{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3840", "width": "2513", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3722", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "4 o\\nw\\nQ TV* 1 CT\\n*fc* O* V v", "height": "3722", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2303", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "TME\\n*9\\nek PLEASURES\\nOE LIEE\\nPARTS I AND II\\n(COMPLETE EDITION)\\nI Sir cJohn Lubbock, Bart.\u00c2\u00a5^1\u00c2\u00a7\\nM. P., F. U, 8., D. C. L\u00e2\u0080\u009e LL. I).\\nr\u00c2\u00bb\\nChicago JN\\\\ ^jk^\\ni pa ny yLI\\nW. B. CONKEY COM PAT\\nPUBLISHERS", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "41972\\nV\\nLibr*** y of Congress\\nHO Cw\u00c2\u00bbt\u00c2\u00a3c RtCEUEO\\nSEP 1 1900\\nCopyright tntry\\nSECOND COPY.\\nOeHvercd to\\nORDER DIVISION,\\nOCT 18 1900\\nCopyright, 1900, by W. B. Conkey Company.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE.\\nCHAPTER L\\nThe Duty of Happiness 7\\nCHAPTER ill.\\nThe Happiness of Duty 23\\nCHAPTER HI.\\nA Song of Books 36\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nThe Choice of Books 47\\nCHAPTER V.\\nThe Blessing of Friends 63\\nCHAPTER VI.\\nThe Value of Time 70\\nCHAPTER VII.\\nThe Pleasures of Travel 77\\nCHAPTER VIII.\\nThe Pleasures of Home 90\\nCHAPTER IX.\\nScience 99\\nCHAPTER X.\\nEducation 115\\n3", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "4 CONTENTS.\\nPART II.\\nPAGE.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nAmbition 129\\nCHAPTER II.\\nWealth 138\\nCHAPTER III.\\nHealth 144\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nLove 157\\nCHAPTER V.\\nArt 1 70\\nCHAPTER VI.\\nPoetry 183\\nCHAPTER VII.\\nMusic 194\\nCHAPTER VIIL\\nThe Beauties of Nature 207\\nCHAPTER IX.\\nThe Troubles of Life 228\\nCHAPTER X.\\nLabor and Rest 236\\nCHAPTER XI.\\nReligion .244\\nCHAPTER XII.\\nThe Hope of Progress. 258\\nCHAPTER XIII.\\nThe Destiny of Man -.270", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nThose who have the pleasure of attending\\nthe opening meetings of schools and colleges,\\nand of giving away prizes and certificates, are\\ngenerally expected at the same time to offer\\nsuch words of counsel as the experience of the\\nworld might enable them to give to those\\nwho are entering life.\\nBeing myself naturally rather prone to 9uffer\\nfrom low spirits, I have at several of these\\ngatherings taken the opportunity of dwelling\\non the privileges and blessings we enjoy, and\\nI reprint here the substance of some of these\\naddresses (omitting what was special to the\\ncircumstances of each case, and freely making\\nany alterations and additions which have since\\noccurred to me), hoping that the thoughts and\\nquotations in which I have myself found most\\ncomfort may perhaps be of use to others also.\\nIt is hardly necessary to say that I have not\\nby any means referred to all the sources of\\nhappiness open to us, some indeed of the great-\\nest pleasures and blessings being altogether\\nomitted.\\nIn reading over the proofs I feel that I may\\nappear in some cases too dogmatic, but I hope\\nthat allowance will be made for the circum-\\nstances under which they were delivered.\\nHigh Elms, Down, Kent, January, 1887.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nTHE DUTY OF HAPPINESS.*\\nIf a man is unhappy, this must be his own fault: for\\nGod made all men to be happy. Epictetus.\\nLife is a great gift, and as we reach years\\nof discretion, we most of us naturally ask our-\\nselves what should be the main object of our\\nexistence. Even those who do not accept\\n44 the greatest good of the greatest number as\\nan absolute rule, will yet admit that we should\\nall endeavor to contribute as far as we may to\\nthe happiness of our fellow-creatures. There\\nare many, however, who seem to doubt whether\\nit is possible, or even right, that we should be\\nhappy ourselves. Our own happiness ought\\nnot, of course, to be our main object, nor indeed\\nwill it ever be secured if selfishly sought. We\\nmay have many pleasures in life, but must not\\nlet pleasures have rule over us o~ they will\\nsoon hand us over to sorrow; and 4 into what\\ndangerous and miserable servitude does he fall\\nwho suffereth pleasures and sorrows (two\\n*The substance of this was delivered at the Harris\\nInstitute, Preston.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nunfaithful and cruel commanders) to possess\\nhim successively? I cannot, however, but\\nthink that the world would be better and brighter\\nif our teachers would dwell on the Duty of Hap-\\npiness as well as on the Happiness of Duty for\\nwe ought to be as cheerful as we can, if only\\nbecause to be happy ourselves is a most effec-\\ntual contribution to the happiness of others.\\nEvery one must have felt that a cheerful\\nfriend is like a sunny day, which sheds its\\nbrightness on all around and most of us can,\\nas we choose, make of this world either a pal-\\nace or a prison.\\nThere is no doubt some selfish satisfaction in\\nyielding to melancholy; in brooding over\\ngrievances, especially if more or less imagin-\\nary, in fancying that we are victims of fate.