After early nightfall the yellow lamps would light up, here and there, the squalid quarter of the brothels.


The music came nearer and he recalled the words, the words of Shelley's fragment upon the moon wandering companionless, pale for weariness.


The stars began to crumble and a cloud of fine stardust fell through space.


A cold lucid indifference reigned in his soul.


At his first violent sin he had felt a wave of vitality pass out of him and had feared to find his body or his soul maimed by the excess.


The chaos in which his ardour extinguished itself was a cold indifferent knowledge of himself.


His days and works and thoughts could make no atonement for him, the fountains of sanctifying grace having ceased to refresh his soul.


At most, by an alms given to a beggar whose blessing he fled from, he might hope wearily to win for himself some measure of actual grace.


What did it avail to pray when he knew that his soul lusted after its own destruction?


--Well now, Ennis, I declare you have a head and so has my stick!


Do you mean to say that you are not able to tell me what a surd is?


He stooped to the evil of hypocrisy with others, sceptical of their innocence which he could cajole so easily.


On the wall of his bedroom hung an illuminated scroll, the certificate of his prefecture in the college of the sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary.


The imagery of the psalms of prophecy soothed his barren pride.


If ever he was impelled to cast sin from him and to repent the impulse that moved him was the wish to be her knight.


But the dusk, deepening in the schoolroom, covered over his thoughts.


The bell rang. The master marked the sums and cuts to be done for the next lesson and went out.


Heron, beside Stephen, began to hum tunelessly.


Ennis, who had gone to the yard, came back, saying:


A tall boy behind Stephen rubbed his hands and said:


Stephen, leaning back and drawing idly on his scribbler, listened to the talk about him which Heron checked from time to time by saying:


As he sat in his bench gazing calmly at the rector's shrewd harsh face, his mind wound itself in and out of the curious questions proposed to it.


If a layman in giving baptism pour the water before saying the words is the child baptized?


Does a tiny particle of the consecrated bread contain all the body and blood of Jesus Christ or a part only of the body and blood?


A boy from his post at the window had seen the rector come from the house.


All the catechisms were opened and all heads bent upon them silently.


A gentle kick from the tall boy in the bench behind urged Stephen to ask a difficult question.


The rector did not ask for a catechism to hear the lesson from.


On Friday confession will be heard all the afternoon after beads.


If any boys have special confessors perhaps it will be better for them not to change.


Mass will be on Saturday morning at nine o'clock and general communion for the whole college.


But Saturday and Sunday being free days some boys might be inclined to think that Monday is a free day also.


I think you, Lawless, are likely to make that mistake.


A little wave of quiet mirth broke forth over the class of boys from the rector's grim smile.


Stephen's heart began slowly to fold and fade with fear like a withering flower.


--You are all familiar with the story of the life of saint Francis Xavier, I suppose, the patron of your college.


He came of an old and illustrious Spanish family and you remember that he was one of the first followers of saint Ignatius.


He is called, as you know, the apostle of the Indies.


He went from country to country in the east, from Africa to India, from India to Japan, baptizing the people.


He is said to have baptized as many as ten thousand idolaters in one month.


A great saint, saint Francis Xavier!


Ten thousand souls won for God in a single month!


A full hour had passed since his father had gone in with Dan Crosby, the tutor, to find out for him something about the university.


For a full hour he had paced up and down, waiting: but he could wait no longer.


Yes, his mother was hostile to the idea, as he had read from her listless silence.


--Whose feet are as the feet of harts and underneath the everlasting arms.


The pride of that dim image brought back to his mind the dignity of the office he had refused.


He turned seaward from the road at Dollymount and as he passed on to the thin wooden bridge he felt the planks shaking with the tramp of heavily shod feet.


He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself:


No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself.


He passed from the trembling bridge on to firm land again.


A veiled sunlight lit up faintly the grey sheet of water where the river was embayed.


Disheartened, he raised his eyes towards the slow drifting clouds, dappled and seaborne.


They were voyaging across the deserts of the sky, a host of nomads on the march, voyaging high over Ireland, westward bound.


He recognized their speech collectively before he distinguished their faces.


The mere sight of that medley of wet nakedness chilled him to the bone.


The towels with which they smacked their bodies were heavy with cold seawater; and drenched with cold brine was their matted hair.


He stood still in deference to their calls and parried their banter with easy words.


Perhaps they had taken refuge in number and noise from the secret dread in their souls.


But he, apart from them and in silence, remembered in what dread he stood of the mystery of his own body.


Their banter was not new to him and now it flattered his mild proud sovereignty.


Now, as never before, his strange name seemed to him a prophecy.


So timeless seemed the grey warm air, so fluid and impersonal his own mood, that all ages were as one to him.


A moment before the ghost of the ancient kingdom of the Danes had looked forth through the vesture of the hazewrapped City.


His heart trembled in an ecstasy of fear and his soul was in flight.


An ecstasy of flight made radiant his eyes and wild his breath and tremulous and wild and radiant his windswept limbs.


His throat ached with a desire to cry aloud, the cry of a hawk or eagle on high, to cry piercingly of his deliverance to the winds.


An instant of wild flight had delivered him and the cry of triumph which his lips withheld cleft his brain.


His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her grave clothes.


He started up nervously from the stone block for he could no longer quench the flame in his blood.


He felt his cheeks aflame and his throat throbbing with song.


Emerald and black and russet and olive, it moved beneath the current, swaying and turning.


The water of the rivulet was dark with endless drift and mirrored the high drifting clouds.


He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life.


Her slate blue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her.


Her bosom was as a bird's, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark plumaged dove.


But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.


--Heavenly God! cried Stephen's soul, in an outburst of profane joy.


He turned away from her suddenly and set off across the strand.


Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call.


To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life!


His soul was swooning into some new world, fantastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by cloudy shapes and beings.


Evening had fallen when he woke and the sand and arid grasses of his bed glowed no longer.


He climbed to the crest of the sandhill and gazed about him.


You see how doubly, how intimately, opposed the ideas are; yet how difficult to explain without apparent contradiction.


Some of the touches, indeed, when the tint has been mixed with much water, have been laid in little drops or ponds, so that the pigment might crystallize hard at the edge.


But in this vignette, copied from Turner, you have the two principles brought out perfectly.


I say, "whether color be gay or sad."


George" of Carpaccio at Venice, are all that I can name myself of great works.


Do not, therefore, think that the Gothic school is an easy one.


Our uneducated men work too bluntly to be ever in the right; but the Germans draw finely and resolutely wrong.


But, observe, you can only do this on one condition-that of striving also to create, in reality, the beauty which you seek in imagination.


But if you go on into the veracities of the school of Clay, you will find there is something at the roots of almond and apple trees, which is-This.


You must look at him in the face-fight him-conquer him with what scathe you may: you need not think to keep out of the way of him.


But look here at Carpaccio, even in my copy.


So that if you get once the right clue to any group of them, it will grasp the simplest, yet reach to the highest truths.


Every plant in the grass is set formally, grows perfectly, and may be realized completely.


The other is a mythological subject of deeper meaning, the death of Procris.


In both these high mythical subjects the surrounding nature, though suffering, is still dignified and beautiful.


It has no beauty whatsoever, no specialty of picturesqueness; and all its lines are cramped and poor.


Also, a popular contrivance whereby love making may be suspended but not stopped during the picnic season.


The beggar's plea, the politician's sceptre and the drummer's ablest assistant.


Once held by Hobson and Dewey, now carried by Mother Eddy and Brother Dowie.


In Germany, they generally "Hock the Kaiser."


Also, a draft on futurity, sometimes honored, but generally extended.


This I took for a sign that he had himself something to produce and that we should only have to wait.


We waited in fact till two nights later; but that same evening, before we scattered, he brought out what was in his mind.


"I quite agree-in regard to Griffin's ghost, or whatever it was-that its appearing first to the little boy, at so tender an age, adds a particular touch.


But it's not the first occurrence of its charming kind that I know to have involved a child.


If the child gives the effect another turn of the screw, what do you say to TWO children-?"


"We say, of course," somebody exclaimed, "that they give two turns!


I can see Douglas there before the fire, to which he had got up to present his back, looking down at his interlocutor with his hands in his pockets.


He seemed to say it was not so simple as that; to be really at a loss how to qualify it.


He passed his hand over his eyes, made a little wincing grimace.


"Oh, how delicious!" cried one of the women.


He took no notice of her; he looked at me, but as if, instead of me, he saw what he spoke of.


"For general uncanny ugliness and horror and pain."


"Well then," I said, "just sit right down and begin."


He turned round to the fire, gave a kick to a log, watched it an instant.


I shall have to send to town." There was a unanimous groan at this, and much reproach; after which, in his preoccupied way, he explained.


It's in a locked drawer-it has not been out for years.


He had broken a thickness of ice, the formation of many a winter; had had his reasons for a long silence.


I adjured him to write by the first post and to agree with us for an early hearing; then I asked him if the experience in question had been his own.


I took that HERE"--he tapped his heart. "I've never lost it."


But if he put the inference by without a smile it was also without irritation.


It was long ago, and this episode was long before.


Oh yes; don't grin: I liked her extremely and am glad to this day to think she liked me, too.


"You'll easily judge," he repeated: "YOU will."


Yes, she was in love. That is, she had been.


"You'll receive the packet Thursday morning?" I inquired.


mrs Griffin, however, expressed the need for a little more light.


"The story WON'T tell," said Douglas; "not in any literal, vulgar way."


"Won't YOU tell, Douglas?" somebody else inquired.


From our end of the great brown hall we heard his step on the stair; whereupon mrs Griffin spoke.


"Well, if I don't know who she was in love with, I know who HE was."


