsomely with lover's pride ,across the fields to ,anne6 ,it must have been a merry mile1 ,this summer-stroll by hedge and stile1 ,with sweet foreknowledge all the while ,how sure the pathway ran ,to dear delights of kiss and smile1 ,across the fields to ,anne4 ,the silly sheep that graze to-day1 ,i wot1 they let him go his way1 ,nor once looked up1 as who should say3 ,it is a seemly man4 ,for many lads went wooing aye ,across the fields to ,anne4 ,the oaks1 they have a wiser look2 ,mayhap they whispered to the brook3 ,the world by him shall yet be shook1 ,it is in nature's plan2 ,though now he fleets like any rook ,across the fields to ,anne4 ,and ,i am sure1 that on some hour ,coquetting soft 'twixt sun and shower1 ,he stooped and broke a daisy-flower ,with heart of tiny span1 ,and bore it as a lover's dower ,across the fields to ,anne4 ,while from her cottage garden-bed ,she plucked a jasmine's goodlihede1 ,to scent his jerkin's brown instead2 ,now since that love began1 ,what luckier swain than he who sped ,across the fields to ,anne8 ,the winding path wheron ,i pace1 ,the hedgerows green1 the summer's grace1 ,are still before me face to face2 ,methinks ,i almost can ,turn poet and join the singing race ,across the fields to ,anne6 ,,richard ,,burton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,green ,,things ,,growing4 ,the green things growing1 the green things growing1 ,the faint sweet smell of the green things growing6 ,i should like to live1 whether ,i smile or grieve1 ,just to watch the happy life of my green things growing4 ,oh the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing6 ,how they talk each to each1 when none of us are knowing2 ,in the wonderful white of the weird moonlight ,or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing4 ,i love1 ,i love them so--my green things growing6 ,and ,i think that they love me1 without false showing2 ,for by many a tender touch1 they comfort me so much1 ,with the soft mute comfort of green things growing4 ,and in the rich store of their blossoms glowing1 ,ten for one ,i take they're on me bestowing3 ,oh1 ,i should like to see1 if ,god's will it may be1 ,many1 many a summer of my green things growing6 ,but if ,i must be gathered for the angels' sowing1 ,sleep out of sight a while like the green things growing1 ,though dust to dust return1 ,i think ,i'll scarcely mourn1 ,if ,i may change into green things growing4 ,,dinah ,,mulock ,,craik4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,true ,,use ,,of ,,wealth4 #a4 ,there is a saying which is in all good men's mouths2 namely1 that they are stewards or ministers of whatever talents are entrusted to them4 ,only1 is it not a strange thing that while we more or less accept the meaning of that saying1 so long as it is considered metaphorical1 we never accept its meaning in its own terms8 ,you know the lesson is given us under the form of a story about money4 ,money was given to the servants to make use of3 the unprofitable servant dug in the earth1 and hid his ,lord's money4 ,well1 we in our poetical and spiritual application of this1 say that of course money doesn't mean money--it means wit1 it means intellect1 it means influence in high quarters1 it means everything in the world except itself4 #b4 ,and do you not see what a pretty and pleasant come-off there is for most of us in this spiritual application8 ,of course1 if we had wit1 we would use it for the good of our fellow-creatures2 but we haven't wit4 ,of course1 if we had influence with the bishops1 we would use it for the good of the church2 but we haven't any influence with the bishops4 ,of course1 if we had political power1 we would use it for the good of the nation2 but we have no political power2 we have no talents entrusted to us of any sort or kind4 ,it is true1 we have a little money1 but the parable can't possibly mean anything so vulgar as money2 our money's our own4 #c4 ,i believe1 if you think seriously of this matter1 you will feel that the first and most literal application is just as necessary a one as any other--that the story does very specially mean what it says--plain money2 and that the reason we don't at once believe it does so1 is a sort of tacit idea that while thought1 wit and intellect1 and all power of birth and position1 are indeed given to us1 and1 therefore1 to be laid out for the ,giver1--our wealth has not been given to us2 but we have worked for it1 and have a right to spend it as we choose4 ,i think you will find that is the real substance of our understanding in this matter4 ,beauty1 we say1 is given by ,god--it is a talent2 strength is given by ,god--it is a talent2 but money is proper wages for our day's work--it is not a talent1 it is a due4 ,we may justly spend it on ourselves1 if we have worked for it4 #d4 ,and there would be some shadow of excuse for this1 were it not that the very power of making the money is itself only one of the applications of that intellect or strength which we confess to be talents4 ,why is one man richer than another8 ,because he is more industrious1 more persevering1 and more sagacious4 ,well1 who made him more persevering and more sagacious than others8 ,that power of endurance1 that quickness of apprehension1 that calmness of judgment1 which enable him to seize opportunities that others lose1 and persist in the lines of conduct in which others fail--are these not talents8--are they not1 in the present state of the world1 among the most distinguished and influential of mental gifts8 #e4 ,and is it not wonderful1 that while we should be utterly ashamed to use a superiority of body in order to thrust our weaker companions aside from some place of advantage1 we unhesitatingly use our superiorities of mind to thrust them back from whatever good that strength of mind can attain8 ,you would be indignant if you saw a strong man walk into a theatre or lecture-room1 and1 calmly choosing the best place1 take his feeble neighbor by the shoulder1 and turn him out of it into the back seats or the street4 ,you would be equally indignant if you saw a stout fellow thrust himself up to a table where some hungry children are being fed1 and reach his arm over their heads and take their bread from them4 #f4 ,but you are not the least indignant1 if1 when a man has stoutness of thought and swiftness of capacity1 and1 instead of being long-armed only1 has the much greater gift of being long-headed--you think it perfectly just that he should use his intellect to take the bread out of the mouths of all the other men in the town who are in the same trade with him2 or use his breadth and sweep of sight to gather some branch of the commerce of the country into one great cobweb1 of which he is himself the central spider1 making every thread vibrate with the points of his claws1 and commanding every avenue with the facets of his eyes4 ,you see no injustice in this4 #g4 ,but there is injustice2 and1 let us trust1 one of which honorable men will at no very distant period disdain to be guilty4 ,in some degree1 however1 it is indeed not unjust2 in some degree it is necessary and intended4 ,it is assuredly just that idleness should be surpassed by energy2 that the widest influence should be possessed by those who are best able to wield it2 and that a wise man at the end of his career1 should be better off than a fool4 ,but for that reason1 is the fool to be wretched1 utterly crashed down1 and left in all the suffering which his conduct and capacity naturally inflict8 ,not so4 #h4 ,what do you suppose fools were made for8 ,that you might tread upon them1 and starve them1 and get the better of them in every possible way8 ,by no means4 ,they were made that wise people might take care of them4 ,that is the true and plain fact concerning the relations of every strong and wise man to the world about him4 ,he has his strength given him1 not that he may crush the weak1 but that he may support and guide them4 ,in his own household he is to be the guide and the support of his children2 out of his household he is still to be the father1 that is1 the guide and support1 of the weak and the poor2 not merely of the meritoriously weak and the innocently poor1 but of the guilty and punishably poor2 of the men who ought to have known better--of the poor who ought to be ashamed of themselves4 #i4 ,it is nothing to give pension and cottage to the widow who has lost her son2 it is nothing to give food and medicine to the workman who has broken his arm1 or the decrepit woman wasting in sickness4 ,but it is something to use your time and strength in war with the waywardness and thoughtlessness of mankind to keep the erring workman in your service till you have made him an unerring one2 and to direct your fellow-merchant to the opportunity which his dullness would have lost4 #aj4 ,this is much2 but it is yet more1 when you have fully achieved the superiority which is due to you1 and acquired the wealth which is the fitting reward of your sagacity1 if you solemnly accept the responsibility of it1 as it is the helm and guide of labor far and near4 ,for you who have it in your hands1 are in reality the pilots of the power and effort of the ,state4 ,it is entrusted to you as an authority to be used for good or evil1 just as completely as kingly authority was ever given to a prince1 or military command to a captain4 ,and according to the quantity of it you have in your hands1 you are arbiters of the will and work of the nation2 and the whole issue1 whether the work of the ,state shall suffice for the ,state or not1 depends upon you4 #aa4 ,you may stretch out your sceptre over the heads of the laborers1 and say to them1 as they stoop to its waving1 ,subdue this obstacle that has baffled our fathers2 put away this plague that consumes our children2 water these dry places1 plough these desert ones1 carry this food to those who are in hunger2 carry this light to those who are in darkness2 carry this life to those who are in death2 or on the other side you may say3 ,here am ,i2 this power is in my hand2 come1 build a mound here for me to be throned upon1 high and wide2 come1 make crowns for my head1 that men may see them shine from far