\\nTo be bright and cheerful often requires an\\neffort there is a certain art in keeping our-\\nselves happy; in this respect, as in others, we\\nrequire to watch over and manage ourselves\\nalmost as if we were somebody else.\\nAs a nation we are prone to melancholy.\\nIt has been said of our countrymen that they\\ntake even their pleasures sadly. But this, if it\\nbe true at all, will, I hope, prove a transitory\\ncharacteristic. Merry England was the old\\nsaying, and we hope it may become true again.\\nWe must look to the East for real melancholy.\\nWhat can be sadder than the lines with which\\nOmar Khayyam opens his quatrains. I quote\\nfrom Whinfield s translation:", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 9\\nWe sojourn here for one short day or two,\\nAnd all the gain we get is grief and woe\\nAnd then, leaving life s problems all unsolved\\nAnd harassed by regrets, we have to go;\\nor the Devas song to Prince Siddartha, in\\nEdwin Arnold s beautiful version:\\nWe are the voices of the wandering wind,\\nWhich moan for rest, and rest can never find\\nLo as the wind is, so is mortal life\\nA moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife. 1\\nNo wonder that under such circumstances,\\nNirvana the cessation of sorrow should be\\nwelcomed even at the sacrifice of conscious-\\nness. But, on the contrary, ought we not to\\nplace before ourselves a very different ideal\\nhealthier, manlier, and nobler hope?\\nIm ganzen, guten, schonen.\\nResolut zu leben.\\nLife certainly may be, and ought to be, bright,\\ninteresting*, and happy and, according to the\\nItalian proverb, if all cannot live on the\\nPiazza, every one may feel the sun.\\nIf we do our best; if we do not magnify\\ntrifling troubles if we resolutely look, I do not\\nsay at the bright side of things, but at things\\nas they really are if we avail ourselves of the\\nmanifold blessings which surround us, we can-\\nnot but feel how thankful we ought to be for\\nthe sacred trusts of health, strength, and\\ntime, for the glorious inheritance of life.\\nFew of us, indeed, realize the wonderful priv-\\nilege of living the blessings we inherit, the\\nglories and beauties of the Universe, which is\\n2 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "10 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nour own if we choose to have it so the extent\\nto which we can make ourselves what we wish\\nto be; or the power we possess of securing\\npeace, of triumphing over pain and sorrow.\\nDante pointed to the neglect of opportunities\\nas a serious fault\\nMan can do violence\\nTo himself and his own blessings, and for this\\nHe, in the second round, must aye deplore,\\nWith unavailing penitence, his crime.\\nWhoe er deprives himself of life and light\\nIn reckless lavishment his talent wastes,\\nAnd sorrows then when he should dwell in joy.\\nRuskin has expressed this with special allu-\\nsion to the marvelous beauty of this glorious\\nworld, too often taken as a matter of course,\\nand remembered, if at all, almost without grat-\\nitude. Holy men/ he complains, in the\\nrecommending of the love of God to us, refer\\nbut seldom to those things in which it is most\\nabundantly and immediately shown; though\\nthey insist much on His giving of bread, and\\nraiment, and health (which He gives to all\\ninferior creatures), they require us not to\\nthank Him for that glory of His works which\\nHe has permitted us alone to perceive they\\ntell us often to meditate in the closet, but they\\nsend us not, like Isaac, into the fields at even\\nthey dwell on the duty of self-denial, but they\\nexhibit not the duty of delight: and yet, as he\\njustly says elsewhere, each of us, as we travel\\nthe way of life, has the choice, according to\\nour working, of turning all the voices of Nature\\ninto one song of rejoicing; or of withering and", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 11\\nquenching her sympathy into a fearful with-\\ndrawn silence of condemnation, or into a crying-\\nout of her stones and a shaking of her dust\\nagainst us.\\nMay we not all admit, with Sir Henry Tay-\\nlor, that the retrospect of life swarms wtih\\nlost opportunities.\\nSt. Bernard, indeed, goes so far as to state\\nthat nothing can work me damage except\\nmyself; the harm that I sustain I carry about\\nwith me, and never am a real sufferer but by\\nmy own fault.\\nSome Heathen moralists have taught very\\nmuch the same lesson. The gods, says\\nMarcus Aurelius, have put all the means in\\nman s power to enable him not to fall into real\\nevils. Now that which does not make a man\\nworse, how can it make his life worse?\\nEpictetus takes the same line: If a man is\\nunhappy, remember that his unhappiness is his\\nown fault; for God has made all men to be\\nhappy. I am, he elsewhere says, always\\ncontent with that which happens; for I think\\nthat which God chooses is better than what I\\nchoose. And again: Seek not that things\\nwhich happen should happen as you wish but\\nwish the things which happen to be as they\\nare, and you will have a tranquil flow of life\\nIf you wish for anything which belongs\\nto another, you lose that which is your own.