"She was ten years older," said her husband.


"The outbreak," I returned, "will make a tremendous occasion of Thursday night;" and everyone so agreed with me that, in the light of it, we lost all attention for everything else.


Then he became as communicative as we could desire and indeed gave us his best reason for being so.


But that only made his little final auditory more compact and select, kept it, round the hearth, subject to a common thrill.


The first of these touches conveyed that the written statement took up the tale at a point after it had, in a manner, begun.


One could easily fix his type; it never, happily, dies out.


He was handsome and bold and pleasant, offhand and gay and kind.


These children were, by the strangest of chances for a man in his position-a lone man without the right sort of experience or a grain of patience-very heavily on his hands.


The awkward thing was that they had practically no other relations and that his own affairs took up all his time.


Or, if not, thou strange and elfish child, whence didst thou come?"


Instead of shoes, the old man wore boots with turnover tops and his blue coat had wide cuffs of gold braid.


Ojo was hungry, though; so he divided the piece of bread upon the table and ate his half for breakfast, washing it down with fresh, cool water from the brook.


For a long time he had wished to explore the beautiful Land of Oz in which they lived.


At the foot of the mountain that separated the Country of the Munchkins from the Country of the Gillikins, the path divided.


One way led to the left and the other to the right-straight up the mountain.


Then they started on again and two hours later came in sight of the house of dr Pipt.


"Ah," said Ojo; "you must be Dame Margolotte, the good wife of dr Pipt."


"And you must be Ojo the Unlucky," she added.


"I never knew I was called the Unlucky," said Ojo, soberly; "but it is really a good name for me."


"I do not know how, but you must keep the matter in mind and perhaps the chance will come to you," she replied.


There was a savory stew, smoking hot, a dish of blue peas, a bowl of sweet milk of a delicate blue tint and a blue pudding with blue plums in it.


"Do you wish to see dr Pipt on business or for pleasure?"


"We are traveling," replied Ojo, "and we stopped at your house just to rest and refresh ourselves.


The Magician is very busy, as I said, but if you will promise not to disturb him you may come into his workshop and watch him prepare a wonderful charm."


"Perhaps the Powder of Life couldn't either," said Ojo.


"A Glass Cat!" exclaimed Ojo, astonished.


"What did old Mombi the Witch do with the Powder of Life your husband gave her?" asked the boy.


"She brought Jack Pumpkinhead to life, for one thing," was the reply. "I suppose you've heard of Jack Pumpkinhead.


"The more one knows, the luckier he is, for knowledge is the greatest gift in life."


"But tell me, please, what you intend to do with this new lot of the Powder of Life, which dr Pipt is making.


"I want it to bring my Patchwork Girl to life."


What is that?" Ojo asked, for this seemed even more strange and unusual than a Glass Cat.


"I think I must show you my Patchwork Girl," said Margolotte, laughing at the boy's astonishment, "for she is rather difficult to explain.


"Is blue the only respectable color, then?" inquired Ojo.


But in other parts of Oz the people favor different colors.


I will show you what a good job I did," and she went to a tall cupboard and threw open the doors.


The Patchwork Girl was taller than he, when she stood upright, and her body was plump and rounded because it had been so neatly stuffed with cotton.


All the fingers and thumbs of the girl's hands had been carefully formed and stuffed and stitched at the edges, with gold plates at the ends to serve as finger nails.


"She will have to work, when she comes to life," said Margolotte.


The head of the Patchwork Girl was the most curious part of her.


If I get tired looking at her patched face I can whitewash it."


"No; I am sure I am right about that," returned the woman.


"He means," explained Ojo, "that unless your servant has good brains she won't know how to obey you properly, nor do the things you ask her to do."


I want her to know just enough, but not too much."


When the mixture was complete there was scarcely a handful, all told.


No one saw him do this, for all were looking at the Powder of Life; but soon the woman remembered what she had been doing, and came back to the cupboard.


"This powder must not be used before to morrow morning; but I think it is now cool enough to be bottled."


Very carefully he placed the Powder of Life in the gold bottle and then locked it up in a drawer of his cabinet.


"I know; but that renders your uncle a most agreeable companion and gossip," declared dr Pipt.


"Most people talk too much, so it is a relief to find one who talks too little."


"Don't you find it very annoying to be so crooked?" he asked.


"No; I am quite proud of my person," was the reply.


"I am not allowed to perform magic, except for my own amusement," he told his visitors, as he lighted a pipe with a crooked stem and began to smoke.


"Magic must be a very interesting study," said Ojo.


"What does the Liquid of Petrifaction do?" inquired the boy.


But just then there came a scratching at the back door and a shrill voice cried:


"Yes; that's proper cat talk," declared the woman, and opened the door.


"If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death." --Merry Wives of Windsor.


The dews were suffered to exhale, and the sun had dispersed the mists, and was shedding a strong and clear light in the forest, when the travelers resumed their journey.


After proceeding a few miles, the progress of Hawkeye, who led the advance, became more deliberate and watchful.


During one of these conferences Heyward observed that Uncas stood a patient and silent, though, as he imagined, an interested listener.


At last the scout spoke in English, and at once explained the embarrassment of their situation.


Human natur' is weak, and it is possible we may not have taken the proper scent."


The young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued silent.


Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak.


The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.


"'tis the trail!" exclaimed the scout, advancing to the spot; "the lad is quick of sight and keen of wit for his years."


"See!" said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him, "the dark hair has gone toward the forest."


But while the earth was trodden, and the footsteps of both men and beasts were so plainly visible around the place, the trail appeared to have suddenly ended.


It was easy to follow the tracks of the Narragansetts, but they seemed only to have wandered without guides, or any other object than the pursuit of food.


No, no; I have heard that the French Indians had come into these hills to hunt the moose, and we are getting within scent of their camp. Why should they not?


It is true that the horses are here, but the Hurons are gone; let us, then, hunt for the path by which they parted."


Hawkeye and the Mohicans now applied themselves to their task in good earnest.


A circle of a few hundred feet in circumference was drawn, and each of the party took a segment for his portion.


The impressions of footsteps were numerous, but they all appeared like those of men who had wandered about the spot, without any design to quit it.


"Such cunning is not without its deviltry," exclaimed Hawkeye, when he met the disappointed looks of his assistants.


Run back, Uncas, and bring me the size of the singer's foot.


You will find a beautiful print of it just opposite yon rock, agin the hillside."


The whole party now proceeded, following the course of the rill, keeping anxious eyes on the regular impressions.


The water soon flowed into its bed again, but watching the ground on either side, the foresters pursued their way content with knowing that the trail lay beneath.


Pursuing the direction given by this discovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, as fresh and obvious as it had been before they reached the spring.


"Softly, softly, we know our path; but it is good to examine the formation of things.


This is my schooling, major; and if one neglects the book, there is little chance of learning from the open land of Providence.


Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet.


Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me take the length of this foot.


By the Lord, it is no longer than a child's and yet the maidens are tall and comely.


That Providence is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow."


"Of that there is little cause of fear," returned the scout, slowly shaking his head; "this is a firm and straight, though a light step, and not over long.


See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and there the dark hair has made a little jump, from root to root.


No, no; my knowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting, hereaway.


He soon stopped again, and waited for the whole party to come up.


If anything should happen, the call will be three croaks of a crow.


I saw one of the birds fanning himself in the air, just beyond the dead oak-another sign that we are approaching an encampment."


An instant of calm observation served to assure Duncan that he was undiscovered.


Altogether, the appearance of the individual was forlorn and miserable.


"You see we have reached their settlement or encampment," whispered the young man; "and here is one of the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements."


Hawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view.


Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.


The scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement.


Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive.


Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which his dress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intended captive.


Having reached within a few yards of the latter, he arose to his feet, silently and slowly.


Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savage stretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the movements about the gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity.


In the meantime, the uplifted hand of Hawkeye was above him.


"How now, friend! have you a mind to teach the beavers to sing?"


But it was not the policy of Hawkeye to affect the least concealment.


But the bear, instead of obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:


The scout, who had left David at the door, to ascertain they were not observed, thought it prudent to preserve his disguise until assured of their privacy.


"Cut his bands," said Hawkeye to David, who just then approached them.


So, Uncas, you had better take the lead, while I will put on the skin again, and trust to cunning for want of speed."


But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth commonly loves life.


So choose for yourself-to make a rush or tarry here."


Hold your head down, and draw in your legs; their formation might tell the truth too early.


The little knot of Indians drew back in a body, and suffered, as they thought, the conjurer and his inspired assistant to proceed.


"Hold!" said the scout, grasping his friend by the shoulder, "let them yell again!


mr Soames was a tall, spare man, of a nervous and excitable temperament.


"I trust, mr Holmes, that you can spare me a few hours of your valuable time.


My friend's temper had not improved since he had been deprived of the congenial surroundings of Baker Street.


Without his scrapbooks, his chemicals, and his homely untidiness, he was an uncomfortable man.


He shrugged his shoulders in ungracious acquiescence, while our visitor in hurried words and with much excitable gesticulation poured forth his story.


"I must explain to you, mr Holmes, that to morrow is the first day of the examination for the Fortescue Scholarship.


"To day, about three o'clock, the proofs of this paper arrived from the printers.


The exercise consists of half a chapter of Thucydides.


I had to read it over carefully, as the text must be absolutely correct.


I had, however, promised to take tea in a friend's rooms, so I left the proof upon my desk.


As I approached my outer door, I was amazed to see a key in it.


For an instant I imagined that I had left my own there, but on feeling in my pocket I found that it was all right.


I found that the key was indeed his, that he had entered my room to know if I wanted tea, and that he had very carelessly left the key in the door when he came out.