away2 come1 weave tapestries for my feet1 that ,i may tread softly on the silk and purple2 come1 dance before me1 that ,i may slumber2 so shall ,i live in joy1 and die in honor4 ,and better than such an honorable death it were1 that the day had perished wherein we were born4 #ab4 ,i trust that in a little while there will be few of our rich men1 who1 through carelessness or covetousness1 thus forfeit the glorious office which is intended for their hands4 ,i said1 just now1 that wealth ill-used was as the net of the spider1 entangling and destroying2 but wealth well-used1 is as the net of the sacred ,fisher who gathers souls of men out of the deep4 ,a time will come--,i do not think it is far from us--when this golden net of the world's wealth will be spread abroad as the flaming meshes of morning cloud over the sky2 bearing with them the joy of the light and the dew of the morning1 as well as the summons to honorable and peaceful toil4 ,,john ,,ruskin4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,life ,,and ,,song4 ,this poem is taken from ,the ,poems of ,sidney ,lanier1 copyrighted #ahia1 and published by ,charles ,scribner's ,sons4 ,if life were caught by a clarionet1 ,and a wild heart1 throbbing in the reed1 ,should thrill its joy and trill its fret1 ,and utter its heart in every deed1 ,then would this breathing clarionet ,type what the poet fain would be2 ,for none o' the singers ever yet ,has wholly lived his minstrelsy1 ,or clearly sung his true1 true thought1 ,or utterly bodied forth his life1 ,or out of life and song has wrought ,the perfect one of man and wife2 ,or lived and sung1 that ,life and ,song ,might each express the other's all1 ,careless if life or art were long ,since both were one1 to stand or fall3 ,so that the wonder struck the crowd1 ,who shouted it about the land3 ,his song was only living aloud1 ,his work1 a singing with his hand6 ,,sidney ,,lanier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,eloquence4 #a4 ,when public bodies are to be addressed on momentous occasions1 when great interests are at stake1 and strong passions excited1 nothing is valuable in speech farther than as it is connected with high intellectual and moral endowments4 ,clearness1 force1 and earnestness are the qualities which produce conviction4 ,true eloquence1 indeed1 does not consist in speech4 ,it cannot be brought from far4 ,labor and learning may toil for it1 but they will toil in vain4 ,words and phrases may be marshalled in every way1 but they cannot compass it4 ,it must exist in the man1 in the subject1 and in the occasion4 #b4 ,affected passion1 intense expression1 the pomp of declamation1 all may aspire to it2 they cannot reach it4 ,it comes1 if it come at all1 like the outbreaking of volcanic fires1 with spontaneous1 original1 native force4 ,the graces taught in the schools1 the costly ornaments and studied contrivances of speech1 shock and disgust men1 when their own lives1 and the fate of their wives1 their children1 and their country1 hang on the decision of the hour4 ,then words have lost their power1 rhetoric is vain1 and all elaborate oratory contemptible4 ,even genius itself then feels rebuked and subdued1 as in the presence of higher qualities4 #c4 ,then patriotism is eloquent2 then self-devotion is eloquent4 ,the clear conception1 outrunning deductions of logic1 the high purpose1 the firm resolve1 the dauntless spirit1 speaking on the tongue1 beaming from the eye1 informing every feature1 and urging the whole man onward1 right onward to his object1--this1 this is eloquence2 or rather it is something greater and higher than all eloquence1--it is action1 noble1 sublime1 god-like action4 ,,daniel ,,webster4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,truth ,,at ,,last4 ,does a man ever give up hope1 ,i wonder1-- ,face the grim fact1 seeing it clear as day8 ,when ,bennen saw the snow slip1 heard its thunder ,low1 louder1 roaring round him1 felt the speed ,growing swifter as the avalanche hurled downward1 ,did he for just one heart-throb--did he indeed ,know with all certainty1 as they swept onward1 ,there was the end1 where the crag dropped away8 ,or did he think1 even till they plunged and fell1 ,some miracle would stop them8 ,nay1 they tell ,that he turned round1 face forward1 calm and pale1 ,stretching his arms out toward his native vale4 ,as if in mute1 unspeakable farewell1 ,and so went down4--',tis something if at last1 ,though only for a flash1 a man may see ,clear-eyed the future as he sees the past1 ,from doubt1 or fear1 or hope's illusion free4 ,,edward ,,rowland ,,sill4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,work4 #a4 ,what is wise work1 and what is foolish work8 ,what the difference between sense and nonsense1 in daily occupation8 ,there are three tests of wise work3--that it must be honest1 useful and cheerful4 ,it is ,honest4 ,i hardly know anything more strange than that you recognize honesty in play1 and do not in work4 ,in your lightest games1 you have always some one to see what you call fair-play4 ,in boxing1 you must hit fair2 in racing1 start fair4 ,your ,english watchword is fair-play1 your ,english hatred1 foul-play4 ,did it never strike you that you wanted another watchword also1 fair-work1 and another and bitterer hatred1--foul-work8 #b4 ,then wise work is ,useful4 ,no man minds1 or ought to mind1 its being hard1 if only it comes to something2 but when it is hard and comes to nothing1 when all our bees' business turns to spiders'1 and for honey-comb we have only resultant cobweb1 blown away by the next breeze1--that is the cruel thing for the worker4 ,yet do we ever ask ourselves1 personally1 or even nationally1 whether our work is coming to anything or not8 #c4 ,then wise work is ,cheerful1 as a child's work is4 ,everybody in this room has been taught to pray daily1 ,thy ,kingdom come4 ,now if we hear a man swearing in the streets we think it very wrong1 and say he takes ,god's name in vain4 ,but there's a twenty times worse way of taking ,his name in vain than that4 ,it is to ask ,god for what we don't want4 ,if you don't want a thing don't ask for it3 such asking is the worst mockery of your ,king you can insult ,him with4 ,if you do not wish for ,his kingdom1 don't pray for it4 ,but if you do1 you must do more than pray for it2 you must work for it4 ,and1 to work for it1 you must know what it is4 #d4 ,observe1 it is a ,kingdom that is to come to us2 we are not to go to it4 ,also it is not to come all at once1 but quietly2 nobody knows how4 ,the ,kingdom of ,god cometh not with observation4 ,also1 it is not to come outside of us1 but in our hearts3 ,the ,kingdom of ,god is within you4 ,now if we want to work for this ,kingdom1 and to bring it1 and to enter into it1 there's one curious condition to be first accepted4 ,we must enter into it as children1 or not at all2 ,whosoever will not receive it as a little child shall not enter therein4 ,and again1 ,suffer little children to come unto me1 and forbid them not1 for of such is the ,kingdom of ,heaven4 #e4 ,of such1 observe4 ,not of children themselves1 but of such as children4 ,it is the character of children we want and must gain4 ,it is modest1 faithful1 loving1 and because of all these characters it is cheerful4 ,putting its trust in its father1 it is careful for nothing--being full of love to every creature1 it is happy always1 whether in its play or in its duty4 ,well1 that's the great worker's character also4 ,taking no thought for the morrow2 taking thought only for the duty of the day2 knowing indeed what labor is1 but not what sorrow is2 and always ready for play--beautiful play4 ,,john ,,ruskin4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,extract ,,from ,,the ,,ring ,,and ,,the ,,book4 ,our human speech is naught1 ,our human testimony false1 our fame ,and human estimation words and wind4 ,why take the artistic way to prove so much8 ,because1 it is the glory and good of ,art1 ,that ,art remains the one way possible ,of speaking truth1 to mouths like mine1 at least4 ,how look a brother in the face and say ,thy right is wrong1 eyes hast thou1 yet art blind1 ,thine ears are stuffed and stopped1 despite their length1 ,and1 oh1 the foolishness thou countest faith6 ,say this as silvery as tongue can troll-- ,the anger of the man may be endured1 ,the shrug1 the disappointed eyes of him ,are not so bad to bear--but here's the plague1 ,that all this trouble comes of telling truth1 ,which truth1 by when it reaches him1 looks false1 ,seems to be just the thing it would supplant1 ,nor recognizable by whom it left2 ,while falsehood would have done the work of truth4 ,but ,art1--wherein man nowise speaks to men1 ,only to mankind1--,art may tell a truth ,obliquely1 do the thing shall breed the thought1 ,nor wrong the thought1 missing the mediate word4 ,so may you paint your picture1 twice show truth1 ,beyond mere imagery on the wall1-- ,so1 note by note1 bring music from your mind1 ,deeper than ever the ,adante dived1-- ,so write a book shall mean1 beyond the facts1 ,suffice the eye1 and save the soul besides4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,self-,,reliance4 #a4 ,to believe your own thought1 to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men1--that is genius4 ,speak your latent conviction1 and it shall be the universal sense2 for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost1 and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the ,last ,judgment4 ,familiar as the voice of the mind is to each1 the highest merit we ascribe to ,moses1 ,plato and ,milton is that they all set at naught books and tradition1 and spoke not what men but what they thought4 #b4 ,a man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within1 more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages4 ,yet he dismisses without notice his thought1 because it is his4 ,in every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts2 they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty4 #c4 ,great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this4 ,they teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side4 ,else to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time1 