\\nFew, however, if any, can, I think, go as far\\nas St. Bernard. We cannot but suffer from\\npain, sickness, and anxiety; from the loss, the\\nunkindness, the faults, even the coldness of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "12 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthose we love; How many a day has been\\ndamped and darkened by an angry word.\\nHegel is said to have calmly finished his\\nPhoenomenologie des Geistes at Jena, on the\\n14th October, 1806, not knowing anything\\nwhatever of the battle that was raging round\\nhim.\\nBut if we separate ourselves so much from\\nthe interests of those around us that we do not\\nsympathize with them in their sufferings, we\\nshut ourselves out from sharing their joys, and\\nlose far more than we gain. If we exclude\\nsympathy and wrap ourselves round in a cold\\nchain-armor of selfishness, we exclude our-\\nselves from many of the greatest and purest\\njoys of life. To render ourselves insensible to\\npain we must forfeit also the possibility of\\nhappiness.\\nIt is, in fact, impossible to deny the exist-\\nence of evil, and the reason for it has long\\nexercised the human intellect. The savage\\nsolves it by the supposition of evil spirits.\\nThe Greeks attributed the misfortunes of men\\nin great measure to the antipathies and jeal-\\nousies of gods and goddesses. Others have\\nimagined two divine principles, opposite and\\nantagonistic the one friendly, the other hos-\\ntile to men.\\nMuch, however, of what we call evil is really\\ngood in disguise, and we should not quarrel\\nrashly with adversities not yet understood, nor\\noverlook the mercies often bound up in them.\\nPain, for instance, is a warning of danger, a\\nvery necessity of existence. But for it, but", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 13\\nfor the warnings which our feelings give us,\\nthe very blessings by which we are surrounded\\nwould soon and inevitably prove fatal. Many\\nof those who have not studied the question are\\nunder the impression that the more deeply-\\nseated portions of the body must be most sens-\\nitive. The very reverse is the case. The skin\\nis a continuous and ever watchful sentinel, ever\\non guard to give us notice of any approaching\\ndanger; while the flesh and inner organs,\\nwhere pain would be without purpose, are, so\\nlong as they are healthy, comparatively with-\\nout sensation.\\nFreedom of action seems to involve the pos-\\nsibility of evil. If any freedom of choice be\\nleft us, much must depend on the choice we\\nmake. In the very nature of things, two and\\ntwo cannot make five. Epictetus imagines\\nJupiter addressing man as follows: If it had\\nbeen possible to make your body and your\\nproperty free from liability to injury, I would\\nhave done so. As this could not be, I have\\ngiven you a small portion of myself.\\nThis divine gift it is for us to use wisely. It\\nis, in fact, our most valuable treasure. The\\nsoul is a much better thing than all the others\\nwhich you possess. Can you then show me in\\nwhat way you have taken care of it? For it is\\nnot likely that you, who are so wise a man,\\ninconsiderately and carelessly allow the most\\nvaluable thing that you possess to be neglected\\nand to perish.\\nMoreover, even if evil cannot be altogether\\navoided, it is no doubt true that not only", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nwhether we lead good and useful, or evil and\\nuseless lives, but also whether we are happy or\\nunhappy, is vere much in our own power, and\\ndepends greatly on ourselves. Time alone\\nrelieves the foolish from sorrow, but reason the\\nwise, and no one was ever yet made utterly\\nmiserable excepting by himself. We are, if\\nnot the masters, at any rate almost the creators\\nof ourselves.\\nWith most of us it is not so much great sor-\\nrows, disease, or death, but rather the little\\ndaily dyings, M which cloud over the sunshine\\nof life. How many of the troubles of life are\\ninsignificant in themselves, and might easily\\nbe avoided?\\nHow happy home might generally be made\\nbut for foolish quarrels, or misunderstandings,\\nas they are well named It is our own fault if\\nwe are querulous or ill-humored nor need we,\\nthough this is less easy, allow ourselves to be\\nmade unhappy by the querulousness or ill-\\nhumors of others.\\nMuch of what we suffer we have brought on\\nourselves, if not by actual fault, at least by\\nignorance or thoughtlessness. Many of us\\nfritter our life away. Indeed, La Bruyere says\\nthat most men spend much of their lives in\\nmaking the rest miserable; or, as Goethe puts\\nit:\\nCareworn man has, in all ages,\\nSown vanity to reap despair.\\nNot only do we suffer much in the anticipa-\\ntion of evil, as Noah lived many years under", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 15\\nthe affliction of a flood, and Jerusalem was\\ntaken unto Jeremy before it was^besieged,\\nbut we often distress ourselves greatly in the\\napprehension of misfortunes which after all\\nnever happen at all. We should do our best\\nand wait calmly the result. We often hear of\\npeople breaking down from over-work, but in\\nnine cases out of ten they are really suffering\\nfrom worry or anxiety.