"The moment I looked at my table, I was aware that someone had rummaged among my papers.


"The first page on the floor, the second in the window, the third where you left it," said he.


"For an instant I imagined that Bannister had taken the unpardonable liberty of examining my papers.


He denied it, however, with the utmost earnestness, and I am convinced that he was speaking the truth.


The alternative was that someone passing had observed the key in the door, had known that I was out, and had entered to look at the papers.


A large sum of money is at stake, for the scholarship is a very valuable one, and an unscrupulous man might very well run a risk in order to gain an advantage over his fellows.


I gave him a little brandy and left him collapsed in a chair, while I made a most careful examination of the room.


I soon saw that the intruder had left other traces of his presence besides the rumpled papers.


On the table in the window were several shreds from a pencil which had been sharpened.


Evidently the rascal had copied the paper in a great hurry, had broken his pencil, and had been compelled to put a fresh point to it."


"Excellent!" said Holmes, who was recovering his good humour as his attention became more engrossed by the case.


I have a new writing table with a fine surface of red leather.


I am prepared to swear, and so is Bannister, that it was smooth and unstained.


Now I found a clean cut in it about three inches long-not a mere scratch, but a positive cut.


Not only this, but on the table I found a small ball of black dough or clay, with specks of something which looks like sawdust in it.


I am convinced that these marks were left by the man who rifled the papers.


There were no footmarks and no other evidence as to his identity.


I was at my wit's end, when suddenly the happy thought occurred to me that you were in the town, and I came straight round to put the matter into your hands.


Above all things, I desire to settle the matter quietly and discreetly."


"The case is not entirely devoid of interest.


"Then it amounts to this, mr Soames: that, unless the Indian student recognized the roll as being proofs, the man who tampered with them came upon them accidentally without knowing that they were there."


A Gothic arched door led to a worn stone staircase.


Then he approached it, and, standing on tiptoe with his neck craned, he looked into the room.


There is no opening except the one pane," said our learned guide.


"Well, if there is nothing to be learned here, we had best go inside."


The lecturer unlocked the outer door and ushered us into his room.


We stood at the entrance while Holmes made an examination of the carpet.


Your servant seems to have quite recovered. You left him in a chair, you say.


The man entered and took the papers, sheet by sheet, from the central table.


He carried them over to the window table, because from there he could see if you came across the courtyard, and so could effect an escape."


"As a matter of fact, he could not," said Soames, "for I entered by the side door."


He was in the midst of that when your return caused him to make a very hurried retreat-VERY hurried, since he had not time to replace the papers which would tell you that he had been there.


"Well, he wrote so furiously that he broke his pencil, and had, as you observe, to sharpen it again.


You are aware that Johann Faber is the most common maker's name.


Is it not clear that there is just as much of the pencil left as usually follows the Johann?" He held the small table sideways to the electric light.


"I was hoping that if the paper on which he wrote was thin, some trace of it might come through upon this polished surface.


As a matter of fact, the drawn curtain disclosed nothing but three or four suits of clothes hanging from a line of pegs.


It was a small pyramid of black, putty like stuff, exactly like the one upon the table of the study.


Holmes held it out on his open palm in the glare of the electric light.


What could he do? He caught up everything which would betray him, and he rushed into your bedroom to conceal himself."


"Good gracious, mr Holmes, do you mean to tell me that, all the time I was talking to Bannister in this room, we had the man prisoner if we had only known it?"


"Lattice paned, lead framework, three separate windows, one swinging on hinge, and large enough to admit a man."


And it looks out on an angle of the courtyard so as to be partly invisible.


The man might have effected his entrance there, left traces as he passed through the bedroom, and finally, finding the door open, have escaped that way."


"One hardly likes to throw suspicion where there are no proofs."


"I will tell you, then, in a few words the character of the three men who inhabit these rooms.


The lower of the three is Gilchrist, a fine scholar and athlete, plays in the Rugby team and the cricket team for the college, and got his Blue for the hurdles and the long jump.


His father was the notorious Sir Jabez Gilchrist, who ruined himself on the turf.


My scholar has been left very poor, but he is hard-working and industrious.


He is a quiet, inscrutable fellow; as most of those Indians are.


He is well up in his work, though his Greek is his weak subject.


He is a brilliant fellow when he chooses to work-one of the brightest intellects of the university; but he is wayward, dissipated, and unprincipled.


He was nearly expelled over a card scandal in his first year.


He has been idling all this term, and he must look forward with dread to the examination."


His plump face was twitching with his nervousness, and his fingers could not keep still.


"We are investigating this unhappy business, Bannister," said his master.


"I understand," said Holmes, "that you left your key in the door?"


"When I saw that he was absent, I withdrew at once."


I thought I would come back for the key. Then I forgot."


"When mr Soames returned and called for you, you were very much disturbed?"


"I don't know, sir, it didn't matter to me where I sat"


Now, mr Soames, we will take a walk in the quadrangle, if you please."


It was the Indian, whose dark silhouette appeared suddenly upon his blind.


"No names, please!" said Holmes, as we knocked at Gilchrist's door.


A tall, flaxen haired, slim young fellow opened it, and made us welcome when he understood our errand.


There were some really curious pieces of mediaeval domestic architecture within.


I could not see that in either case Holmes had come upon the clue for which he was searching.


The outer door would not open to our knock, and nothing more substantial than a torrent of bad language came from behind it.


"Good gracious, mr Holmes, you are surely not going to leave me in this abrupt fashion! You don't seem to realize the position.


I cannot allow the examination to be held if one of the papers has been tampered with.


I shall drop round early to morrow morning and chat the matter over.


It is possible that I may be in a position then to indicate some course of action.


I will take the black clay with me, also the pencil cuttings.


When we were out in the darkness of the quadrangle, we again looked up at the windows.


Why should a perfectly honest man-Well, well, here's a large stationer's.


There were only four stationers of any consequences in the town, and at each Holmes produced his pencil chips, and bid high for a duplicate.


All were agreed that one could be ordered, but that it was not a usual size of pencil and that it was seldom kept in stock.


My friend did not appear to be depressed by his failure, but shrugged his shoulders in half humorous resignation.


This, the best and only final clue, has run to nothing.


But, indeed, I have little doubt that we can build up a sufficient case without it.


Holmes made no further allusion to the matter that day, though he sat lost in thought for a long time after our belated dinner.


It is not for nothing that I have turned myself out of bed at the untimely hour of six.


On the palm were three little pyramids of black, doughy clay.


The unfortunate tutor was certainly in a state of pitiable agitation when we found him in his chambers.


If this matter is not to become public, we must give ourselves certain powers and resolve ourselves into a small private court martial.


Bannister entered, and shrank back in evident surprise and fear at our judicial appearance.


"Now, Bannister, will you please tell us the truth about yesterday's incident?"


"Well, then, I must make some suggestions to you.


Up to now you may have spoken the truth, but now I know that you have lied."


An instant later the tutor returned, bringing with him the student.


He was a fine figure of a man, tall, lithe, and agile, with a springy step and a pleasant, open face.


His troubled blue eyes glanced at each of us, and finally rested with an expression of blank dismay upon Bannister in the farther corner.


"Now, mr Gilchrist, we are all quite alone here, and no one need ever know one word of what passes between us.


The unfortunate young man staggered back, and cast a look full of horror and reproach at Bannister.


"No, no, mr Gilchrist, sir, I never said a word-never one word!" cried the servant.


For a moment Gilchrist, with upraised hand, tried to control his writhing features.


The next he had thrown himself on his knees beside the table, and burying his face in his hands, he had burst into a storm of passionate sobbing.


"Come, come," said Holmes, kindly, "it is human to err, and at least no one can accuse you of being a callous criminal.


Perhaps it would be easier for you if I were to tell mr Soames what occurred, and you can check me where I am wrong.


"From the moment, mr Soames, that you said to me that no one, not even Bannister, could have told that the papers were in your room, the case began to take a definite shape in my mind.


If the proofs were in a roll, he could not possibly know what they were.


On the other hand, it seemed an unthinkable coincidence that a man should dare to enter the room, and that by chance on that very day the papers were on the table.


I was measuring how tall a man would need to be in order to see, as he passed, what papers were on the central table.


I am six feet high, and I could do it with an effort. No one less than that would have a chance.


"I entered, and I took you into my confidence as to the suggestions of the side table.


Of the centre table I could make nothing, until in your description of Gilchrist you mentioned that he was a long distance jumper.


As he passed your window he saw, by means of his great height, these proofs upon your table, and conjectured what they were.


No harm would have been done had it not been that, as he passed your door, he perceived the key which had been left by the carelessness of your servant.


It was not a dangerous exploit for he could always pretend that he had simply looked in to ask a question.


"He put his gloves on the chair, and he took the proofs, sheet by sheet, to copy them.


He thought the tutor must return by the main gate and that he would see him.


You observe that the scratch on that table is slight at one side, but deepens in the direction of the bedroom door.


"Good heavens! have you nothing to add?" cried Soames.


"Yes, sir, I have, but the shock of this disgraceful exposure has bewildered me.


You will see that I have said, 'I have determined not to go in for the examination.


Well, sir, when I came into this room yesterday, when the alarm was given, the very first thing I saw was mr Gilchrist's tan gloves a lying in that chair.


I flopped down into that chair, and nothing would budge me until mr Soames he went for you.


"No, indeed," said Holmes, heartily, springing to his feet.


As to you, sir, I trust that a bright future awaits you in Rhodesia.


Miss Mary Taylor did not take a college course for the purpose of teaching Negroes.


Not that she objected to Negroes as human beings-quite the contrary.


She had pictured herself earning this by teaching one or two of her "specialties" in some private school near New York or Boston, or even in a Western college.