and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another4 #d4 ,there is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance2 that imitation is suicide2 that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion2 that though the wide universe is full of good1 no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till4 ,the power which resides in him is new in nature1 and none but he knows what that is which he can do1 nor does he know until he has tried4 #e4 ,not for nothing one face1 one character1 one fact makes much impression on him1 and another none4 ,this sculpture in the memory is not without preestablished harmony4 ,the eye was placed where one ray should fall1 that it might testify of that particular ray4 #f4 ,we but half express ourselves1 and we are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents4 ,it may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues1 so it be faithfully imparted1 but ,god will not have his work made manifest by cowards4 ,a man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best2 but what he has said or done otherwise shall give him no peace4 ,it is a deliverance which does not deliver4 ,in the attempt his genius deserts him2 no muse befriends2 no invention1 no hope4 #g4 ,trust thyself3 every heart vibrates to that iron string4 ,accept the place the divine providence has found for you1 the society of your contemporaries1 the connection of events4 ,great men have always done so1 and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age1 betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart1 working through their hands1 predominating in all their being4 #h4 ,and we are now men1 and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny2 and not minors and invalids in a protected corner1 not cowards fleeing before a revolution1 but guides1 redeemers and benefactors1 obeying the ,almighty effort and advancing on ,chaos and the ,dark4 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,rhodora4 ,,on ,,being ,,asked1 ,,whence ,,is ,,this ,,flower8 ,in ,may1 when sea-winds pierced our solitudes1 ,i found the fresh ,rhodora in the woods1 ,spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook1 ,to please the desert and the sluggish brook4 ,the purple petals1 fallen in the pool1 ,made the black water with their beauty gay2 ,here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool1 ,and court the flower that cheapens his array4 ,rhodora6 if the sages ask thee why ,this charm is wasted on the earth and sky1 ,tell them1 dear1 that if eyes were made for seeing1 ,then ,beauty is its own excuse for being3 ,why thou wert there1 ,o rival of the rose6 ,i never thought to ask1 ,i never knew3 ,but in my simple ignorance1 suppose ,the self-same ,power that brought me there brought you4 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,each ,,and ,,all4 ,little thinks1 in the field1 yon red-cloaked clown1 ,of thee from the hill-top looking down2 ,the heifer that lows in the upland farm1 ,far-heard1 lows not thine ear to charm2 ,the sexton1 tolling his bell at noon1 ,deems not that great ,napoleon ,stops his horse1 and lists with delight1 ,whilst his files sweep round yon ,alpine height2 ,nor knowest thou what argument ,thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent4 ,all are needed by each one2 ,nothing is fair or good alone4 ,i thought the sparrow's note from heaven1 ,singing at dawn on the alder bough2 ,i brought him home1 in his nest1 at even2 ,he sings the song1 but it cheers not now1 ,for ,i did not bring home the river and sky2-- ,he sang to my ear1--they sang to my eye4 ,the delicate shell lay on the shore2 ,the bubbles of the latest wave ,fresh pearls to their enamel gave1 ,and the bellowing of the savage sea ,greeted their safe escape to me4 ,i wiped away the weeds and foam1 ,i fetched my sea-born treasures home2 ,but the poor1 unsightly1 noisome things ,had left their beauty on the shore ,with the sun and the sand and the wild uproar4 ,the lover watched his graceful maid1 ,as 'mid the virgin train she strayed1 ,nor knew her beauty's best attire ,was woven still by the snow-white choir4 ,at last she came to his hermitage1 ,like the bird from the woodlands to the cage2-- ,the gay enchantment was undone2 ,a gentle wife1 but fairy none4 ,then ,i said1 ,i covet truth2 ,beauty is unripe childhood's cheat2 ,i leave it behind with the games of youth3-- ,as ,i spoke1 beneath my feet ,the ground-pine curled its pretty wreath1 ,running over the club-moss burrs2 ,i inhaled the violet's breath2 ,around me stood the oaks and firs2 ,pine cones and acorns lay on the ground2 ,over me soared the eternal sky1 ,full of light and of deity2 ,again ,i saw1 again ,i heard1 ,the rolling river1 the morning bird2-- ,beauty through my senses stole2 ,i yielded myself to the perfect whole4 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson 99 99 99 99 99 ,,columbus4 ,this poem is taken from the complete works of ,joaquin ,miller1 copyrighted1 published by the ,whitaker ,ray ,company1 ,san ,francisco4 ,behind him lay the gray ,azores1 ,behind the gates of ,hercules2 ,before him not the ghost of shores1 ,before him only shoreless seas4 ,the good mate said1 ,now must we pray1 ,for lo6 the very stars are gone4 ,brave ,admiral1 speak1 what shall ,i say6 ,why1 say1 ',sail on6 sail on6 and on6' ,my men grow mutinous by day1 ,my men grow ghastly pale and weak4 ,the stout mate thought of home2 a spray ,of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek4 ,what shall ,i say1 brave ,admiral1 say1 ,if we sight naught but seas at dawn8 ,why1 you shall say at break of day1 ',sail on6 sail on6 sail on6 and on6' ,they sailed1 and sailed1 as winds might blow1 ,until at last the blanched mate said3 ,why1 now1 not even ,god would know ,should ,i and all my men fall dead4 ,these very winds forget their way1 ,for ,god from these dread seas has gone4 ,now speak1 brave ,admiral1 speak and say-- ,he said1 ,sail on6 sail on6 and on6 ,they sailed4 ,they sailed4 ,then spake the mate3 ,this mad sea shows its teeth to-night4 ,he curls his lips1 he lies in wait ,with lifted teeth as if to bite6 ,brave ,admiral1 say but one good word3 ,what shall we do when hope is gone8 ,the words leapt like a leaping sword1 ,sail on6 sail on6 sail on6 and on6 ,then1 pale and worn1 he kept his deck1 ,and peered through darkness4 ,ah1 that night ,of all dark nights6 ,and then a speck-- ,a light6 ,a light6 ,a light6 ,a light6 ,it grew1 a starlit flag unfurled6 ,it grew to be ,time's burst of dawn1 ,he gained a world2 he gave that world ,its grandest lesson3 ,on6 sail on6 ,,joaquin ,,miller4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,last ,,duchess4 ,,ferrara4 ,that's my last ,duchess painted on the wall1 ,looking as if she were alive4 ,i call ,that piece a wonder1 now2 ,fr ,pandolf's hands ,worked busily a day1 and there she stands4 ,will't please you sit and look at her8 ,i said4 ,fr ,pandolf by design1 for never read ,strangers like you that pictured countenance1 ,the depth and passion of its earnest glance1 ,but to myself they turned 7since none puts by ,the curtain ,i have drawn for you1 but ,i7 ,and seemed as they would ask me1 if they durst1 ,how such a glance came there2 so1 not the first ,are you to turn and ask thus4 ,sir1 'twas not ,her husband's presence only1 called that spot ,of joy into the ,duchess' cheek3 perhaps ,fr ,pandolf chanced to say1 ,her mantle laps ,over my ,lady's wrist too much1 or ,paint ,must never hope to reproduce the faint ,half-flush that dies along her throat2 such stuff ,was courtesy1 she thought1 and cause enough ,for calling up that spot of joy4 ,she had ,a heart--how shall ,i say8--too soon made glad1 ,too easily impressed2 she liked whate'er ,she looked on1 and her looks went everywhere ,sir1 'twas all one6 ,my favor at her breast1 ,the dropping of the daylight in the ,west1 ,the bough of cherries some officious fool ,broke in the orchard for her1 the white mule ,she rode with round the terrace--all and each ,would draw from her alike the approving speech1 ,or blush1 at least4 ,she thanked men1--good6 but thanked ,somehow--,i know not how--as if she ranked ,my gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name ,with anybody's gift4 ,who'd stoop to blame ,this sort of trifling8 ,even had you skill ,in speech--7which ,i have not7--to make your will ,quite clear to such an one1 and say ,just this ,or that in you disgusts me2 here you miss1 ,or there exceed the mark--and if she let ,herself be lessoned so1 nor plainly set ,her wits to yours1 forsooth1 and made excuse1 --,e'en then would be some stooping2 and ,i choose ,never to stoop4 ,oh1 ,sir1 she smiled1 no doubt1 ,whene'er ,i passed her2 but who passed without ,much the same smile8 ,this grew2 ,i gave commands2 ,then all smiles stopped together4 ,there she stands ,as if alive4 ,will't please you rise8 ,we'll meet ,the company below1 then4 ,i repeat ,the ,count your ,master's known munificence ,is ample warrant that no just pretence ,of mine for dowry will be disallowed2 ,though his fair daughter's self1 as ,i avowed ,at starting1 is my object4 ,nay1 we'll go ,together down1 ,sir4 ,notice ,neptune1 though1 ,taming a sea-horse1 thought a rarity1 ,which ,claus of ,innsbruck cast in bronze for me6 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,tale4 ,what a pretty tale you told me ,once upon a time --,said you found it somewhere 7scold me67 ,was it prose or rhyme1 ,greek or ,latin8 ,greek1 you said1 ,while your shoulder propped my head4 ,anyhow there's no forgetting ,this much if no more1 ,that a poet 7pray1 no petting67 ,yes1 a bard1 sir1 famed of yore1 ,went where such like used to go1 ,singing for a prize1 you know4 ,well1 he had to sing1 nor merely ,sing1 but play the lyre2 ,playing was important clearly ,quite as singing2 ,i desire1 ,sir1 you keep the fact in mind ,for a purpose that's behind4 ,there stood he1 while deep attention ,held the judges round1 --,judges able1 ,i should mention1 ,to detect the slightest sound ,sung or played amiss3 such ears ,had old judges1 it appears6 ,none the less he sang out boldly1 ,played in time and tune ,till the judges1 