\\nNos maux moraux, says Rousseau, sont\\ntous dans l opinion, hors un seul, qui est le\\ncrime; et celui-la depend denous: nos maux\\nphysiques nous detruisent, ou se detruisent.\\nLe temps ou la mort sont nos remedes.\\nThis, however, applies to the grown up.\\nWith children of course it is different. It is\\ncustomary, but I think it is a mistake, to speak\\nof happy childhood. Children, however, are\\noften over-anxious and acutely sensitive. Man\\nought to be a man and master of his fate, but\\nchildren are at the mercy of those around them.\\nMr. Rarey, the great horse-tamer, has told us\\nthat he has known an angry word raise the\\npulse of a horse ten beats in a minute. Think\\nthen how it must affect a child\\nIt is small blame to the youiig if they are\\nover-anxious ,but it is a danger to be striven\\nagainst. Tho terrors of the storm are chiefly\\nfelt in the parlor or the cabin.\\nTo save ourselves from imaginary, or at any\\nrate problematical evils, we often incur real\\nsuffering. Theman, said Epicurus, who\\nis not content with little is content with noth-\\ning. How often do we labor for that which", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nsatisfieth not. We most of us give ourselves\\nan immense amount of useless trouble encum-\\nber ourselves, as it were, on the journey of life\\nwith a dead weight of unnecessary baggage.\\nAnd as a man maketh his train longer, he\\nmakes his wings shorter. In that delightful\\nfairy tale, Alice Through the Looking-Glass,\\nthe 4t White Knight is described as having\\nprovided himself on starting for a journey with\\na variety of odds and ends, including a mouse-\\ntrap, in case he was troubled by mice at night,\\nand a beehive in case he came across a swarm\\nof bees.\\nHearne, in his Journey to the Mouth of the\\nCoppermine River, tells us that a few days\\nafter starting he met a party of Indians, who\\nannexed a great deal of his property, and all\\nHearne says is, The weight of our baggage\\nbeing so much lightened, our next day s jour-\\nney w;,s much pleasanter. I ought, however,\\nto add that the Indians broke up the philo-\\nsophical instruments, which, no doubt, were\\nrather an encumbrance.\\n44 We talk of the origin of evil; but what\\nis evil? We mostly speak of sufferings and\\ntrials as good, perhaps, in their results but we\\nhardly admit that they may be good in them-\\nselves. Yet they are knowledge how else to\\nbe acquired, unless by making men as gods,\\nenabling them to understand without experi-\\nence. All that men go through may be abso-\\nlutely the best for them no such thing as evil,\\nat least in our customary meaning of the\\nword.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 17\\nIndeed, the vale best discovereth the hill,\\nand pour sentir les grands biens, il faut\\nqu il connoisse les petits maux.\\nIf we cannot hope that life will be all happi-\\nness, we may at least secure a heavy balance\\non the right side, and even events which look\\nlike misfortune, if boldly faced, may often be\\nturned to good. Helmholtz dates his start in\\nscience to an attack of typhoid fever. This\\nillness led to his acquisition of a microscope,\\nwhich he was enabled to purchase, owing to\\nhis having spent his autumn vacation of 1841\\nin the hospital, prostrated by typhoid fever;\\nbeing a pupil, he was nursed without ex-\\npense, and on his recovery he found himself in\\npossession of the savings of his small re-\\nsources.\\nUnder different circumstances/ says Cas-\\ntelar, Savonarola would undoubtedly have\\nbeen a good husband, a tender father, a man\\nunknown to history, utterly powerless to print\\nupon the sands of time and upon the human\\nsoul the deep trace which he has left but mis-\\nfortune came to visit him, to crush his heart,\\nand to impart that marked melancholy which\\ncharacterizes a soul in grief, and the grief that\\ncircled his brows with a crown of thorns was\\nalso that which wreathed them with the splen-\\ndor of immortality. His hopes were centered\\nin the woman he loved, his life was set upon\\nthe possession of her, and when her family\\nfinally rejected him, partly on account of his\\nprofession, and partly on account of his per-\\nson, he believed that it was death that had", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "18 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ncome upon him, when in truth it was immor-\\ntality.\\nMoreover, when troubles come, Marcus\\nAurelius wisely tells us to remember on every\\noccasion which leads thee to vexation to apply\\nthis principle, that this is not a misfortune,\\nbut that to bear it nobly is good fortune; and\\nhe elsewhere observes that we suffer much\\nmore from the anger and vexation which we\\nallow acts to rouse in us, than we do from the\\nacts themselves at which we are angry and\\nvexed. How much most people, for instance,\\nallow themselves to be distracted and dis-\\nturbed by quarrels and family disputes. Yet\\nin nine cases out of ten one ought not to suffer\\nfrom being found fault with. If the condem-\\nnation is just, it should be welcome as a warn-\\ning; if it is undeserved, why should we allow\\nit to distress us?