The South she had not thought of seriously; and yet, knowing of its delightful hospitality and mild climate, she was not averse to Charleston or New Orleans.


"But, john, there's no society-just elementary work-"


"You ought to know, john, if I teach Negroes I'll scarcely see much of people in my own class."


And so, howsoever reluctantly, she had gone.


"What's the mere color of a human soul's skin," she had cried to a Wellesley audience and the audience had applauded with enthusiasm.


She groped for new ways to teach colored brains and marshal colored thoughts and the result was puzzling both to teacher and student.


Miss Smith represented the older New England of her parents-honest, inscrutable, determined, with a conscience which she worshipped, and utterly unselfish.


She appealed to Miss Taylor's ruddier and daintier vision but dimly and distantly as some memory of the past.


The other teachers were indistinct personalities, always very busy and very tired, and talking "school room" with their meals.


Miss Taylor was soon starving for human companionship, for the lighter touches of life and some of its warmth and laughter.


She wanted a glance of the new books and periodicals and talk of great philanthropies and reforms.


So for the hundredth time she was thinking today, as she walked alone up the lane back of the barn, and then slowly down through the bottoms.


"Cotton is a wonderful thing, is it not, boys?" she said rather primly. The boys touched their hats and murmured something indistinctly.


Miss Taylor did not know much about cotton, but at least one more remark seemed called for.


"What is planted over there?" she asked, although she really didn't care.


And Bles-was Miss Taylor deceived?--or was he chuckling?


She reddened, drew herself up, and then, dropping her primness, rippled with laughter.


The word was often on Miss Taylor's lips, and she recognized it.


"Of course, it isn't-I don't know anything about farming.


But it's prettiest when the bolls come and swell and burst, and the cotton covers the field like foam, all misty-"


The poetry of the thing began to sing within her, awakening her unpoetic imagination, and she murmured:


"The Golden Fleece-it's the Silver Fleece!"


"No, ma'am," he said eagerly; then glancing up toward the Cresswell fields, he saw two white men watching them.


She began to realize that in this pleasant little chat the fact of the boy's color had quite escaped her; and what especially puzzled her was that this had not happened before.


She started thinking of cotton-but at once she pulled herself back to the other aspect.


Always before she had been veiled from these folk: who had put the veil there?


At last the Cotton Combine was to all appearances an assured fact and he was slated for the Senate.


Did his aristocratic air prevent his succumbing to the lure of millions and promising the influence of his father and the whole Farmer's League to the new project?


She was not herself a notably intelligent woman; she greatly admired intelligence or whatever looked to her like intelligence in others.


mrs Grey's chef was high priced and efficient, and her butler was the envy of many; consequently, she knew the dinner would be good.


To her intense satisfaction, it was far more than this.


"Why, I thought," said mrs Grey, "that you Southerners rather disapproved-or at least-"


"Really, now, you do not mean to say that there is a danger of-of amalgamation, do you?" he sang.


"I believe in the training of people to their highest capacity." The Englishman here heartily seconded him.


"But," Cresswell added significantly, "capacity differs enormously between races."


Then Mary Taylor, whose conscience was uncomfortable, said:


"But, mr Cresswell, you surely believe in schools like Miss Smith's?"


mrs Grey was gratified and murmured something of Miss Smith's "sacrifice."


"Positively heroic," added Cresswell, avoiding his sister's eyes.


"What did you disagree about?" she asked bluntly.


"But you mean to say you can't even advise her?"


mrs Grey wanted to hear the incident, but the young man was politely reluctant.


"Fortunately," said mr Vanderpool, "Northerners and Southerners are arriving at a better mutual understanding on most of these matters."


mrs Grey looked shocked and mrs Vanderpool smiled.


Very soon after dinner Charles Smith excused himself.


To her all things meant something-nothing was aimless, nothing merely happened.


Bles rushed to the edge of the swamp and stood there irresolute.


Perhaps-if the water had but drained from the cotton!--it was so strong and tall! But, p shaw!


Perhaps she, too, might be there, waiting, weeping.


The rain drops were still dripping and gleaming from the trees, flashing back the heavy yellow sunlight.


He splashed and stamped along, farther and farther onward until he neared the rampart of the clearing, and put foot upon the tree bridge.


A great sheet of dazzling sunlight swept the place, and beneath lay a mighty mass of olive green, thick, tall, wet, and willowy.


The swamp, the eternal swamp, had been drained in its deepest fastness; but, how?--how?


What a field of cotton! what a marvellous field!


He skirted the island slowly, stopping near Zora's oak.


"Miss Smith-!" he gasped, and then-darkness.


The cotton crop was short and poor because of the great rain; but the sun had saved the best, and the price had soared.


So the world was happy, and the face of the black belt green and luxuriant with thickening flecks of the coming foam of the cotton.


Up in the sick room Zora lay on the little white bed.


The Sun, the Swamp? Then finding all well, she closed her eyes and slept.


After some days they let her sit by the window, and she saw Bles pass, but drew back timidly when he looked; and he saw only the flutter of her gown, and waved.


The dark mystery of the Swamp swept over her; the place was hers.


A great white foam was spread upon its brown and green; the whole field was waving and shivering in the sunlight.


He heard that she was down stairs and ran to meet her with beating heart.


Yet it was far, and he feared, and ran with startled eyes.


She stood on the island, ethereal, splendid, like some tall, dark, and gorgeous flower of the storied East.


He came down to her slowly, with fixed, hungry eyes, threading his way amid the Fleece.


The Paris plant, like that at the Crystal Palace, was a temporary exhibit.


It went into service august fifteenth eighteen eighty two, about three weeks before the Pearl Street station.


It consisted of one small dynamo of a capacity of two hundred and eighty lights of ten c.p. each, and was housed in an unpretentious wooden shed.


Edison was from the first deeply impressed with the possibilities of water power, and, as this incident shows, was prompt to seize such a very early opportunity.


Why, if we erect a station at the falls, it is a great economy to get it up to the city.


Everything he has done has been aimed at the conservation of energy, the contraction of space, the intensification of culture.


Burbank and his tribe represent in the vegetable world, Edison in the mechanical.


For some years it was not found feasible to operate motors on alternating current circuits, and that reason was often urged against it seriously.


Every department of mechanics was stimulated and benefited to an extraordinary degree.


He did not want his customers to count the heart beats of the engine in the flicker of the lamp.


"Our first engine compelled the inventing and making of a suitable engine indicator to indicate it-the Tabor.


He obtained the desired speed and load with a friction brake; also regulator of speed; but waited for an indicator to verify it.


I took it up, and it had solved the engine oiling problem-and my walk to Lawrence like a tramp actor's was off!


The eccentric strap had a round glass oil cup with a brass base that screwed into the strap.


I requested him to make a sheet brass oil cup and solder it to the base I had.


I then had a standard made to hold another oil cup, so as to see and regulate the drop feed.


The electrical work had to be done in forty eight hours!


Having travelled around the world, I had cultivated an indifference to any special difficulties of that kind.


mr Andrews and I worked in collaboration until the night of the third.


I said we were sent over to get going, and insisted on starting up on the night of the third.


We had an Armington and Sims engine with sight feed oiler.


I had never seen one, and did not know how it worked, with the result that we soon burned up the babbitt metal in the bearings and spent a good part of the night getting them in order.


They found an engine somewhat loose in the bearings, and there followed remarks which would not look well in print.


Andrews skipped from under; he obeyed orders; I did not.


But the plant ran, and it was the first three wire station in this country."


At this time and long after, all arc lighting was done on a "flat rate" basis.


Edison held that the electricity sold must be measured just like gas or water, and he proceeded to develop a meter.


Hence the Edison electrolytic meter is no longer used, despite its excellent qualities.


There was an average cost per lamp for meter operation of twenty two cents a year, and each meter took care of an average of seventeen lamps.


The meter continued in general service during eighteen ninety nine, and probably up to the close of the century.


He weighed and reweighed the meter plates, and pursued every line of investigation imaginable, but all in vain.


He felt he was up against it, and that perhaps another kind of a job would suit him better.


Once again he went to the customer's meter to look around, when a small piece of thick wire on the floor caught his eye. The problem was solved.


We put many customers on, but did not make out many bills.


To prevent these electrolytes from freezing we had in each meter a strip of metal.


When it got very cold the metal would contract and close a circuit, and throw a lamp into circuit inside the meter.


The heat from this lamp would prevent the liquid from freezing, so that the meter could go on doing its duty.


The first cold day after starting the station, people began to come in from their offices, especially down in Front Street and Water Street, saying the meter was on fire.


"After the station had been running several months and was technically a success, we began to look after the financial part.


We started to collect some bills; but we found that our books were kept badly, and that the person in charge, who was no business man, had neglected that part of it.


I knew Chinnock to be square and of good business ability, and induced him to leave his job.


They said they 'were sorry'--that is, 'Wall Street sorry'--and refused to pay it.


We had an index like a steam gauge, called an ampere meter, to indicate the amount of current going out.


A sudden black cloud came up, and I telephoned to Chinnock and asked him about the load.


I telephoned again, and felt something would happen, but fortunately it did not.


The investors in the enterprise were ready and anxious to meet the extra cost of putting the wires underground.


Soon after the station went into operation this ingenious plan was changed, and the third dynamo was replaced by two others.


One evening there came a sudden flash of fire and a spluttering, sizzling noise.


mr Sprague realized the trouble, quickly threw off the current and stopped the engine.


We then went to the dynamo room, where I pointed out the machines converting the steam power into electricity, appearing later in the form of light in the lamps.


After that they were shown the meters by which the consumption of current was measured.


The ladies thanked me effusively and brought their visit to a close.