weighing coldly ,each note's worth1 seemed1 late or soon1 ,sure to smile ,in vain one tries ,picking faults out3 take the prize6 ,when1 a mischief6 ,were they seven ,strings the lyre possessed8 ,oh1 and afterwards eleven1 ,thank you6 ,well1 sir--who had guessed ,such ill luck in store8--it happed ,one of those same seven strings snapped4 ,all was lost1 then6 ,no6 a cricket 7,what cicada8 ,pooh67 --,some mad thing that left its thicket ,for mere love of music--flew ,with its little heart on fire ,lighted on the crippled lyre4 ,so that when 7,ah1 joy67 our singer ,for his truant string ,feels with disconcerted finger1 ,what does cricket else but fling ,fiery heart forth1 sound the note ,wanted by the throbbing throat8 ,ay and1 ever to the ending1 ,cricket chirps at need1 ,executes the hand's intending1 ,promptly1 perfectly1--indeed ,saves the singer from defeat ,with her chirrup low and sweet4 ,till1 at ending1 all the judges ,cry with one assent ,take the prize--a prize who grudges ,such a voice and instrument8 ,why1 we took your lyre for harp1 ,so it shrilled us forth ,f sharp6 ,did the conqueror spurn the creature1 ,once its service done8 ,that's no such uncommon feature ,in the case when ,music's son ,finds his ,lotte's power too spent ,for aiding soul development4 ,no6 ,this other1 on returning ,homeward1 prize in hand1 ,satisfied his bosom's yearning3 7,sir6 ,i hope you understand67 --,said ,some record there must be ,of this cricket's help to me6 ,so he made himself a statue3 ,marble stood1 life-size2 ,on the lyre1 he pointed at you1 ,perched his partner in the prize2 ,never more apart you found ,her1 he throned1 from him1 she crowned4 ,that's the tale3 its application8 ,somebody ,i know ,hopes one day for reputation ,through his poetry that's--,oh1 ,all so learned and so wise ,and deserving of a prize6 ,if he gains one1 will some ticket1 ,when his statue's built1 ,tell the gazer ',twas a cricket ,helped my crippled lyre1 whose lilt ,sweet and low1 when strength usurped ,softness' place i' the scale1 she chirped8 ,for as victory was nighest1 ,while ,i sang and played1-- ,with my lyre at lowest1 highest1 ,right alike1--one string that made ',love' sound soft was snapt in twain ,never to be heard again1-- ,had not a kind cricket fluttered1 ,perched upon the place ,vacant left1 and duly uttered ',love1 ,love1 ,love1' whene'er the bass ,asked the treble to atone ,for its somewhat sombre drone4 ,but you don't know music6 ,wherefore ,keep on casting pearls ,to a--poet8 ,all ,i care for ,is--to tell him a girl's ,love comes aptly in when gruff ,grows his singing4 7,there1 enough67 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,mont ,,blanc ,,before ,,sunrise4 ,hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star ,in his steep course8 ,so long he seems to pause ,on thy bald1 awful head1 ,o sovereign ,blanc6 ,the ,arv and ,arveiron at thy base ,rave ceaselessly2 but thou1 most awful form1 ,risest from forth thy silent sea of pines1 ,how silently6 ,around thee1 and above1 ,deep is the air and dark1 substantial1 black1 ,an ebon mass3 methinks thou piercest it ,as with a wedge4 ,but when ,i look again ,it is thine own calm home1 thy crystal shrine1 ,thy habitation from eternity4 ,o dread and silent ,mount6 ,i gazed upon thee ,till thou1 still present to the bodily sense1 ,didst vanish from my thought3 entranced in prayer ,i worshipped the ,invisible alone4 ,yet1 like some sweet beguiling melody1-- ,so sweet we know not we are listening to it1-- ,thou1 the mean while wast blending with my thought4 ,yea1 with my life1 and life's own secret joy2 ,till the dilating soul1 enrapt1 transfused1 ,into the mighty vision passing--there1 ,as in her natural form1 swelled vast to heaven4 ,awake1 my soul6 not only passive praise ,thou owest6 not alone these swelling tears1 ,mute thanks1 and secret ecstasy6 ,awake1 ,voice of sweet song6 ,awake1 my heart1 awake6 ,green vales and icy cliffs6 all join my hymn6 ,thou first and chief1 sole sovereign of the vale6 ,o1 struggling with the darkness all the night1 ,and visited all night by troops of stars1 ,or when they climb the sky1 or when they sink1-- ,companion of the morning-star at dawn1 ,thyself earth's rosy star1 and of the dawn ,co-herald--wake6 ,o wake6 and utter praise6 ,who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth8 ,who filled thy countenance with rosy light8 ,who made thee parent of perpetual streams8 ,and you1 ye five wild torrents fiercely glad6 ,who called you forth from night and utter death1 ,from dark and icy caverns called you forth1 ,down those precipitous1 black1 jaggd rocks1 ,forever shattered1 and the same forever8 ,who gave you your invulnerable life1 ,your strength1 your speed1 your fury and your joy1 ,unceasing thunder1 and eternal foam8 ,and who commanded1--and the silence came1-- ,here let the billows stiffen and have rest8 ,ye ice-falls6 ye that from the mountain's brow ,adown enormous ravines slope amain-- ,torrents1 methinks1 that heard a mighty voice1 ,and stopped at once amid their maddest plunge6 ,motionless torrents6 silent cataracts6 ,who made you glorious as the gates of heaven ,beneath the keen full moon8 ,who bade the sun ,clothe you with rainbows8 ,who1 with living flowers ,of loveliest blue1 spread garlands at your feet8 ,god6 let the torrents1 like a shout of nations1 ,answer6 and let the ice-plain echo1 ,god6 ,god6 sing1 ye meadow streams1 with gladsome voice ,ye pine groves1 with your soft and soul-like sounds ,and they1 too1 have a voice1 yon piles of snow1 ,and in their perilous fall shall thunder1 ,god6 ,ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost6 ,ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest6 ,ye eagles1 playmates of the mountain storm6 ,ye lightnings1 the dread arrows of the clouds6 ,ye signs and wonders of the elements6 ,utter forth ,god6 and fill the hills with praise6 ,thou too1 hoar mount6 with thy sky-pointing peaks ,oft from whose feet the avalanche1 unheard ,shoots downward1 glittering through the pure serene ,into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast1-- ,thou too1 again1 stupendous mountain6 thou ,that1 as ,i raise my head1 awhile bowed low ,in adoration1 upward from thy base ,slow traveling1 with dim eyes suffused with tears1 ,solemnly seemest1 like a vapory cloud ,to rise before me1--rise1 oh1 ever rise6 ,rise1 like a cloud of incense1 from the earth6 ,thou kingly spirit1 throned among the hills1 ,thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven1 ,great ,hierarch6 tell thou the silent sky1 ,and tell the stars1 and tell yon rising sun1 ,earth1 with her thousand voices1 praises ,god4 ,s4,t4 ,,coleridge4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,star4 ,all that ,i know ,of a certain star ,is1 it can throw 7,like the angled spar7 ,now a dart of red1 ,now a dart of blue1 ,till my friends have said ,they would fain see1 too ,my star that dartles the red and the blue6 ,then it stops like a bird2 like a flower1 hangs furled2 ,they must solace themselves with the ,saturn above it4 ,what matter to me if their star is a world8 ,mine has opened its soul to me2 therefore ,i love it4 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,conservative4 ,the garden beds ,i wandered by ,one bright and cheerful morn1 ,when ,i found a new-fledged butterfly ,a-sitting on a thorn1 ,a black and crimson butterfly1 ,all doleful and forlorn4 ,i thought that life could have no sting ,to infant butterflies1 ,so ,i gazed on this unhappy thing ,with wonder and surprise1 ,while sadly with his waving wing ,he wiped his weeping eyes4 ,said ,i1 ,what can the matter be8 ,why weepest thou so sore8 ,with garden fair and sunlight free ,and flowers in goodly store-- ,but he only turned away from me ,and burst into a roar4 ,cried he1 ,my legs are thin and few ,where once ,i had a swarm6 ,soft fuzzy fur--a joy to view-- ,once kept my body warm1 ,before these flapping wing-things grew1 ,to hamper and deform6 ,at that outrageous bug ,i shot ,the fury of mine eye2 ,said ,i1 in scorn all burning hot1 ,in rage and anger high1 ,you ignominious idiot6 ,those wings are made to fly6 ,i do not want to fly1 said he1 ,i only want to squirm6 ,and he drooped his wings dejectedly1 ,but still his voice was firm2 ,i do not want to be a fly6 ,i want to be a worm6 ,o yesterday of unknown lack6 ,to-day of unknown bliss6 ,i left my fool in red and black1 ,the last ,i saw was this1-- ,the creature madly climbing back ,into his chrysalis4 ,,charlotte ,,perkins ,,gilman4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,five ,,lives4 ,five mites of monads dwelt in a round drop ,that twinkled on a leaf by a pool in the sun4 ,to the naked eye they lived invisible2 ,specks1 for a world of whom the empty shell ,of a mustard-seed had been a hollow sky4 ,one was a meditative monad1 called a sage2 ,and1 shrinking all his mind within1 he thought3 ,tradition1 handed down for hours and hours1 ,tells that our globe1 this quivering crystal world1 ,is slowly dying4 ,what if1 seconds hence1 ,when ,i am very old1 yon shimmering dome ,come drawing down and down1 till all things end8 ,then with a weazen smirk he proudly felt ,no other mote of ,god had ever gained ,such giant grasp of universal truth4 ,one was a transcendental monad2 thin ,and long and slim in the mind2 and thus he mused3 ,oh1 vast1 unfathomable monad-,souls6 ,made in the image--a hoarse frog croaks from the pool-- ,hark6 'twas some god1 voicing his glorious thought ,in thunder music6 ,yea1 we hear their voice1 ,and we may guess their minds from ours1 their work4 ,some taste they have like ours1 some tendency ,to wiggle about1 and munch a trace of scum4 ,he floated up on a pin-point bubble of gas ,that burst1 pricked by the air1 and he was gone4 ,one was a barren-minded monad1 called ,a positivist2 and he knew positively3 ,there is no world beyond this certain drop4 ,prove me another6 ,let the dreamers dream ,of their faint gleams1 and noises from without1 ,and higher and lower2 life is life enough4 ,then swaggering half a hair's breadth1 hungrily ,he seized upon an atom of bug and fed4 ,one was a tattered monad1 called a poet2 ,and with shrill voice ecstatic