\\nIf misfortunes happen we do but make them\\nworse by grieving over them.\\nI must die, again says Epictetus. But\\nmust I then die sorrowing? I must be put in\\nchains. Must I then also lament? I must go\\ninto exile. Can I be prevented from going\\nwith cheerfulness and contentment? But I\\nwill put you in prison. Man, what are you\\nsaying? You can put my body in prison, but\\nmy mind not even Zeus himself can over-\\npower.\\nIf, indeed, we cannot be happy, the fault is\\ngenerally in ourselves. Epictetus was a poor\\nslave, and yet how much we owe him\\nHow is it possible, he says, that a man", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 19\\nwho has nothing, who is naked, houseless,\\nwithout a hearth, squalid, without a slave,\\nwithout a city, can pass a life that flows easily?\\nSee, God has sent you a man to show you that\\nit is possible. Look at me who am without a\\ncity, without a house, without possessions,\\nwithout a slave; I sleep on the ground; I\\nhave no wife, no children, no praetorium, but\\nonly the earth and heavens, and one poor\\ncloak. And what do I want? Am I not with-\\nout sorrow? Am I not without fear? Am I\\nnot free? When did any of you see me failing\\nin the object of my desire? or ever falling\\ninto that which I would avoid? Did I ever\\nblame God or man? Did I ever accuse any\\nman? Did any of you ever see me with a sor-\\nrowful countenance? And how do I meet with\\nthose whom you are afraid of and admire?\\nDo not I treat them like slaves? Who, when\\nhe sees me, does not think that he sees his king\\nand master?\\nThink how much we have to be thankful for.\\nFew of us appreciate the number of our every-\\nday blessings; we think they are trifles and\\nyet trifles make perfection, and perfection is\\nno trifle/ as Michael Angelo said. We for-\\nget them because they are always with us, and\\nyet for each of us, as Mr. Pater well observes\\nof his hero Marius, these simple gifts, and\\nothers equally trivial, bread and wine, fruit\\nand milk, might regain, that poetic and as it\\nwere, moral significance which surely belongs\\nto all the means of our daily life, could we\\nbut break through the veil of our familiarity", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nwith things by no means vulgar in them-\\nselves.\\n4 Let not, ays Isaak Walton, 4 k the blessings\\nwe receive daily from God make us not to\\nvalue or not praise Him because they be com-\\nmon let us not forget to praise Him for the\\ninnocent mirth and pleasure we have met with\\nsince we met together. What would a blind\\nman give to see the pleasant rivers and\\nmeadows and flowers and fountains; and this\\nand many other like blessings we enjoy daily.\\nContentment, we have been told by Epi-\\ncurus, consists not in great wealth, but in few\\nwants. In this fortunate country, however,\\nwe may have many wants, and yet, if they are\\nonly reasonable, we may gratify them all.\\nNature provides without stint the main req-\\nuisites of human happiness. To watch the\\ncorn grow, or the blossoms set to draw hard\\nbreath over the plowshare or spade; to read,\\nto think, to love, to pray, these says Ruskin,\\nare the things that make men happy. !S\\nI have fallen into the hands of thieves,\\nsays Jeremy Taylor; what then? They have\\nleft me the sun and moon, fire and water, a\\nloving wife and many friends to pity me, and\\nsome to relieve me, and I can still discourse;\\nand, unless I list, they have not taken away\\nmy merry countenance and my cheerful spirit\\nand a good conscience. And he that hath\\nso many causes of joy, and so great, is very\\nmuch in love with sorrow and peevishness who\\nloses all these pleasures, and chooses to sit\\ndown on his little handful of thorns.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 21\\nWhen a man has such things to think on,\\nand sees the sun, the moon, and stars, and\\nenjoys earth and sea, he is not solitary or even\\nhelpless.\\nParadise indeed might, as Luther said,\\napply to the whole world. What more is\\nthere we could ask for ourselves? Every sort\\nof beauty, says Mr. Greg, has been lav-\\nished on our allotted home beauties to enrap-\\nture every sense, beauties to satisfy every\\ntaste; forms the noblest and the loveliest, col-\\nors the most gorgeous and the most delicate,\\nodors the sweetest and subtlest, harmonies the\\nmost soothing and the most stirring; the sunny\\nglories of the day; the pale Elysian grace of\\nmoonlight, the lake, the mountain, the prim-\\nrose, the forest, and the boundless ocean\\n4 silent pinnacles of aged snow* in one hemi-\\nsphere, the marvels of tropical luxuriance in\\nanother; the serenity of sunsets the sublimity\\nof storms; everything is bestowed in boundless\\nprofusion on the scene of our existence we\\ncan conceive or desire nothing more exquisite\\nor perfect than what is round us every hour,\\nand our perceptions are so framed as to be\\nconsciously alive to all. The provision made\\nfor our sensuous enjoyment is in overflowing\\nabundance so is that for the other elements\\nof our complex nature. Who that has reveled\\nin the opening ecstasies of a young imagina-\\ntion, or the rich marvels of the world of\\nthought, does not confess that the intelligence\\nhas been dowered at least with as profuse a\\nbeneficence as the senses? Who that has truly", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "22 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ntasted and fathomed human love in its dawn-\\ning and crowning joys has not thanked God\\nfor a felicity which indeed 4 passeth under-\\nstanding? If we had set our fancy to picture\\na Creator occupied solely in devising delight\\nfor children whom he loved, we could not\\nconceive one single element of bliss which is\\nno*; here.