The Jury of Awards, in presenting four medals to the Edison company, took occasion to pay a high compliment to the efficiency of the system.


Thus the art was set going in the United States under many difficulties, but with every sign of coming triumph.


Reference has already been made to the work abroad in Paris and London.


The first permanent Edison station in Europe was that at Milan, Italy, for which the order was given as early as May, eighteen eighty two, by an enterprising syndicate.


We had no means of boring out the field magnets, and we cut grooves in them. I think the machine is still running (nineteen o seven).


With those eight dynamos we had four belts between each engine and the dynamo.


We had two wire underground feeders, sent without any plans or specifications for their installation.


We were using coal costing twelve dollars a ton, and were paid for our light in currency worth fifty cents on the dollar.


A model of this station is preserved in the Deutschen Museum at Munich.


The International Electrical Exposition at Paris was intended to place before the eyes of the civilized world the achievements of the century.


Among the exhibits of that Exposition was the Edison system of incandescent lighting.


Note has already been made of the first Edison plants afloat on the Jeannette and Columbia, and the first commercial plant in the New York lithographic establishment.


The first mill plant was placed in the woollen factory of james Harrison at Newburgh, New York, about september fifteenth eighteen eighty one.


The hotel is situated at an elevation of thirty five hundred feet above the sea, and was at that time forty miles from the railroad.


The machinery was taken up in pieces on the backs of mules from the foot of the mountain.


The boilers were fired by wood, as the economical transportation of coal was a physical impossibility.


For a six hour run of the plant one quarter of a cord of wood was required, at a cost of twenty five cents per cord.


At night, when no one knew it, the tears would come racing over the poor, forlorn little face, and would not be squeezed back.


It got to be noticed finally; and one and all redoubled their exertions to make everything twice as pleasant as ever!


The only place, except in front of the grand piano, where Polly approached a state of comparative happiness, was in the greenhouse.


"Then, dear," said mrs Whitney, "you must be kinder to her than ever; think what it would be for one of you to be away from home even among friends."


"I'd like it first rate to be away from Percy," said Van, reflectively; "I wouldn't come back in three, no, six weeks."


"My son," said his mamma, "just stop and think how badly you would feel, if you really couldn't see Percy."


"Well," said mrs Whitney, softly, "let's think what we can do for Polly; it makes me feel very badly to see her sad little face."


"I'm afraid those wouldn't quite answer the purpose," said his mamma, smiling-"especially the last; yet we must think of something."


But just here mr King thought it about time to take matters into his hands.


So, with a great many chucklings and shruggings when no one was by, he had departed after breakfast one day, simply saying he shouldn't be back to lunch.


Somehow, of all the days when the home feeling was the strongest, this day it seemed as if she could bear it no longer.


"I can't bear it!" and over went her head on the music rack.


"Where is she?" said a voice over in front of the piano, in the gathering dusk-unmistakably mr King's.


"She must be there now, somewhere," and then somebody laughed.


Polly sat up very straight, and whisked off the tears quickly.


"Here, Polly, hold your arms," he had only strength to gasp.


At this, the bundle opened suddenly, and-out popped Phronsie!


But Polly couldn't speak; and if Jasper hadn't caught her just in time, she would have tumbled over backward from the stool, Phronsie and all!


"Aren't you glad I've come, Polly?" asked Phronsie, with her little face close to Polly's own.


"Oh, Phronsie!" she cried, and strained her to her heart; while the boys crowded around, and plied her with sudden questions.


"Now you'll stay," cried Van; "say, Polly, won't you."


"Weren't you awfully surprised?" cried Percy; "say, Polly, awfully?"


"Is her name Phronsie," put in Dick, unwilling to be left out, and not thinking of anything else to ask.


"Boys," whispered their mother, warningly, "she can't answer you; just look at her face."


And to be sure, our Polly's face was a study to behold.


"Oh!" she cried, coming out of her rapture a little, and springing over to mr King with Phronsie still in her arms.


"Isn't he splendid!" cried Jasper in intense pride, swelling up.


But Polly's arms were around the old gentleman's neck, so she didn't hear.


"I know," gasped Polly, controlling her sobs; "I won't-only-I can't thank you!"


"Phronsie," said Jasper quickly, "what do you suppose Prince said the other day?"


"What?" asked Phronsie in intense interest slipping down out of Polly's arms, and crowding up close to Jasper's side.


"Oh ho, how funny!" laughed Van, while little Dick burst right out, "Japser!"


"Be still," said Jappy warningly, while Phronsie stood surveying them all with grave eyes.


"Yes, all alone by himself," asserted Jasper, vehemently, and winking furiously to the others to stop their laughing; "he did now, truly, Phronsie."


"So you must," cried Jasper, enchanted at his success in amusing; "and I'll go with you."


"Oh Phronsie!" cried Polly, turning around at the last words; "how could you!"


"Don't mind it, Polly," whispered Jasper; "twasn't her fault."


"Phronsie," said mrs Whitney, smilingly, stooping over the child, "would you like to see a little pussy I have for you?"


"Oh! let's go back!" was all they heard!


All Jasper's frantic efforts at comfort, utterly failed.


To think that Phronsie had left her for any one!--even good mr King!


"She's the cunningest little thing I ever saw," said mrs Whitney, enthusiastically, afterward, aside to mr King.


"I didn't have any fears, if I worked it rightly," said the old gentleman complacently.


"I wasn't coming without her, Marian, if it could possibly be managed.


"So you see, I was just in time; in the very nick of time, in fact!"


"So her mother was willing?" asked his daughter, curiously.


At last he came out of them, and wiped his face vigorously.


"So they have: so they have," assented mr King, and then the conversation dropped.


His wife now lies beside him, and the white shaft that marks their graves gleams across the wheat fields.


Could he rise from beneath it, he would not know the country under which he has been asleep.


The shaggy coat of the prairie, which they lifted to make him a bed, has vanished forever.


Telephone wires hum along the white roads, which always run at right angles.


The rich soil yields heavy harvests; the dry, bracing climate and the smoothness of the land make labor easy for men and beasts.


The wheat cutting sometimes goes on all night as well as all day, and in good seasons there are scarcely men and horses enough to do the harvesting.


The grain is so heavy that it bends toward the blade and cuts like velvet.


It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back.


Like the plains of Lombardy, it seems to rise a little to meet the sun


The air and the earth are curiously mated and intermingled, as if the one were the breath of the other.


He wore a flannel cap and duck trousers, and the sleeves of his white flannel shirt were rolled back to the elbow.


Unconscious respect, probably, for he seemed intent upon his own thoughts, and, like the Gladiator's, they were far away.


He was not thinking about the tired pioneers over whom his blade glittered.


The old wild country, the struggle in which his sister was destined to succeed while so many men broke their hearts and died, he can scarcely remember.


When he had been mowing the better part of an hour, he heard the rattle of a light cart on the road behind him.


Supposing that it was his sister coming back from one of her farms, he kept on with his work.


Her face, too, was rather like a poppy, round and brown, with rich color in her cheeks and lips, and her dancing yellow brown eyes bubbled with gayety.


The wind was flapping her big hat and teasing a curl of her chestnut colored hair.


I was going to give you a lift, if you were done." She gathered up her reins.


"Alexandra sent me to mow our lot, but I've done half a dozen others, you see.


Just wait till I finish off the Kourdnas'. By the way, they were Bohemians.


"Free thinkers," replied the young woman laconically.


"Lots of the Bohemian boys at the University are," said Emil, taking up his scythe again.


"We'd do it right over again, most of us," said the young woman hotly.


"Oh, there's no denying you're a spunky little bunch, you Czechs," he called back over his shoulder.


"Oh, you know Annie!" She looked at the young man's bare arms.


I get wet to my knees when I go down to pick cherries."


Oh, there's a good boy!" She turned her head to him with a quick, bright smile.


Indeed, he had looked away with the purpose of not seeing it.


"I've been up looking at Angelique's wedding clothes," Marie went on, "and I'm so excited I can hardly wait until Sunday.


All Angelique's folks are baking for it, and all Amedee's twenty cousins.


If once I get Frank to the supper, I'll see that I stay for the dance.


They think you're proud because you've been away to school or something."


They drove westward toward Norway Creek, and toward a big white house that stood on a hill, several miles across the fields.


There were so many sheds and outbuildings grouped about it that the place looked not unlike a tiny village.


A stranger, approaching it, could not help noticing the beauty and fruitfulness of the outlying fields.


There was something individual about the great farm, a most unusual trimness and care for detail.


On either side of the road, for a mile before you reached the foot of the hill, stood tall osage orange hedges, their glossy green marking off the yellow fields.


Any one thereabouts would have told you that this was one of the richest farms on the Divide, and that the farmer was a woman, Alexandra Bergson.


If you go up the hill and enter Alexandra's big house, you will find that it is curiously unfinished and uneven in comfort.


One room is papered, carpeted, over furnished; the next is almost bare.


There is even a white row of beehives in the orchard, under the walnut trees.


You feel that, properly, Alexandra's house is the big out of doors, and that it is in the soil that she expresses herself best.


On the evening of the day of Alexandra's call at the Shabatas', a heavy rain set in.


Frank sat up until a late hour reading the Sunday newspapers.


One of the Goulds was getting a divorce, and Frank took it as a personal affront.


Frank read English slowly, and the more he read about this divorce case, the angrier he grew.


He turned to his farm hand who was reading the other half of the paper.


Listen here what he do wit his money." And Frank began the catalogue of the young man's reputed extravagances.


She thought it hard that the Goulds, for whom she had nothing but good will, should make her so much trouble.


She hated to see the Sunday newspapers come into the house.


Frank and Lou Bergson had very similar ideas, and they were two of the political agitators of the county.


