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you expend your strength in small efforts , and the beauties which shine forth in your light trifles show us what you ought to be , and what you might achieve . Write neither for fame , for money , nor for the poet ' s laurels , but to benefit mankind , " Give , give !' The following lines of Butler are both simple and beautiful : —
" How fair and sweet the planted rose Beyond the wild in hedges grows ! For , withont art , the noblest seeds Of flowers degenerate into weeds : How dull and rugged , ere 'tis ground , And polish'd , looks a diamond !
" Though Paradise were e er so fair , It was not kept so without care . The whole world , without art and dress , Would be but one great wilderness ; And mankind but a savage herd , For all that Nature has conferr'd . "
These lines gleam from among jingling rhymes , and remind us of two beautiful stanzas in the " Ingoldsby Legends , " the beauty of which is marred by surrounding facetiousness . As this may not be known to all our readers , we will , in concluding this chapter , transcribe them : —
" Oh ! sweet and beautiful is Night , when the silver moon is high , And countless stars , like clustering gems , hang sparkling in the sky , While the balmy breath of the summer breeze comes whispering down the glen , And one fond voice alone is heard—oh 1 Night is lovely then !
" But when that voice , in feeble moan of sickness and of pain , But mocks the anxious ear that strives to catch its sounds in vain ; When silently we watch the bed , by the taper ' s flickering light , When all we love is fading fast—how terrible is Night ! "
Travels By A Freemason.
TRAVELS BY A FREEMASON .
CHAPTEB Y . — BKAZII . ( Continued from page 479 . ) About three miles from the city of Rio Janeiro was situated the country house of the English ambassador , Lord Bambrough . The path to it led up a steep bank , turning off suddenly from the high
road , with a pretentious dry well fixed in the earth half-way up . A few days after the events recorded in my last chapter , I was riding from the city with a message to his Lordship , and had just reached this bank , when I saw a horse tied to a tree , and its master standing gazing steadfastly at the well ; on hearing the hoofs of my horse , ho
turned , and showed me the face of the attache , Mr . Villiers , with whom I had come out from England . u you ' re not in a hurry , " said he , " perhaps you'd help me here .
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you expend your strength in small efforts , and the beauties which shine forth in your light trifles show us what you ought to be , and what you might achieve . Write neither for fame , for money , nor for the poet ' s laurels , but to benefit mankind , " Give , give !' The following lines of Butler are both simple and beautiful : —
" How fair and sweet the planted rose Beyond the wild in hedges grows ! For , withont art , the noblest seeds Of flowers degenerate into weeds : How dull and rugged , ere 'tis ground , And polish'd , looks a diamond !
" Though Paradise were e er so fair , It was not kept so without care . The whole world , without art and dress , Would be but one great wilderness ; And mankind but a savage herd , For all that Nature has conferr'd . "
These lines gleam from among jingling rhymes , and remind us of two beautiful stanzas in the " Ingoldsby Legends , " the beauty of which is marred by surrounding facetiousness . As this may not be known to all our readers , we will , in concluding this chapter , transcribe them : —
" Oh ! sweet and beautiful is Night , when the silver moon is high , And countless stars , like clustering gems , hang sparkling in the sky , While the balmy breath of the summer breeze comes whispering down the glen , And one fond voice alone is heard—oh 1 Night is lovely then !
" But when that voice , in feeble moan of sickness and of pain , But mocks the anxious ear that strives to catch its sounds in vain ; When silently we watch the bed , by the taper ' s flickering light , When all we love is fading fast—how terrible is Night ! "
Travels By A Freemason.
TRAVELS BY A FREEMASON .
CHAPTEB Y . — BKAZII . ( Continued from page 479 . ) About three miles from the city of Rio Janeiro was situated the country house of the English ambassador , Lord Bambrough . The path to it led up a steep bank , turning off suddenly from the high
road , with a pretentious dry well fixed in the earth half-way up . A few days after the events recorded in my last chapter , I was riding from the city with a message to his Lordship , and had just reached this bank , when I saw a horse tied to a tree , and its master standing gazing steadfastly at the well ; on hearing the hoofs of my horse , ho
turned , and showed me the face of the attache , Mr . Villiers , with whom I had come out from England . u you ' re not in a hurry , " said he , " perhaps you'd help me here .