thus he sang3 ,oh1 the little female monad's lips6 ,oh1 the little female monad's eyes6 ,ah1 the little1 little1 female1 female monad6 ,the last was a strong-minded monadess1 ,who dashed amid the infusoria1 ,danced high and low1 and wildly spun and dove ,till the dizzy others held their breath to see4 ,but while they led their wondrous little lives onian moments had gone wheeling by4 ,the burning drop had shrunk with fearful speed2 ,a glistening film--'twas gone2 the leaf was dry4 ,the little ghost of an inaudible squeak ,was lost to the frog that goggled from his stone2 ,who1 at the huge1 slow tread of a thoughtful ox ,coming to drink1 stirred sideways fatly1 plunged1 ,launched backward twice1 and all the pool was still4 ,,edward ,,rowland ,,sill4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,coming ,,of ,,arthur4 ,abridged4 ,,leodogran1 the ,king of ,cameliard1 ,had one fair daughter1 and none other child2 ,and she was fairest of all flesh on earth1 ,guinevere1 and in her his one delight4 ,for many a petty king ere ,arthur came ,ruled in this isle and1 ever waging war ,each upon other1 wasted all the land2 ,and still from time to time the heathen host ,swarm'd over seas1 and harried what was left4 ,and so there grew great tracts of wilderness1 ,wherein the beast was ever more and more1 ,but man was less and less4 4 4 4 99 99 99 99 99 ,and thus the land of ,cameliard was waste1 ,thick with wet woods1 and many a beast therein1 ,and none or few to scare or chase the beast2 ,so that wild dog and wolf and boar and bear ,came night and day1 and rooted in the fields1 ,and wallow'd in the gardens of the ,king4 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 4 ,and ,king ,leodogran ,groan'd for the ,roman legions here again ,and ,caesar's eagle4 4 4 4 4 99 99 99 99 99 ,he knew not whither he should turn for aid4 ,but--for he heard of ,arthur newly crown'd1 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 --the ,king ,sent to him1 saying1 ',arise and help us thou6 ,for here between the man and beast we die4' ,and ,arthur yet had done no deed of arms1 ,but heard the call and came2 and ,guinevere ,stood by the castle walls to watch him pass2 ,but since he neither wore on helm or shield ,the golden symbol of his kinglihood1 ,but rode1 a simple knight among his knights1 ,and many of these in richer arms than he1 ,she saw him not1 or marked not1 if she saw1 ,one among many1 tho' his face was bare4 ,but ,arthur1 looking downward as he past1 ,felt the light of her eyes into his life ,smite on the sudden1 yet rode on1 and pitch'd ,his tents beside the forest4 ,then he drave ,the heathen2 after1 slew the beast1 and fell'd ,the forest1 letting in the sun1 and made ,broad pathways for the hunter and the knight ,and so returned4 ,for while he linger'd there1 ,a doubt that ever smoulder'd in the hearts ,of those great lords and barons of his realm ,flashed forth and into war2 for most of these1 ,colleaguing with a score of petty kings1 ,made head against him crying3 ,who is he ,that should rule us8 ,who hath proven him ,king ,uther's son8 ,and1 ,arthur1 passing thence to battle1 felt ,travail1 and throes and agonies of the life1 ,desiring to be join'd with ,guinevere1 ,and thinking as he rode3 ,her father said ,that there between the man and beast they die4 ,shall ,i not lift her from this land of beasts ,up to my throne and side by side with me8 ,what happiness to reign a lonely king8 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 ,but were ,i join'd with her1 ,then might we live together as one life1 ,and reigning with one will in everything ,have power on this dark land to lighten it1 ,and power on this dead world to make it live4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when ,arthur reached a field of battle bright ,with pitch'd pavilions of his foe1 the world ,was all so clear about him that he saw ,the smallest rock far on the faintest hill1 ,and even in high day the morning star4 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 ,but the ,powers who walk the world1 ,made lightnings and great thunders over him1 ,and dazed all eyes1 till ,arthur by main might1 ,and mightier of his hands with every blow1 ,and leading all his knighthood1 threw the kings4 99 99 99 99 99 ,so like a painted battle the war stood ,silenced1 the living quiet as the dead1 ,and in the heart of ,arthur joy was lord4 99 99 99 99 99 ,then quickly from the foughten field he sent 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,sir ,bedivere 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 to ,king ,leodogran1 ,saying1 ,if ,i in aught have served thee well1 ,give me thy daughter ,guinevere to wife4 ,whom when he heard1 ,leodogran in heart ,debating--,how should ,i that am a king1 ,however much he holp me at my need1 ,give my one daughter saving to a king1 ,and a king's son8--lifted his voice1 and call'd ,a hoary man1 his chamberlain1 to whom ,he trusted all things1 and of him required ,his counsel3 ,knowest thou aught of ,arthur's birth8 99 99 99 99 99 ,then while the ,king debated with himself1 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 4 there came to ,cameliard1 99 99 99 99 99 ,lot's wife1 the ,queen of ,orkney1 ,bellicent2 ,whom 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 the ,king ,made feast for1 as they sat at meat3 99 99 99 99 99 ',ye come from ,arthur's court4 ,victor his men ,report him6 ,yea1 but ye--think ye this king-- ,so many those that hate him1 and so strong1 ,so few his knights1 however brave they be-- ,hath body enow to hold his foeman down8' ',o ,king1' she cried1 'and ,i will tell thee3 few1 ,few1 but all brave1 all of one mind with him2 ,for ,i was near him when the savage yells ,of ,uther's peerage died1 and ,arthur sat ,crowned on the dais1 and all his warriors cried1 ,be thou the ,king1 and we will work thy will ,who love thee1 ,then the ,king in low deep tones1 ,and simple words of great authority1 ,bound them by so straight vows to his own self ,that when they rose1 knighted from kneeling1 some ,were pale as at the passing of a ghost1 ,some flush'd1 and others dazed1 as one who wakes ,half blinded at the coming of a light4 ',but when he spake1 and cheer'd his ,table ,round ,with large1 divine1 and comfortable words1 ,beyond my tongue to tell thee--,i beheld ,from eye to eye thro' all their ,order flash ,a momentary likeness of the ,king2 99 99 99 99 99 ',and there ,i saw mage ,merlin1 whose vast wit ,and hundred winters are but as the hands ,of loyal vassals toiling for their liege4 ',and near him stood the ,lady of the ,lake1 ,who knew a subtler magic than his own-- ,clothed in white samite1 mystic1 wonderful4 ,she gave the ,king his huge cross-hilted sword1 ,whereby to drive the heathen out3 a mist ,of incense curl'd about her1 and her face ,wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom2 ,but there was heard among the holy hymns ,a voice as of the waters1 for she dwells ,down in a deep--calm1 whatsoever storms ,may shake the world--and when the surface rolls1 ,hath power to walk the waters like our ,lord4' ,thereat ,leodogran rejoiced1 but thought ,to sift his doubtings to the last1 and ask'd1 ,fixing full eyes of question on her face1 ',the swallow and the swift are near akin1 ,but thou art closer to this noble prince1 ,being his own dear sister2' 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ',what know ,i8 ,for dark my mother was in eyes and hair1 ,and dark in hair and eyes am ,i2 4 4 4 4 4 4 yea and dark was ,uther too1 ,wellnigh to blackness2 but this king is fair ,beyond the race of ,britons and of men4 ',but let me tell thee now another tale3 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 on the night ,when ,uther in ,tintagil past away ,moaning and wailing for an heir1 ,merlin ,left the still ,king1 and passing forth to breathe1 99 99 99 99 99 ,beheld1 so high upon the dreary deeps ,it seem'd in heaven1 a ship1 the shape thereof ,a dragon wing'd and all from stem to stern ,bright with a shining people on the decks1 ,and gone as soon as seen4 4 4 4 4 4 ,he 4 4 4 4 4 4watch'd the great sea fall1 ,wave after wave1 each mightier than the last1 ,till last1 a ninth one1 gathering half the deep ,and full of voices1 slowly rose and plunged ,roaring1 and all the wave was in a flame3 ,and down the wave and in the flame was borne ,a naked babe1 and rode to ,merlin's feet1 ,who stoopt and caught the babe1 and cried1 ,the ,king6 99 99 99 99 99 ,and presently thereafter follow'd calm1 ,free sky and stars3 ,and this same child1 he said1 ,is he who reigns4 4 4 4 4 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,and ever since the ,lords ,have foughten like wild beasts among themselves1 ,so that the realm has gone to wrack2 but now1 ,this year1 when ,merlin--for his hour had come-- ,brought ,arthur forth1 and sat him in the hall1 ,proclaiming1 ,here is ,uther's heir1 your ,king1 ,a hundred voices cried3 ,away with him6 ,no king of ours6 4 4 4 4 4 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 ,yet ,merlin thro' his craft1 ,and while the people clamor'd for a king1 ,had ,arthur crown'd2 but after1 the great lords ,banded1 and so brake out in open war4 99 99 99 99 99 4 4 4 4 and ,merlin in our time ,hath spoken also1 4 4 4 4 4 ,tho' men may wound him that he will not die1 ,but pass1 again to come1 and then or now ,utterly smite the heathen under foot1 ,till these and all men hail him for their king4' 4 4 4 4 4 ,king ,leodogran rejoiced1 ,but musing ',shall ,i answer yea or nay8' ,doubted1 and drowsed1 nodded and slept1 and saw1 ,dreaming a slope of land that ever grew1 ,field after field1 up to a height1 the peak ,haze-hidden1 and thereon a phantom king1 ,now looming1 and now lost2 and on the slope ,the sword rose1 the hind fell1 the herd was driven1 ,fire glimpsed2 and all the land from roof and rick1 ,in drifts of smoke before a rolling wind1 ,stream'd to the peak1 and mingled with the haze ,and made it thicker2 while the phantom king ,sent out at times a voice2 and here or there ,stood one who pointed toward the voice1 the rest ,slew on and burnt1 crying1 ',no king of ours1 ,no son of ,uther1 and no king of ours2' ,till with a wink