After he was gone, Marie went out to the back porch to begin her butter making. A brisk wind had come up and was driving puffy white clouds across the sky.


She ran into the house, put on a short skirt and a pair of her husband's boots, caught up a tin pail and started for the orchard.


Emil had already begun work and was mowing vigorously.


His yellow canvas leggings and khaki trousers were splashed to the knees.


I'm going to pick cherries. Isn't everything beautiful after the rain?


When I heard it raining in the night, I thought maybe you would come and do it for me to day.


"If I cut the grass, I will," Emil said teasingly.


It's exciting to see everything growing so fast,--and to get the grass cut!


Oh, I don't mean all of them, I mean that low place down by my tree, where there are so many.


South of the apricot trees, cornering on the wheatfield, was Frank's alfalfa, where myriads of white and yellow butterflies were always fluttering above the purple blossoms.


The old people in the mountains plant lindens to purify the forest, and to do away with the spells that come from the old trees they say have lasted from heathen times.


I'm a good Catholic, but I think I could get along with caring for trees, if I hadn't anything else."


"That's a poor saying," said Emil, stooping over to wipe his hands in the wet grass.


I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.


I feel as if this tree knows everything I ever think of when I sit here.


"Do you like mr Linstrum?" Marie asked suddenly.


"Oh, ever so much; only he seems kind of staid and school teachery. But, of course, he is older than Frank, even.


"Oh, Emil, you know what I mean!" Marie tossed her head impatiently. "Does she really care about him?


When she used to tell me about him, I always wondered whether she wasn't a little in love with him."


"Who, Alexandra?" Emil laughed and thrust his hands into his trousers pockets.


"Alexandra's never been in love, you crazy!" He laughed again.


"Oh, you don't know Alexandra as well as you think you do!


If you had any eyes, you would see that she is very fond of him.


I like to talk to Carl about New York and what a fellow can do there."


"Would you rather I went off in the sand hills and lived like Ivar?"


"I'm sure Alexandra hopes you will stay on here," she murmured.


"And there are so many, many things I can't do." Emil echoed her tone sarcastically.


I get tired of seeing men and horses going up and down, up and down."


Marie looked up at his defiant figure and her face clouded.


"I wish you weren't so restless, and didn't get so worked up over things," she said sadly.


"I can't play with you like a little boy any more," he said slowly.


You'll have to get some other little boy to play with." He stopped and took a deep breath.


It's then that I want to pull the corners of the Divide together.


If you WON'T understand, you know, I could make you!"


Marie clasped her hands and started up from her seat.


And, anyhow, there's nothing to understand!" She struck the ground with her little foot fiercely.


It will go away, and things will be just as they used to. I wish you were a Catholic.


I pray for you, but that's not the same as if you prayed yourself."


"I can't pray to have the things I want," he said slowly, "and I won't pray not to have them, not if I'm damned for it."


Emil gripped the hand holds of his scythe and began to mow.


Marie took up her cherries and went slowly toward the house, crying bitterly.


My head is still stupefied with the vivid reality of my dream.


My uncle has had no dreams, but he is out of temper.


He examines the horizon all round with his glass, and folds his arms with the air of an injured man.


"-You seem anxious, my uncle," I said, seeing him continually with his glass to his eye.


I am not complaining that the rate is slow, but that the sea is so wide."


I then remembered that the Professor, before starting, had estimated the length of this underground sea at thirty leagues.


"But," I remarked, "since we have followed the road that Saknussemm has shown us-"


"At any rate we cannot feel sorry to have come so far.


Therefore don't talk to me about views and prospects."


I take this as my answer, and I leave the Professor to bite his lips with impatience.


On awaking, my first thought was to observe the intensity of the light.


I was possessed with an apprehension lest the electric light should grow dim, or fail altogether.


The shadow of the raft was clearly outlined upon the surface of the waves.


It must be as wide as the Mediterranean or the Atlantic-and why not?


But when the pick was shipped again, Hans pointed out on its surface deep prints as if it had been violently compressed between two hard bodies.


"Teeth!" I cried, considering the iron bar with more attention.


Yes, indeed, those are the marks of teeth imprinted upon the metal! The jaws which they arm must be possessed of amazing strength.


I could not take my eyes off this indented iron bar.


They possessed a perfect organisation, gigantic proportions, prodigious strength.


I saw at the Hamburg museum the skeleton of one of these creatures thirty feet in length.


Yet the deep marks of conical teeth upon the iron pick are certainly those of the crocodile.


What a very bad notion that was of his, I thought to myself, to take soundings just here!


The raft was heaved up on a watery mountain and pitched down again, at a distance of twenty fathoms.


Hans pointed with his finger at a dark mass six hundred yards away, rising and falling alternately with heavy plunges.


"Yes," replied my uncle, "and there is a sea lizard of vast size."


We stood amazed, thunderstruck, at the presence of such a herd of marine monsters.


They were of supernatural dimensions; the smallest of them would have crunched our raft, crew and all, at one snap of its huge jaws.


The reptiles rose; they wheeled around our little raft with a rapidity greater than that of express trains.


But it now seems to me as if the other animals were taking part in the fray-the porpoise, the whale, the lizard, the tortoise.


"No: the first of those monsters has a porpoise's snout, a lizard's head, a crocodile's teeth; and hence our mistake.


Two monsters only were creating all this commotion; and before my eyes are two reptiles of the primitive world.


I can distinguish the eye of the ichthyosaurus glowing like a red hot coal, and as large as a man's head.


The plesiosaurus, a serpent with a cylindrical body and a short tail, has four flappers or paddles to act like oars.


Its body is entirely covered with a thick armour of scales, and its neck, as flexible as a swan's, rises thirty feet above the waves.


The two beasts are fast locked together; I cannot distinguish the one from the other.


The struggle continues with unabated ferocity.


The combatants alternately approach and recede from our raft.


Suddenly the ichthyosaurus and the plesiosaurus disappear below, leaving a whirlpool eddying in the water.


Several minutes pass by while the fight goes on under water.


All at once an enormous head is darted up, the head of the plesiosaurus.


The wind has risen, and has rapidly carried us away from Axel Island.


The atmosphere is charged with vapours, pervaded with the electricity generated by the evaporation of saline waters.


The clouds are sinking lower, and assume an olive hue.


I feel peculiar sensations, like many creatures on earth at the approach of violent atmospheric changes.


In the distance the clouds resemble great bales of cotton, piled up in picturesque disorder.


Such is their ponderous weight that they cannot rise from the horizon; but, obeying an impulse from higher currents, their dense consistency slowly yields.


It seems to me as if my companions, the moment they touched me, would receive a severe shock like that from an electric eel.


At ten in the morning the symptoms of storm become aggravated.


I am loth to believe these atmospheric menaces, and yet I cannot help muttering:


His temper is awful, to judge from the working of his features, as he sees this vast length of ocean unrolling before him to an indefinite extent.


"There's a heavy storm coming on," I cried, pointing towards the horizon.


The lately roaring winds are hushed into a dead calm; nature seems to breathe no more, and to be sinking into the stillness of death.


On the mast already I see the light play of a lambent st Elmo's fire; the outstretched sail catches not a breath of wind, and hangs like a sheet of lead.


The rudder stands motionless in a sluggish, waveless sea.


"No, no! Never!" shouted my impetuous uncle.


It rushes on from the farthest recesses of the vast cavern.


The darkness deepens; scarcely can I jot down a few hurried notes.


My uncle falls full length; I creep close to him.


He has laid a firm hold upon a rope, and appears to watch with grim satisfaction this awful display of elemental strife.


The sail stretches tight like a bubble ready to burst.


"The sail! the sail!" I cry, motioning to lower it.


The heaving waves resemble fiery volcanic hills, each belching forth its own interior flames, and every crest is plumed with dancing fire.


My eyes fail under the dazzling light, my ears are stunned with the incessant crash of thunder.


I must be bound to the mast, which bows like a reed before the mighty strength of the storm.


I have only been able to find a few which I seem to have jotted down almost unconsciously.


But their very brevity and their obscurity reveal the intensity of the excitement which dominated me, and describe the actual position even better than my memory could do.)


The lightning flashes with intense brilliancy, and never seems to cease for a moment.


Suppose that solid roof should crumble down upon our heads!


I refer to the thermometer; it indicates . . . (the figure is obliterated).


Is the atmospheric condition, having once reached this density, to become final?


But Hans is as usual. The raft bears on still to the south-east.


We have made two hundred leagues since we left Axel Island.


We are obliged to secure as fast as possible every article that belongs to our cargo.


Our mouths open, our lips move, but not a word can be heard.


We cannot even make ourselves heard by approaching our mouth close to the ear.


They seem to be 'We are lost'; but I am not sure.


At last I write down the words: "Let us lower the sail."


Scarcely has he lifted his head again before a ball of fire has bounded over the waves and lighted on board our raft.


We lay there, our blood running cold with unspeakable terror.


A suffocating smell of nitrogen fills the air, it enters the throat, it fills the lungs.


Alas! the fall upon our fated raft of this electric globe has magnetised every iron article on board.


Ah! what a flood of intense and dazzling light! the globe has burst, and we are deluged with tongues of fire!


I could just see my uncle at full length on the raft, and Hans still at his helm and spitting fire under the action of the electricity which has saturated him.


Yes, we are borne at incalculable speed.


We have been carried under England, under the channel, under France, perhaps under the whole of Europe.


Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.'


'You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, 'a great girl like you,' (she might well say this), 'to go on crying in this way!


And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night?


Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning?


I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.


I'll try if I know all the things I used to know.


Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is-oh dear!


No, I've made up my mind about it; if I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here!


It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say "Who am I then?