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 23\\nCHAPTER II.\\nTHE HAPPINESS OF DUTY.*\\nI am always content with that which happens; for I\\nthink that what God chooses is better than what I\\nchoose. Epictetus.\\nO God, All conquering! this lower earth\\nWould be for men the blest abode of mirth\\nIf they were strong in Thee\\nAs other things of this world well are seen\\nOther, far other than they yet have been,\\nHow happy would men be.\\nKing Alfred s ed. of Boethius s\\nConsolations of Philosophy.\\nWe ought not to picture Duty to ourselves, or\\nto others, as a stern task-mistress. She is\\nrather a kind and sympathetic mother, ever\\nready to shelter us from the cares and anxieties\\nof this world, and to guide us in the paths of\\npeace.\\nTo shut oneself up from mankind is, in most\\ncases, to lead a selfish as well as a dull life.\\nOur duty is to make ourselves useful and thus\\nlife may be most interesting, and yet com-\\nparatively free from anxiety.\\nBut how can we fill our lives with life,*\\nenergy, and interest, and yet keep care out-\\nside?\\nThe substance of this was delivered at the Harris\\nInstitute, Preston.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nMany great men have made shipwreck in\\nthe attempt. Anthony sought for happiness\\nin love; Brutus in glory; Caesar in dominion:\\nthe first found disgrace, the second disgust, the\\nlast ingratitude, and each destruction.\\nRiches, again, often bring danger, trouble,\\nand temptation; they require care to keep,\\nthough they may give much happiness if\\nwisely spent.\\nHow then is this great object to be secured?\\nWhat, says Marcus Aurelius, What then is\\nthat which is able to conduct a man? One\\nthing and only one philosophy. But this\\nconsists in keeping the demon within a man\\nfree from violence and unharmed, superior to\\npains and pleasures, doing nothing without a\\npurpose, not yet falsely and with hypocrisy,\\nnot feeling the need of another man s doing\\nor not doing anything; and besides, accepting\\nall that happens, and all that is allotted, as\\ncoming from thence, wherever it is, from\\nwhence he himself came; and, finally, waiting\\nfor death with a cheerful mind, as being noth-\\ning else than a dissolution of the elements of\\nwhich every living being is compounded. I\\nconfess I do not feel the force of these last few\\nwords, which indeed scarcely seem requisite\\nfor his argument. The thought of death, how-\\never, certainly influences the conduct of life\\nless than might have been expected.\\nBacon truly points out that there is no\\npassion in the mind of man so weak, but it\\nmates and masters the fear of death.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 25\\nRevenge triumphs over death, love slights it,\\nhonor aspire th to it, grief flieth to it.\\nThink not I dread to see my spirit fly\\nThrough the dark gates of fell mortality\\nDeath has no terrors when the life is true\\nTis living ill that makes us fear to die.\\nWe need certainly have no such fear if we\\nhave done our best to make others happy to\\npromote peace on earth and good will amongst\\nmen. Nothing, again, can do more to re-\\nlease us from the cares of this world, which\\nconsumes so much of our time, and embitters\\nso much of our life yet when we have done\\nour best, we should wait the result in peace;\\ncontent, as Epictetus says, with that which\\nhappens, for what God chooses is better than\\nwhat I choose.\\nAt any rate, if we have not effected all we\\nwished, we shall have influenced ourselves. It\\nmay be true that one cannot do much. You\\nare not Hercules, and you are not able to\\npurge away the wickedness of others nor yet\\nare you Theseus, able to purge away the\\nevil things of Attica. Clear away your own.\\nFrom yourself, from your thoughts; cast\\naway, instead of Procrustes and Sciron, sad-\\nness, fear, desire, envy, malevolence, avarice,\\neffeminacy, intemperance. But it is not pos-\\nsible to eject these things otherwise than by\\nlooking to God only, by fixing your affections\\non Him only, by being consecrated by his com-\\nmands. To rule oneself is in reality the\\ngreatest triumph.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "26 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nHe who is his own monarch, says Sir T.\\nBrowne, contentedly sways the scepter of\\nhimself, not envying the glory to crowned\\nheads and Elohim of the earth; for those are\\nreally highest who are nearest to heaven, and\\nthose are lowest who are farthest from it.