his dream was changed1 the haze ,descended1 and the solid earth became ,as nothing1 but the king stood out in heaven1 ,crown'd4 ,and ,leodogran awoke1 and sent 99 99 99 99 99 ,back to the court of ,arthur answering yea4 ,then ,arthur charged his warrior whom he loved ,and honor'd most1 ,sir ,lancelot1 to ride forth ,and bring the ,queen1 and watched him from the gates3 ,and ,lancelot past away among the flowers-- ,for then was latter ,april--and return'd-- ,among the flowers1 in ,may1 with ,guinevere4 ,to whom arrived1 by ,dubric the high saint1 ,chief of the church in ,britain1 and before ,the stateliest of her altar-shrines1 the ,king ,that morn was married1 while in stainless white1 ,the fair beginners of a noble time1 ,and glorying in their vows and him1 his knights ,stood around him1 and rejoicing in his joy4 ,far shone the fields of ,may thro' open door1 ,the sacred altar blossom'd white with ,may1 ,the sun of ,may descended on their ,king1 ,they gazed on all earth's beauty in their ,queen1 ,roll'd incense1 and there past along the hymns ,a voice as of the waters1 while the two ,sware at the shrine of ,christ a deathless love4 ,and ,arthur said1 ',behold1 thy doom is mine4 ,let chance what will1 ,i love thee to the death6' ,to whom the ,queen replied with drooping eyes1 ',king and my ,lord1 ,i love thee to the death6' ,and holy ,dubric spread his hands and spake3 ',reign ye1 and live and love1 and make the world ,other1 and may the ,queen be one with thee1 ,and all this ,order of thy ,table ,round ,fulfil the boundless purpose of their ,king6' 99 99 99 99 99 ,and ,arthur's knighthood sang before the ,king3-- ',blow trumpet1 for the world is white with ,may66 ,blow trumpet1 the long night hath roll'd away6 ,blow thro' the living world--,let the ,king reign6 ',shall ,rome or ,heathen rule in ,arthur's realm8 ,flash brand and lance1 fall battle-axe on helm1 ,fall battle-axe1 and flash brand6 ,let the ,king reign6 ',strike for the ,king and live6 his knights have heard ,that ,god hath told the ,king a secret word4 ,fall battle-axe and flash brand6 ,let the ,king reign6 99 99 99 99 99 ',strike for the ,king and die6 and if thou diest1 ,the king is king1 and ever wills the highest4 ,clang battle-axe1 and clash brand6 ,let the ,king reign6 99 99 99 99 99 ',the ,king will follow ,christ1 and we the ,king1 ,in whom high ,god hath breathed a secret thing4 ,fall battle-axe1 and clash brand6 ,let the ,king reign6 ,and ,arthur and his knighthood for a space ,were all one will1 and thro' that strength the ,king ,drew in the petty princedoms under him1 ,fought1 and in twelve great battles overcame ,the heathen hordes1 and made a realm and reign'd4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,elaine4 ,elaine the fair1 ,elaine the lovable1 ,elaine1 the lily maid of ,astolat1 ,high in her chamber up a tower to the east ,guarded the sacred shield of ,lancelot2 ,which first she placed where morning's earliest ray ,might strike it1 and awaken her with the gleam2 ,then fearing rust or soilure1 fashion'd for it ,a case of silk1 and braided thereupon ,all the devices blazon'd on the shield ,in their own tinct1 and added1 of her wit1 ,a border fantasy of branch and flower1 ,and yellow-throated nestling in the nest4 ,nor rested thus content1 but day by day ,leaving her household and good father1 climb'd ,that eastern tower1 and entering barr'd the door1 ,stript off the case1 and read the naked shield1 ,now guess'd a hidden meaning in his arms1 ,now made a pretty history to herself ,of every dint a sword had beaten in it1 ,and every scratch a lance had made upon it1 ,conjecturing when and where3 this cut is fresh2 ,that ten years back2 this dealt him at ,caerlyle2 ,that at ,cearleon2 this at ,camelot2 ,and ah1 ,god's mercy what a stroke was there6 ,and here a thrust that might have kill'd1 but ,god ,broke the ,strong lance and roll'd his enemy down1 ,and saved him2 so she lived in fantasy4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,lady ,,of ,,shalott4 ,,part ,i4 ,on either side the river lie ,long fields of barley and of rye1 ,that clothe the wold and meet the sky2 ,and thro' the field the road runs by ,to many-tower'd ,camelot ,and up and down the people go1 ,gazing where the lilies blow ,round an island there below1 ,the ,island of ,shalott4 ,willows whiten1 aspens quiver1 ,little breezes1 dusk and shiver ,thro' the wave that runs for ever ,by the island in the river ,flowing down to ,camelot4 ,four gray walls1 and four gray towers1 ,overlook a space of flowers1 ,and the silent isle imbowers ,the lady of ,shalott4 ,by the margin1 willow-veil'd1 ,slide the heavy barges trail'd ,by slow horses2 and unhail'd ,the shallop flitteth silken-sail'd ,skimming down to ,camelot3 ,but who hath seen her wave her hand8 ,or at the casement seen her stand8 ,or is she known in all the land1 ,the ,lady of ,shalott8 ,only reapers1 reaping early ,in among the bearded barley1 ,hear a song that echoes cheerly1 ,from the river winding clearly1 ,down to tower'd ,camelot2 ,and by the moon the reaper weary1 ,piling sheaves in uplands airy1 ,listening1 whispers ',tis the fairy ,lady of ,shalott4 ,,part ,,ii4 ,there she weaves by night and day ,a magic web with colors gay4 ,she has heard a whisper say1 ,a curse is on her if she stay ,to look down to ,camelot4 ,she knows not what the curse may be1 ,and so she weaveth steadily1 ,and little other care hath she1 ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,and moving thro' a mirror clear ,that hangs before her all the year1 ,shadows of the world appear4 ,there she sees the highway near ,winding down to ,camelot2 ,there the river eddy whirls1 ,and there the surly village-churls1 ,and the red cloaks of market-girls1 ,pass onward from ,shalott4 ,sometimes a troop of damsels glad1 ,an abbot on an ambling pad1 ,sometimes a curly shepherd-lad1 ,or long-hair'd page in crimson clad1 ,goes by to tower'd ,camelot2 ,and sometimes thro' the mirror blue ,the knights come riding two and two2 ,she hath no loyal knight and true1 ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,but in her web she still delights ,to weave the mirror's magic sights1 ,for often thro' the silent nights ,a funeral1 with plumes and lights1 ,and music1 went to ,camelot3 ,or when the moon was overhead1 ,came two young lovers lately wed3 ,i am half sick of shadows said ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,,part ,,iii4 ,a bow-shot from her bower-eaves1 ,he rode between the barley sheaves1 ,the sun came dazzling thro' the leaves1 ,and flamed upon the brazen greaves ,of bold ,sir ,lancelot4 ,a red-cross knight for ever kneel'd ,to a lady in his shield1 ,that sparkled on the yellow field1 ,beside remote ,shalott4 ,the gemmy bridle glitter'd free1 ,like to some branch of stars we see ,hung in the ,golden ,galaxy4 ,the bridle bells rang merrily ,as he rode down to ,camelot2 ,and from his blazon'd baldric slung ,a mighty silver bugle hung1 ,and as he rode his armor rung1 ,beside remote ,shalott4 ,all in the blue unclouded weather ,thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather4 ,the helmet and the helmet-feather ,burned like one burning flame together1 ,as he rode down to ,camelot2 ,as often through the purple night1 ,below the starry clusters bright1 ,some bearded meteor1 trailing light1 ,moves over still ,shalott4 ,his broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd2 ,on burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode2 ,from underneath his helmet flow'd ,his coal-black curls as on he rode1 ,as he rode down to ,camelot4 ,from the bank and from the river ,he flashed into the crystal mirror1 ,tirra lirra by the river ,sang ,sir ,lancelot4 ,she left the web1 she left the loom1 ,she made three paces thro' the room1 ,she saw the water-lily bloom1 ,she saw the helmet and the plume1 ,she looked down to ,camelot4 ,out flew the web and floated wide2 ,the mirror cracked from side to side2 ,the curse is come upon me1 cried ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,,part ,,iv4 ,in the stormy east-wind straining1 ,the pale yellow woods are waning1 ,the broad stream in his banks complaining1 ,heavily the low sky raining ,over tower'd ,camelot2 ,down she came and found a boat ,beneath a willow left afloat1 ,and round about the prow she wrote ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,and down the river's dim expanse ,like some bold seer in a trance1 ,seeing all his own mischance-- ,with a glassy countenance ,did she look to ,camelot4 ,and at the closing of the day ,she loosed the chain1 and down she lay2 ,the broad stream bore her far away1 ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,lying1 robed in snowy white ,that loosely flew to left and right-- ,the leaves upon her falling light-- ,thro' the noises of the night ,she floated down to ,camelot2 ,and as the boat-head wound along ,the willowy hills and fields among1 ,they heard her singing her last song1 ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,heard a carol1 mournful1 holy1 ,chanted loudly1 chanted lowly1 ,til' her blood was frozen slowly1 ,and her eyes were darken'd wholly1 ,turn'd to tower'd ,camelot4 ,for ere she reached upon the tide ,the first house by the water-side1 ,singing in her song she died4 ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,under tower and balcony1 ,by garden-wall and gallery1 ,a gleaming shape she floated by1 ,dead-pale between the houses high1 ,silent into ,camelot4 ,out upon the wharfs they came1 ,knight and burgher1 lord and dame1 ,and round the prow they read her name ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,who is this8 and what is here8 ,and in the lighted palace near ,died the sound of royal cheer2 ,and they crossed themselves for fear1 ,all the knights at ,camelot3 ,but ,lancelot mused a little space2 ,he said ,she has a lovely face2 ,god in his mercy lend her grace1 ,the ,lady of ,shalott4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,if ,,we ,,had ,,the ,,time4 ,if ,i had the time to find a place ,and sit me down full face to face ,with my better self1 that cannot show ,in my daily life that rushes so3 ,it might be then ,i would