I am so VERY tired of being all alone here!'


As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while she was talking.


That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to day.'


The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings.


'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice.


'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it.


And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her.


'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail.


Our family always HATED cats: nasty, low, vulgar things!


A little bright eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair!


The consultation had the twofold merit of definiteness and brevity.


We want you to help us publish some leading work of Luther's for the general American market.


Let us begin with that: his Commentary on galatians..."


Luther's commentary fills seven hundred and thirty three octavo pages in the Weidman Edition of his works.


We were resolved not to present this entire mass of exegesis.


The Reformer had lectured on this Epistle of saint Paul's in fifteen nineteen and again in fifteen twenty three.


In his table talks the saying is recorded: "The Epistle to the galatians is my epistle.


The lectures which are preserved in the works herewith submitted to the American public were delivered in fifteen thirty one.


In other words, these three men took down the lectures which Luther addressed to his students in the course of galatians, and Roerer prepared the manuscript for the printer.


It presents like no other of Luther's writings the central thought of Christianity, the justification of the sinner for the sake of Christ's merits alone.


"The Lord who has given us power to teach and to hear, let Him also give us the power to serve and to do."


Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, Good will to men.


Paul, an apostle, (not of men, neither by man, but by Jesus Christ, and God the Father, who raised him from the dead).


As a result we have this paradoxical situation: The Gospel supplies the world with the salvation of Jesus Christ, peace of conscience, and every blessing.


They said to the galatians: "You have no right to think highly of Paul.


He has not seen Christ, nor has he had much contact with the other apostles. Indeed, he persecuted the Church of Christ for a long time."


"Do you suppose that God for the sake of a few Lutheran heretics would disown His entire Church?


Against these boasting, false apostles, Paul boldly defends his apostolic authority and ministry.


Humble man that he was, he will not now take a back seat.


He reminds them of the time when he opposed peter to his face and reproved the chief of the apostles.


Every minister should make much of his calling and impress upon others the fact that he has been delegated by God to preach the Gospel.


As the ambassador of a government is honored for his office and not for his private person, so the minister of Christ should exalt his office in order to gain authority among men.


Paul takes pride in his ministry, not to his own praise but to the praise of God.


Paul exalts his ministry out of the desire to make known the name, the grace, and the mercy of God.


Paul, an apostle, (not of men, etc)


Paul loses no time in defending himself against the charge that he had thrust himself into the ministry.


He says to the galatians: "My call may seem inferior to you.


My call is the highest possible, for it is by Jesus Christ, and God the Father."


If he says, "Thou shalt be damned," you tell him: "No, for I fly to Christ who gave Himself for my sins.


I am angry with you." But his purpose was to call them back to the Gospel.


Today the Anabaptists and others, finding it difficult to condemn us, accuse us Lutherans of timidity in professing the whole truth.


Socrates begins the Timaeus with a summary of the Republic.


Critias when he told this tale of the olden time, was ninety years old, I being not more than ten.


The occasion of the rehearsal was the day of the Apaturia called the Registration of Youth, at which our parents gave prizes for recitation.


'And what was the subject of the poem?' said the person who made the remark.


The subject was a very noble one; he described the most famous action in which the Athenian people were ever engaged.


For there occurs at long intervals a derangement of the heavenly bodies, and then the earth is destroyed by fire.


But in Egypt the traditions of our own and other lands are by us registered for ever in our temples.


The memory of them was lost, because there was no written voice among you.


Nine thousand years have elapsed since she founded yours, and eight thousand since she founded ours, as our annals record.


I will briefly describe them to you, and you shall read the account of them at your leisure in the sacred registers.


And there you dwelt as became the children of the gods, excelling all men in virtue, and many famous actions are recorded of you.


The most famous of them all was the overthrow of the island of Atlantis.


This mighty power was arrayed against Egypt and Hellas and all the countries bordering on the Mediterranean.


Then your city did bravely, and won renown over the whole earth.


'I see,' replied Socrates, 'that I shall be well entertained; and do you, Timaeus, offer up a prayer and begin.'


Is the world created or uncreated?--that is the first question.


SOCRATES: Excellent, Timaeus, I like your manner of approaching the subject-proceed.


Are there many worlds or one only?--that is the fourth question...One only.


Thus was time made in the image of the eternal nature; and it was created together with the heavens, in order that if they were dissolved, it might perish with them.


Thus far the universal animal was made in the divine image, but the other animals were not as yet included in him.


And God created them according to the patterns or species of them which existed in the divine original.


There are four of them: one of gods, another of birds, a third of fishes, and a fourth of animals.


Although they give no proof, we must believe them as is customary.


That which is bound may be dissolved, but only an evil being would dissolve that which is harmonious and happy.


And although you are not immortal you shall not die, for I will hold you together.


Hear me, then:--Three tribes of mortal beings have still to be created, but if created by me they would be like gods.


And when external impressions enter in, they are really conquered, though they seem to conquer.


This, however, is an after stage-at present, we are only concerned with the creation of the body and soul.


The two divine courses were encased by the gods in a sphere which is called the head, and is the god and lord of us.


They first contrived the eyes, into which they conveyed a light akin to the light of day, making it flow through the pupils.


But when the visual ray goes forth into the darkness, then unlike falls upon unlike-the eye no longer sees, and we go to sleep.


Of the second or concurrent causes of sight I have already spoken, and I will now speak of the higher purpose of God in giving us eyes.


God gave us the faculty of sight that we might behold the order of the heavens and create a corresponding order in our own erring minds.


The utility of consumption as an evidence of wealth is to be classed as a derivative growth.


It is an adaption to a new end, by a selective process, of a distinction previously existing and well established in men's habits of thought.


Such consumption as falls to the women is merely incidental to their work; it is a means to their continued labour, and not a consumption directed to their own comfort and fulness of life.


In the nature of things, luxuries and the comforts of life belong to the leisure class.


Under the tabu, certain victuals, and more particularly certain beverages, are strictly reserved for the use of the superior class.


If these articles of consumption are costly, they are felt to be noble and honorific.


Therefore the base classes, primarily the women, practice an enforced continence with respect to these stimulants, except in countries where they are obtainable at a very low cost.


Infirmities induced by over indulgence are among some peoples freely recognised as manly attributes.


It has even happened that the name for certain diseased conditions of the body arising from such an origin has passed into everyday speech as a synonym for "noble" or "gentle".


The same invidious distinction adds force to the current disapproval of any indulgence of this kind on the part of women, minors, and inferiors.


This invidious traditional distinction has not lost its force even among the more advanced peoples of today.


The consumption of luxuries, in the true sense, is a consumption directed to the comfort of the consumer himself, and is, therefore, a mark of the master.


Any such consumption by others can take place only on a basis of sufferance.


But that does not remain the sole purpose of their consumption.


The canon of reputability is at hand and seizes upon such innovations as are, according to its standard, fit to survive.


He is no longer simply the successful, aggressive male,--the man of strength, resource, and intrepidity.


Closely related to the requirement that the gentleman must consume freely and of the right kind of goods, there is the requirement that he must know how to consume them in a seemly manner.


Hence arise good manners in the way pointed out in an earlier chapter.


High bred manners and ways of living are items of conformity to the norm of conspicuous leisure and conspicuous consumption.


Conspicuous consumption of valuable goods is a means of reputability to the gentleman of leisure.


As wealth accumulates on his hands, his own unaided effort will not avail to sufficiently put his opulence in evidence by this method.


The aid of friends and competitors is therefore brought in by resorting to the giving of valuable presents and expensive feasts and entertainments.


Costly entertainments, such as the potlatch or the ball, are peculiarly adapted to serve this end.


The competitor with whom the entertainer wishes to institute a comparison is, by this method, made to serve as a means to the end.


This differentiation is furthered by the inheritance of wealth and the consequent inheritance of gentility.


So many of them, however, as make up the retainer and hangers on of the patron may be classed as vicarious consumer without qualification.


As regards feasts and largesses this is obvious enough, and the imputation of repute to the host or patron here takes place immediately, on the ground of common notoriety.


The wearing of uniforms or liveries implies a considerable degree of dependence, and may even be said to be a mark of servitude, real or ostensible.


The wearers of uniforms and liveries may be roughly divided into two classes the free and the servile, or the noble and the ignoble.


The services performed by them are likewise divisible into noble and ignoble.


But the general distinction is not on that account to be overlooked.


On the other hand, those employments which properly fall to the industrious class are ignoble; such as handicraft or other productive labor, menial services and the like.


The two offices last named suggest a principle of some general bearing.


Whenever, as in these cases, the menial service in question has to do directly with the primary leisure employments of fighting and hunting, it easily acquires a reflected honorific character.


Vicarious consumption by dependents bearing the insignia of their patron or master narrows down to a corps of liveried menials.


In a heightened degree, therefore, the livery comes to be a badge of servitude, or rather servility.


The livery becomes obnoxious to nearly all who are required to wear it.


We are yet so little removed from a state of effective slavery as still to be fully sensitive to the sting of any imputation of servility.


This antipathy asserts itself even in the case of the liveries or uniforms which some corporations prescribe as the distinctive dress of their employees.


With the disappearance of servitude, the number of vicarious consumers attached to any one gentleman tends, on the whole, to decrease.


In a general way, though not wholly nor consistently, these two groups coincide.


But as we descend the social scale, the point is presently reached where the duties of vicarious leisure and consumption devolve upon the wife alone.


It is a fact of common observance that in this lower middle class there is no pretense of leisure on the part of the head of the household.


Through force of circumstances it has fallen into disuse.


But the middle class wife still carries on the business of vicarious leisure, for the good name of the household and its master.


In descending the social scale in any modern industrial community, the primary fact the conspicuous leisure of the master of the household disappears at a relatively high point.