\\nTrue greatness has little, if anything, to do\\nwith rank or power.\\nEurystheus being what he was, says\\nEpictetus, was not really king of Argos nor\\nof Mycenae, for he could not even rule himself;\\nwhile Hercules purged lawlessness and intro-\\nduced justice, though he was both naked\\nand alone.\\nWe are told that Cineas, the philosopher,\\nonce asked Pyrrhus what he would do when\\nhe had conquered Italy. I will conquer\\nSicily. And after Sicily? Then Africa.\\nAnd after you have conquered the world?\\n4 I will take my ease and be merry. Then,\\nasked Cineas, why can you not take your\\nease and be merry now? Moreover, as Sir\\nArthur Helps has wisely pointed out, the\\nenlarged view we have of the Universe must\\nin some measure damp personal ambition.\\nWhat is it to be king, sheikh, tetrarch, or em-\\nperor over a bit of a bit* of this little earth?\\n44 All rising to great place, says Bacon, is\\nby a winding stair: and princes are like\\nheavenly bodies, which have much veneration,\\nbut no rest. Moreover, there is a great deal\\nof drudgery in the lives of courts. Ceremo-\\nnials may be important, but they are terribly\\ntedious, and take up a great deal of time.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 27\\nA man is his own best kingdom. But self-\\ncontrol, this truest and greatest monarchy,\\nrarely comes by inheritance. Every one of us\\nmust conquer himself, and we may do so, if\\nwe take conscience for our guide and general.\\nBeing myself engaged in business, I was\\nrather startled to find it laid down by\\nno less an authority than Aristotle (almost\\nas if it were a self-evident proposition) that\\ncommerce is incompatible with that dignified\\nlife which it is our wish that our citizens\\nshould lead, and totally adverse to that gen-\\nerous elevation of mind with which it is our\\nambition to inspire them. I know not how\\nfar that may really have been the. spirit and\\ntendency of commerce among the ancient\\nGreeks; but if so, I do not wonder that it was\\nnot more successful.\\nBut is it true that the ordinary duties of life\\nin a country like ours commerce, manufac-\\ntures, agriculture the pursuits to which the\\nvast majority are and must be devoted are\\nincompatible with the dignity or nobility of\\nlife? Surely this is not so. Whether a life is\\nnoble or ignoble depends not on the calling\\nwhich is adopted, but on the spirit in which it\\nis followed. The humblest life may be noble,\\nwhile that of the most powerful monarch or\\nthe greatest genius may be contemptible.\\nWhat Ruskin says of art is, with due modifica-\\ntion, true of life generally. It does not matter\\nwhether a man 4t paint the petal of a rose or\\nthe chasms of a precipice, so that love and ad-\\nmiration attend on him as he labors, and wait", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nforever on his work. It does not matter whether\\nhe toil for months on a few inches of his can-\\nvas, or cover a palace front with color in a day,\\nso only that it be with a solemn purpose, that\\nhe have filled his heart with patience or urged\\nhis hand to haste.\\nIt is true that in a subsequent volume he\\nrefers to this passage, and adds, But though\\nall is good for study and all is beautiful, some\\nis better than the rest for the help and pleas-\\nure of others and this it is our duty always to\\nchoose if we have opportunity, adding, how-\\never, being quite happy with what is within\\nour reach if we have not. M\\nCommerce, indeed, is not only compatible,\\nbut I would almost go further and say that it\\nwill be most successful if carried on in happy\\nunion with noble aims and generous aspira-\\ntions. We read of and admire the heroes of\\nold, but every one of us has to fight his own\\nMarathon and Thermopylae; every one meets\\nthe Sphinx sitting by the road he has to pass\\nto each of us, as to Hercules, is offered the\\nchoice of Vice and Virtue; we may, like Paris,\\ngive the apple of life to Venus, or Juno, or\\nMinerva.\\nI may, indeed, quote Aristotle against him-\\nself, for he has elsewhere told us that busi-\\nness should be chosen for the sake of leisure\\nand things necessary and useful for the sake of\\nthe beautiful in conduct.\\nThere are many who seem to think that we\\nhave fal 1 en on an age in the world when life is\\nespecially difficult and anxious, when there is", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 29\\nless leisure than ever, and the struggle for\\nexistence is keener than it was of yore.\\nOn the other hand, we must remember how\\nmuch we have gained in security. It may be\\nan age of hard work, but when this is not car-\\nried to an extreme, it is by no means an evil.\\nCheerful is the daughter of employment, and\\non the whole I believe there never was a time\\nwhen modest merit and patient industry were\\nmore sure of reward. We must not, indeed,\\nbe discouraged if success be slow in coming,\\nnor puffed up if it comes quickly. We should,\\nhowever, greatly misunderstand the teaching\\nof Marcus Aurelius if we supposed that in\\nadvocating philosophy he intended in any way\\nto exclude sympathy with the joys and sorrows\\nof others.