see my soul ,was stumbling still towards the shining goal1 ,i might be nerved by the thought sublime1-- ,if ,i had the time6 ,if ,i had the time to let my heart ,speak out and take in my life a part1 ,to look about and to stretch a hand ,to a comrade quartered in no-luck land2 ,ah1 ,god6 ,if ,i might but just sit still ,and hear the note of the whip-poor-will1 ,i think that my wish with ,god's would rhyme-- ,if ,i had the time6 ,if ,i had the time to learn from you ,how much for comfort my word could do2 ,and ,i told you then of my sudden will ,to kiss your feet when ,i did you ill2 ,if the tears aback of the coldness feigned ,could flow1 and the wrong be quite explained1-- ,brothers1 the souls of us all would chime1 ,if we had the time6 ,,richard ,,burton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,scene ,,from ,,king ,,henry ,,iv4 ,,falstaff',s ,,recruits4 ,introduction4--,sir ,john ,falstaff has received a commission from the ,king to raise a company of soldiers to fight in the ,king's battles4 ,after drafting a number of well-to-do farmers1 whom he knows will pay him snug sums of money rather than to serve under him1 he pockets their money and proceeds to fill his company from the riff-raff of the country through which he passes4 ,the scene is a village green before ,justice ,shallow's house4 ,the ,justice has received word from ,sir ,john that he is about to visit him1 and desires him to call together a number of the villagers from which recruits may be selected4 ,these villagers are now grouped upon the green1 with ,justice ,shallow standing near4 ,bardolph1 ,sir ,john ,falstaff's corporal1 enters and addresses ,justice ,shallow4 ,bardolph4--,good morrow1 honest gentlemen4 ,i beseech you1 which is ,justice ,shallow8 ,shallow4--,i am ,robert ,shallow1 sir2 a poor esquire of this county1 and one of the ,king's justices of the peace4 ,what is your good pleasure with me8 ,bardolph4--,my captain1 sir1 commends him to you2 my captain1 ,sir ,john ,falstaff1 a tall gentlemen1 by heaven1 and a most gallant leader4 ,shallow4--,he greets me well1 sir4 ,i knew him a good backsword man4 ,how doth the good ,knight now8 ,look6 here comes good ,sir ,john4 7,enter ,falstaff47 ,give me your good hand1 give me your worship's good hand4 ,by my troth you look well and bear your years very well2 welcome1 good ,sir ,john4 ,falstaff4--,i am glad to see you well1 good ,master ,robert ,shallow4 ,fie1 this is hot weather1 gentlemen4 ,have you provided me with half a dozen sufficient men8 ,shallow4--,marry have we1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,let me see them1 ,i beseech you4 ,shallow4--,where's the roll8 ,where's the roll8 ,where's the roll8 ,let me see1 let me see1 let me see4 ,so1 so1 so1 so1 so1 so1 so2 yea1 marry sir4--,ralph ,mouldy6 ,let them appear as ,i call2 let them do so1 let them do so4 ,let me see2 where is ,mouldy8 ,mouldy4--,here1 an't please you4 ,shallow4--,what think you1 ,sir ,john8 ,a good limbed fellow3 young1 strong1 and of good friends4 ,falstaff4--,is thy name ,mouldy8 ,mouldy4--,yea1 an't please you4 ,falstaff4--',tis the more time thou wert used4 ,shallow4--,ha1 ha1 ha6 most excellent1 i' faith6 ,things that are mouldy lack use2 very singular good6 ,well said1 ,sir ,john1 very well said4 ,shall ,i prick him1 ,sir ,john8 ,falstaff4--,yes1 prick him4 ,mouldy4--,i was pricked well enough before1 an' you could have let me alone2 my old dame will be undone now for one to do her husbandry and her drudgery2 you need not to have pricked me2 there are other men fitter to go out than ,i4 ,shallow4--,peace1 fellow1 peace6 ,stand aside2 know you where you are8 ,for the next1 ,sir ,john2 let me see4--,simon ,shadow8 ,falstaff4--,yea1 marry1 let me have him to sit under4 ,he's like to be a cold soldier4 ,shallow4--,where's ,shadow8 ,shadow4--,here1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,shadow1 whose son art thou8 ,shadow4--,my mother's son1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,thy mother's son6 ,like enough1 and thy father's shadow4 ,prick him4 ,shadow will serve for summer4 ,shallow4--,thomas ,wart6 ,falstaff4--,where's he8 ,wart4--,here1 sir6 ,falstaff4--,is thy name ,wart8 ,wart4--,yea1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,thou art a very ragged wart4 ,shallow4--,ha1 ha1 ha6 ,shall ,i prick him down1 ,sir ,john8 ,falstaff4--,it were superfluous2 for his apparel is built upon his back and the whole frame stands upon pins2 prick him no more4 ,shallow4--,ha1 ha1 ha6 you can do it1 sir2 you can do it2 ,i commend you well4--,francis ,feeble4 ,feeble4--,here1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,what trade art thou1 ,feeble8 ,feeble4--,i'm a woman's tailor1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,well1 good woman's tailor1 wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat8 ,feeble4--,i will do my good will1 sir2 you can have no more4 ,falstaff4--,well said1 good woman's tailor6 ,well said1 courageous ,feeble6 ,thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove1 or most magnanimous mouse4 ,prick me the woman's tailor well1 ,master ,shallow2 deep1 ,master ,shallow4 ,feeble4--,i would ,wart might have gone1 too1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,i would thou wert a man's tailor1 that thou mightst mend him and make him fit to go4 ,let that suffice1 most forcible ,feeble4 ,feeble4--,it shall suffice1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,i am bound to thee1 reverend ,feeble4 ,who is next8 ,shallow4--,peter ,bullcalf1 o' the green4 ,falstaff4--,yea1 marry1 let's see ,bullcalf4 ,bullcalf4--,here1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,fore ,god1 a likely fellow6 ,come1 prick me ,bullcalf till he roar again4 ,bullcalf4--,o ,lord6 ,good my lord captain1-- ,falstaff4--,what1 dost thou roar before thou art pricked8 ,bullcalf4--,o ,lord1 sir6 ,i'm a diseased man4 ,falstaff4--,what disease hast thou8 ,bullcalf4--,a terrible cold1 sir1 a cough1 sir4 ,falstaff4--,come1 thou shalt go to the wars in a gown4 ,we will have away with thy cold4 ,is here all8 ,shallow4--,here is two more than your number4 ,you must have but four here1 sir2 and so1 ,i pray you1 go in with me to dinner4 ,falstaff4--,come1 ,i will go drink with you4 7,exit ,sir ,john and ,justice ,shallow47 ,bullcalf4--7,approaching ,bardolph47 ,good ,master ,corporate ,bardolph1 stand my friend2 and here's four ,harry ten shillings in ,french crowns for you4 ,in very truth1 sir1 ,i'd as lief be hanged1 sir1 as to go2 and yet for mine own part1 sir1 ,i do not care2 but rather because ,i am unwilling1 and1 for mine own part1 have a desire to stay with my friends2 else1 sir1 ,i did not care1 for my own part1 so much4 ,bardolph4--7,pocketing the money47 ,go to2 stand aside4 ,feeble4--,by my troth1 ,i care not4 ,,william ,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,scene ,,from ,,david ,,copperfield4 ,,at ,,the ,,lodgings ,,of ,,mr4 ,,and ,,mrs4 ,,micawber4 ,introduction4--,the scene opens in the lodgings of ,mr4 and ,mrs4 ,micawber4 ,mr4 ,micawber at this time is suffering under1 what he terms1 ,a temporary pressure of pecuniary liabilities1 and is out looking for something to turn up4 ,mrs4 ,micawber is at home attending to the twins1 one of which she is holding in her arms1 the other is in the cradle near by1 and various of the children are scattered about the floor4 ,mrs4 ,micawber has been bothered all the morning by the calling of creditors2--at last she exclaims1 as she trots the babe in her arms3-- 7,mrs4 ,micawber47 ,well1 ,i wonder how many more times they will be calling6 ,however1 it's their fault4 ,if ,mr4 ,micawber's creditors won't give him time1 they must take the consequences4 ,oh6 there is some one knocking now6 ,i believe that's ,mr4 ,heep's knock4 ,it is ,mr4 ,heep6 ,come in1 ,mr4 ,heep4 ,we are very glad to see you4 ,come right in4 ,heep4--,is ,mr4 ,micawber in8 ,mrs4 ,mic4--,no1 ,mr4 ,heep4 ,mr4 ,micawber has gone out4 ,we make no stranger of you1 ,mr4 ,heep1 so ,i don't mind telling you ,mr4 ,micawber's affairs have reached a crisis4 ,with the exception of a heel of ,dutch cheese1 which is not adapted to the wants of a young family1--and including the twins1--there is nothing to eat in the house4 ,heep4--,how dreadful6 7,aside47 ,the very man for my purpose4 7,explanation4 ,at this moment there is a noise heard on the landing4 ,micawber himself rushes into the room1 slamming the door behind him47 ,micawber4--7,not seeing ,heep47 ,the clouds have gathered1 the storm has broken1 and the thunderbolt has fallen on the devoted head of ,wilkins ,micawber6 ,emma1 my dear1 the die is cast4 ,all is over4 ,leave me in my misery6 ,mrs4 ,mic4--,i'll never desert my ,micawber6 ,mic4--,in the words of the immortal ,plato1 ,it must be so1 ,cato6 ,but no man is without a friend when he is possessed of courage and shaving materials6 ,emma1 my love1 fetch me my razors6 7,recovers himself7 sh--sh6 ,we are not alone6 7,gayly7 ,oh1 ,mr4 ,heep6 ,delighted to see you1 my young friend6 ,ah1 my dear young attorney-general1 in prospective1 if ,i had only known you when my troubles commenced1 my creditors would have been a great deal better managed than they were6 ,you will pardon the momentary laceration of a wounded spirit1 made sensitive by a recent collision with a minion of the law1--in short1 with a ribald turncock attached to the waterworks4 ,emma1 my love1 our supply of water has been cut off4 ,hope has sunk beneath the horizon6 ,bring me a pint of laudanum6 ,heep4--,mr4 ,micawber1 would you be willing to tell me the amount of your indebtedness8 ,mic4--,it is only a small matter for nutriment1 beef1 mutton1 etc41 some trifle1 seven and six pence ha'penny4 ,heep4--,i'll pay it for you4 ,mic4--,my dear friend6 ,you overpower me with obligation6 ,shall ,i admit the officer8 7,turns and goes to the door1 opens it47 ,enter myrmidon6 ,hats off1 in the presence of a solvent debtor and a lady4 7,heeps pays the officer and dismisses him47 ,heep4--,now1 ,mr4 ,micawber1 ,i suppose you have no objection to giving me your ,i4,o4,u4 for the amount4 ,mic4--,certainly not4 ,i am always ready to put my name to any species