The leisure rendered by the wife in such cases is, of course, not a simple manifestation of idleness or indolence.


The effects are pleasing to us chiefly because we have been taught to find them pleasing.


It is rather that the leisure class scheme of life here comes to an expression at the second remove.


The leisure class stands at the head of the social structure in point of reputability; and its manner of life and its standards of worth therefore afford the norm of reputability for the community.


The observance of these standards, in some degree of approximation, becomes incumbent upon all classes lower in the scale.


Lower still, where any degree of leisure, even ostensible, has become impracticable for the wife, the conspicuous consumption of goods remains and is carried on by the wife and children.


No class of society, not even the most abjectly poor, forgoes all customary conspicuous consumption.


The last items of this category of consumption are not given up except under stress of the direst necessity.


Very much of squalor and discomfort will be endured before the last trinket or the last pretense of pecuniary decency is put away.


There is no class and no country that has yielded so abjectly before the pressure of physical want as to deny themselves all gratification of this higher or spiritual need.


Both are methods of demonstrating the possession of wealth, and the two are conventionally accepted as equivalents.


The choice between them is a question of advertising expediency simply, except so far as it may be affected by other standards of propriety, springing from a different source.


On grounds of expediency the preference may be given to the one or the other at different stages of the economic development.


The question is, which of the two methods will most effectively reach the persons whose convictions it is desired to affect.


Usage has answered this question in different ways under different circumstances.


Each will therefore serve about equally well during the earlier stages of social growth.


This is especially true during the later, peaceable economic stage.


The only practicable means of impressing one's pecuniary ability on these unsympathetic observers of one's everyday life is an unremitting demonstration of ability to pay.


It is evident, therefore, that the present trend of the development is in the direction of heightening the utility of conspicuous consumption as compared with leisure.


The result is that, in order to keep up a decent appearance, the former habitually live hand to mouth to a greater extent than the latter.


But the provocation to this line of evidence, as well as its transient effectiveness, is more decided in the city.


The requirement of conformity to this higher conventional standard becomes mandatory.


The standard of decency is higher, class for class, and this requirement of decent appearance must be lived up to on pain of losing caste.


Consumption becomes a larger element in the standard of living in the city than in the country.


Among the latter, everybody's affairs, especially everybody's pecuniary status, are known to everybody else.


The inertia due to the home feeling is consequently also slight.


At the same time the wages in the trade are high enough to make movement from place to place relatively easy.


The result is a great mobility of the labor employed in printing; perhaps greater than in any other equally well defined and considerable body of workmen.


The human proclivity to ostentation, reenforced by sentiments of good fellowship, leads them to spend freely in those directions which will best serve these needs.


Here as elsewhere prescription seizes upon the custom as soon as it gains a vogue, and incorporates it in the accredited standard of decency.


But the actual course of development has been somewhat different from this ideal scheme.


Other circumstances permitting, that instinct disposes men to look with favor upon productive efficiency and on whatever is of human use.


It disposes them to deprecate waste of substance or effort.


The instinct of workmanship is present in all men, and asserts itself even under very adverse circumstances.


So that however wasteful a given expenditure may be in reality, it must at least have some colorable excuse in the way of an ostensible purpose.


It is only less promptly and with less constraining force that it reaches such substantial violations of its requirements as are appreciated only upon reflection.


A reconciliation between the two conflicting requirements is effected by a resort to make believe.


In the narrower sphere of vicarious leisure a similar change has gone forward.


The salient features of this development of domestic service have already been indicated.


The use of the term "waste" is in one respect an unfortunate one.


If he chooses it, that disposes of the question of its relative utility to him, as compared with other forms of consumption that would not be deprecated on account of their wastefulness.


As seen from the point of view of the individual consumer, the question of wastefulness does not arise within the scope of economic theory proper.


The use of the word "waste" as a technical term, therefore, implies no deprecation of the motives or of the ends sought by the consumer under this canon of conspicuous waste.


This common sense implication is itself an outcropping of the instinct of workmanship.


In order to meet with unqualified approval, any economic fact must approve itself under the test of impersonal usefulness-usefulness as seen from the point of view of the generically human.


For this is the basis of award of the instinct of workmanship, and that instinct is the court of final appeal in any question of economic truth or adequacy.


It is a question as to the award rendered by a dispassionate common sense.


How long are we likely to be separated? Why are we to be denied each other's society?


You first pointed out to me that way in which I am so feebly endeavouring to travel, and now I cannot keep you by my side, I must proceed sorrowfully alone.


At first, I could not say 'Thy will be done!' I felt rebellious, but I knew it was wrong to feel so.


mr t himself had been much abroad, both on business and to see the great continental galleries of paintings.


He spoke French perfectly, I have been told, when need was; but delighted usually in talking the broadest Yorkshire.


Whoever, therefore, is ambitious of distinction in this way ought to be prepared for disappointment.


"But it is not with a view to distinction that you should cultivate this talent, if you consult your own happiness.


Literature cannot be the business of a woman's life, and it ought not to be.


I only exhort you so to think of it, and so to use it, as to render it conducive to your own permanent good.


I must suppress what I feel, or you will think me foolishly enthusiastic.


My father is a clergyman of limited, though competent income, and I am the eldest of his children.


He expended quite as much in my education as he could afford in justice to the rest.


In the evenings, I confess, I do think, but I never trouble any one else with my thoughts.


That letter is consecrated; no one shall ever see it, but papa and my brother and sisters.


"Keswick, march twenty second eighteen thirty seven.


Let me now request that, if you ever should come to these Lakes while I am living here, you will let me see you.


On august twenty seventh eighteen thirty seven, she writes:--


I am not good enough for you, and you must be kept from the contamination of too intimate society.


Papa says he highly approves of my friendship with you, and he wishes me to continue it through life."


He refused at first to listen to the careful advice; it was repugnant to his liberal nature.


But Miss Branwell persevered; urged economical motives; pressed on his love for his daughters.


They "struck" eating till the resolution was rescinded, and Tabby was allowed to remain a helpless invalid entirely dependent upon them.


Stung by anxiety for this little sister, she upbraided Miss W--- for her fancied indifference to Anne's state of health.


For some unexplained reason, he had given up the idea of becoming a student of painting at the Royal Academy, and his prospects in life were uncertain, and had yet to be settled.


Baletti's father, who had just recovered from a long illness, was not with us, but we had his father's sister, who was older than Mario.


Martelli composed a satire against Maffei, in which he designated him by the anagram of Femia.


In order to please her, I spoke to her of the Abbe Conti, and I had occasion to quote two lines of that profound writer.


She held her tongue, but from that time she told everybody that I was an impostor.


"Here, go and get me change for a Louis."


After his visit I told Esprit to take me to the Palais Royal, and I left him at the gates.


"Excellent, I made it myself yesterday."


Make me a cup of fresh coffee without milk."


Well, sir, we never make coffee but in the afternoon. Would you like a good bavaroise, or a decanter of orgeat?"


"You are mad, she has given birth to a princess."


I address him in Italian, and he answers very wittily, but his way of speaking makes me smile, and I tell him why.


My remark pleases him, but I soon prove to him that it is not the right way to speak, however perfect may have been the language of that ancient writer.


My new friend was a poet as I was; he was an admirer of Italian literature, while I admired the French.


"Quite the reverse, for it was a cunning artifice on her part.


Therefore it is not a paradox to say that the French would be wiser if they were less witty.


I thanked him, but I was not deceived by his compliment.


But, sir, how shall I find a teacher?


The expression of Crebillon's face was that of the lion's or of the cat's, which is the same thing.


Its origin was small-a germ, an insignificant seed, hardly to be thought of as likely to arouse opposition.


Let us observe the contrast between the beginning and the present proportions of the Church.


An appeal was made to the executive of the state, but little encouragement was returned.


But tools were not wanting, as indeed they never have been, for murder and its kindred outrages.


What the heart of man can conceive, the hand of man will find a way to execute.


The awful work was carried out with dread dispatch.


There their sad condition evoked for a time general commiseration.


Was it the "Mormons?" Is it not notorious on the contrary that they were hunted like wild beasts from county to county before they made any resistance?


After all, the "Mormon" people regard the advent of the Buchanan army as one of the greatest material blessings ever brought to them.


The troops, once in Utah, had to be provisioned; and everything the settlers could spare was eagerly bought at an unusual price. The gold changed hands.


Then, in their hasty departure, the soldiers disposed of everything outside of actual necessities in the way of accouterment and camp equipage.


The army found the people in poverty, and left them in comparative wealth.


But a word further concerning the expedition in general.


He was unjustly charged with favoring secession; but the charge was soon disproved.


However, it was known that certain of his cabinet were in league with the seceding states; and prominent among them was john Floyd, secretary of war.


Changes many and great followed in bewildering succession in Utah.


Already a North and a South were talked of-why not set up also a West?


A supreme opportunity had come and how was it used?


But let us turn more particularly to the history of the Church itself.


But "Mormonism" died not; every added pang of grief served but to unite the people.


He was a man with clear title as one of the small brotherhood we call great.


With his death closed another epoch in the history of his people, and a successor arose, one who was capable of leading and judging under the changed conditions.


The Latter day Saints were long regarded as a polygamous people.


Yet the two have often been confused in the popular mind.


We believe, further that contracts as of marriage, to be valid beyond the veil of mortality must be sanctioned by a power greater than that of earth.


At the inception of plural marriage among the Latter day Saints, there was no law, national or state, against its practise.


This statement assumes, as granted, a distinction between bigamy and the "Mormon" institution of plural marriage.


As the people had adopted the practise under what was believed to be divine approval, they suspended it when they were justified in so doing.