of negotiable paper1 from twenty shillings upward4 ,excuse me1 ,heep1 ,i'll write it4 7,goes through motion of writing it on leaf of memo1 book4 ,tears it out and hands it to ,heep47 ,i suppose this is renewable on the usual term8 ,heep4--,better4 ,you can work it out4 ,i come to offer you the position of clerk in my partner's office--the firm of ,wickfield and ,heep4 ,mic4--,what6 ,a clerk6 ,emma1 my love1 ,i believe ,i may have no hesitation in saying something has at last turned up6 ,heep4--,you will excuse me1 ,mrs4 ,micawber1 but ,i should like to speak a few words to your husband in private4 ,mrs4 ,mic4--,certainly6 ,wilkins1 my love1 go on and prosper6 ,mic4--,my dear1 ,i shall endeavor to do so to an unlimited extent6 ,ah1 the sun has again risen--the clouds have passed--the sky is clear1 and another score may be begun at the butcher's4--,heep1 precede me4 ,emma1 my love4 ,au ,revoir4 7,a gallant bow to ,mrs4 ,micawber47 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,scene ,,from ,,david ,,copperfield4 ,,characters4 ,,old ,,fisherman ,,peggotty1 ,,ham ,,peggotty1 ,,david ,,copperfield4 ,introduction4--,the scene is the interior of the ,old ,ark2 the time is evening4 ,the rain is falling outside1 yet inside the old ark all is snug and comfortable4 ,the fire is burning brightly on the hearth1 and ,mother ,gummidge sits by it knitting4 ,ham has gone out to fetch little ,em'ly home from her work1--and the old fisherman sits smoking his evening pipe by the table near the window4 ,they are expecting ,steerforth and ,copperfield in to spend the evening4 ,presently a knock is heard and ,david enters4 ,old ,peggotty gets up to greet him4 ,old ,peg4--,why6 ,it's ,mas'r ,davy8 ,glad to see you1 ,mas'r ,davy1 you're the first of the lot6 ,take off that cloak of yours if it's wet and draw right up to the fire4 ,don't you mind ,mawther ,gummidge1 ,mas'r ,davy2 she's a-thinkin' of the old 'un4 ,she allers do be thinkin of the old 'un when there's a storm a-comin' up1 along of his havin' been drowned at sea4 ,well1 now1 ,i must go and light up accordin' to custom4 7,he lights a candle and puts it on the table by the window47 ,theer we are6 ,theer we are6 ,a-lighted up accordin' to custom4 ,now1 ,mas'r ,davy1 you're a-wonderin' what that little candle is for1 ain't yer8 ,well1 ,i'll tell yer4 ,it's for my little ,em'ly4 ,you see1 the path ain't o'er light or cheerful arter dark1 so when ,i'm home here along the time that ,little ,em'ly comes home from her work1 ,i allers lights the little candle and puts it there on the table in the winder1 and it serves two purposes1--first1 ,em'ly sees it and she says3 ,theer's home1 and likewise1 ,theer's ,uncle1 fur if ,i ain't here ,i never have no light showed4 ,theer6 ,now you're laughin' at me1 ,mas'r ,davy6 ,you're a sayin' as how ,i'm a babby4 ,well1 ,i don't know but ,i am4 7,walks towards table47 ,not a babby to look at1 but a babby to consider on4 ,a babby in the form of a ,sea ,porky-pine4 ,see the candle sparkle6 ,i can hear it say--,em'ly's lookin' at me6 ,little ,em'ly's comin'6 ,right ,i am for here she is6 7,he goes to the door to meet her2 the door opens and ,ham comes staggering in47 ,ham4--,she's gone6 ,her that ,i'd a died fur1 and will die fur even now6 ,she's gone6 ,peggotty4--,gone66 ,ham4--,gone6 ,she's run away6 ,and think how she's run away when ,i pray my good and gracious ,god to strike her down dead1 sooner than let her come to disgrace and shame4 ,peggotty4--,em'ly gone6 ,i'll not believe it4 ,i must have proof--proof4 ,ham4--,read that writin'4 ,peggotty4--,no6 ,i won't read that writin'--read it you1 ,mas'r ,davy4 ,slow1 please4 ,i don't know as ,i can understand4 ,david4--7,reads7 ,when you see this ,i shall be far away4 ,peggotty4--,stop theer1 ,mas'r ,davy6 ,stop theer6 ,fur away6 ,my ,little ,em'ly fur away6 ,well8 ,david4--7,reads7 ,never to come back again unless he brings me back a lady4 ,don't remember1 ,ham1 that we were to be married1 but try to think of me as if ,i had died long ago1 and was buried somewhere4 ,my last love and last tears for ,uncle4 ,peggotty4--,who's the man8 ,what's his name8 ,i want to know the man's name4 ,ham4--,it warn't no fault of yours1 ,mas'r ,davy1 that ,i know4 ,peggotty4--,what6 ,you don't mean his name's ,steerforth1 do you8 ,ham4--,yes6 ,his name is ,steerforth1 and he's a cursed villain6 ,peggotty4--,where's my coat8 ,give me my coat6 ,help me on with it1 ,mas'r ,davy4 ,now bear a hand theer with my hat4 ,david4--,where are you going1 ,mr4 ,peggotty8 ,peggotty4--,i'm a goin' to seek fur my little ,em'ly4 ,first1 ,i'm going to stave in that theer boat and sink it where ,i'd a drownded him1 as ,i'm a living soul2 if ,i'd a known what he had in him6 ,i'd a drownded him1 and thought ,i was doin' right6 ,now ,i'm going to seek fur my ,little ,em'ly throughout the wide wurrety6 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,scene ,,from ,,the ,,shaughraun4 ,introduction4--,this scene introduces the following characters3--,conn1 the ,shaughraun1 a reckless1 devil-may-care1 true-hearted young vagabond1 who is continually in a scrape from his desire to help a friend and his love of fun2 his mother1 ,mrs4 ,o',kelly2 his sweetheart1 ,moya ,dolan1 niece of the parish priest4 ,it is evening4 ,moya is alone in the kitchen4 ,she has just put the kettle on the fire when ,mrs4 ,o',kelly1 ,conn's mother1 enters4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,is it yourself1 ,moya8 ,i've come to see if that vagabond of mine has been around this way4 ,moya4--,why should he be here1 ,mrs4 ,o',kelly8 ,hasn't he a home of his own8 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,the ,shebeen is his home when he is not in jail4 ,his father died o' drink1 and ,conn will go the same way4 ,moya4--,i thought your husband was drowned at sea8 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,and bless him1 so he was4 ,moya4--,well1 that's a quare way o' dying o' drink4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,the best of men he was1 when he was sober--a betther never drhawed the breath o' life4 ,moya4--,but you say he never was sober4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,niver6 ,an' ,conn takes afther him6 ,moya4--,mother1 ,i'm afeared ,i shall take afther ,conn4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,heaven forbid1 and purtect you agin him6 ,you a good dacent gurl1 and desarve the best of husbands4 ,moya4--,them's the only ones that gets the worst4 ,more betoken yoursilf1 ,mrs4 ,o',kelly4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,conn niver did an honest day's work in his life--but dhrinkin' and fishin'1 an' shootin'1 an' sportin'1 and love-makin'4 ,moya4--,sure1 that's how the quality pass their lives4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,that's it4 ,a poor man that sports the sowl of a gintleman is called a blackguard4 7,at this moment ,conn appears in the doorway47 ,conn4--7,at left47 ,some one is talkin' about me6 ,ah1 ,moya1 ,darlin'1 come here4 7,business as if he reached out his hands to ,moya as he comes forward to meet her1 and passes her over to his left so he seems to stand in center between ,moya on left and ,mrs4 ,o',kelly on right47 ,was the old ,mother thryin' to make little o' me8 ,don't you belave a word that comes out o' her6 ,she's jealous o' me4 7,laughing as he shakes his finger at his mother47 ,yes1 ye are6 ,you're chokin' wid it this very minute6 ,oh1 ,moya darlin'1 she's jealous to see my two arms about ye4 ,but she's proud o' me4 ,oh1 she's proud o' me as an old him that's got a duck for a chicken4 ,howld your whist now ,mother6 ,wipe your mouth and give me a kiss4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,oh1 ,conn1 what have you been afther8 ,the polls have been in the cabin today about ye4 ,they say you stole ,squire ,foley's horse4 ,conn4--,stole his horse6 ,sure the baste is safe and sound in his paddock this minute4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,but he says you stole it for the day to go huntin'8 ,conn4--,well1 here's a purty thing1 for a horse to run away wid a man's characther like this6 ,oh1 ,wurra6 may ,i never die in sin1 but this was the way of it4 ,i was standin' by owld ,foley's gate1 whin ,i heard the cry of the hounds coming across the tail of the bog1 an' there they wor1 my dear1 spread out like the tail of a paycock1 an' the finest dog fox ye ever seen a sailin' ahead of thim up the boreen1 and right across the churchyard4 ,it was enough to raise the inhabitints out of the ground6 ,well1 as ,i looked1 who should come and put her head over the gate besoide me but the ,squire's brown mare1 small blame to her4 ,divil a word ,i said to her1 nor she to me1 for the hounds had lost their scent1 we knew by their yelp and whine as they hunted among the gravestones4 ,when1 whist6 the fox went by us4 ,i leapt upon the gate1 an' gave a shriek of a view-halloo to the whip2 in a minute the pack caught the scent again1 an' the whole field came roaring past4 ,the mare lost her head entoirely and tore at the gate4 ,stop1 says ,i1 ye divil6 an' ,i slipt a taste of a rope over her head an' into her mouth4 ,now mind the cunnin' of the baste1 she was quiet in a minute4 ,come home1 now1 ses ,i4 aisy6 an' ,i threw my leg across her4 ,be jabbers6 ,no sooner was ,i on her back than--,whoo6 ,holy ,rocket6 she was over the gate1 an' tearin' afther the hounds loike mad4 ,yoicks6 ses ,i2 ,come back you thafe of the world1 where you takin' me to8 as she carried me through the huntin' field1 an' landed me by the soide of the masther of the hounds1 ,squire ,foley himself4 ,he turned the color of his leather breeches4 ,mother o',moses6 ses he1 ,is that ,conn1 the ,shaughraun1 on my brown mare8 ,bad luck to me6 ses ,i1 ,it's no one else6 ,you sthole my horse1 ses the ,squire4 ,that's a lie6 ses ,i1 for it was your horse sthole me6 ,moya4--7,laughing47 ,and what did he say to that1 ,conn8 ,conn4--,i couldn't stop to hear1 ,moya1 for just then we took a stone wall together an' ,i left him behind in the ditch4 ,mrs4 ,o',k4--,you'll get a month in jail for this4 ,conn4--,well1 it was worth it4 ,,boucicault4