\\nMatthew Arnold has suggested that we might\\ntake a lesson from the heavenly bodies:\\nUnaffrighted by the silence round them,\\nUndistracted by the sights they see,\\nThese demand not that the things without them\\nYield them love, amusement, sympathy.\\nBounded by themselves, and unobservant\\nIn what state God s other works may be,\\nIn their own tasks all their powers pouring,\\nThese attain the mighty life you see.\\nTo many, however, this isolation would be\\nitself most painful. The heart is no island\\ncut off from other lands, but a continent that\\njoins to them, though it is true that\\nA man is his own star;\\nOur acts our angels are\\nFor good or ill.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand that rather than follow a multitude to do\\nevil, one should stand like Pompey s pillar,\\nconspicuous by oneself, and single in integ-\\nrity.\\nNewman, in perhaps the most beautiful of\\nhis hymns, Lead, kindly Light, says:\\nKeep thou my feet, I do not ask to see\\nThe distant scene; one step enough for me.\\nBut we must be sure that we are really follow-\\ning some worthy guide, and not out of mere\\nlaziness allowing ourselves to drift. We have.\\na guide within us which will generally lead us\\nstraight enough.\\nReligion, no doubt, is full of difficulties, but\\nif we are aften puzzled what to think, we need\\nseldom be in doubt what to do.\\nTo say well is good, but to do well is better;\\nDo well is the spirit, and say well the letter;\\nIf do well and say well were fitted in one frame.\\nAll were won, all were done, and got were all the gain.\\nCleanthes, who appears to have well merited\\nthe statue erected to him at Assos, says:\\nLead me, O Zeus, and thou, O Destiny,\\nThe way that I am bid by you to go:\\nTo follow I am ready. If I choose not,\\nI make myself a wretch; and still must follow.\\nIf we are ever in doubt what to do, it is a\\ngood rule to ask ourselves what we shall wish\\non the morrow that we had done.\\nMoreover, the result in the long run will\\ndepend not so much on some single resolution,\\nor on our action in a special case, but rather", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 31\\non the preparation of daily life. Great battles\\nare really won before they are actually fought.\\nTo control our passions we must govern our\\nhabits, and keep watch over ourselves in the\\nsmall details of everyday life.\\nThe importance of small things has been\\npointed out by philosophers over and over\\nagain from M sop downward. Great without\\nsmall makes a bad wall, says a quaint Greek\\nproverb, which seems to go back to cyclopean\\ntimes. In an old Hindoo story Ammi says to\\nhis son, Bring me a fruit of that tree and\\nbreak it open. What is there? The son said,\\nSome small seeds. Break one of them and\\nwhat do you see? Nothing, my lord.\\n4 My child, said Ammi, where you see noth-\\ning there dwells a mighty tree. It may\\nalmost be questioned, whether anything can be\\ntruly called small.\\nThere is no great and no small\\nTo the soul that maketh all\\nAnd where is cometh all things are,\\nAnd it cometh everywhere.\\nIf then, you wish not to be of an angry\\ntemper, do not feed the habit: throw nothing\\non it which will increase it: at first keep quiet,\\nand count the days on which you have not been\\nangry. I used to be in passion every day now\\nevery second day then every third then every\\nfourth. But if you have intermitted thirty\\ndays, make a sacrifice to Qod. For the habit\\nat first begins to be weakened, and then is com-\\npletely destroyed. When you can say, *I have", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nnot been vexed to-day, nor the day before,\\nnor yet on any succeeding day during two or\\nthree months but I took care when some excit-\\ning things happened, be assured that you are\\nin a good way.\\nThe great man, says Emerson, is he\\nwho in the midst of the crowd keeps with per-\\nfect sweetness the serenity of solitude.\\nAnd he closes his Conduct of Life with a\\nstriking allegory. The young mortal enters\\nthe Hall of the Firmament. The gods are sit-\\nting there, and he is alone with them. They\\npour on him gifts and blessings, and beckon\\nhim to their thrones. But between him and\\nthem suddenly appear snow-storms of illusions.\\nHe imagines himself in a vast crowd, whose\\nbehests he fancies he must obey. The mad\\ncrowd drives hither and thither, and sways\\nthis way and that. What is he that he should\\nresist? He lets himself be carried about.\\nHow can he think or act for himself? But\\nwhen the clouds lift, there are the gods still\\nsitting on their thrones; they alone with him\\nalone.\\nWe may all, if we will, secure peace of mind\\nfor ourselves.\\n44 Men seek retreats, says Marcus Aurelius,\\n44 houses in the country, seashores, and moun-\\ntains and thou too art wont to desire such\\nthings very much. But this is altogether a\\nmark of the most common sort of men, for it is\\nin thy power whenever thou shalt choose to\\nretire into thyself. For nowhere either with\\nmore quiet or more freedom f$em trouble does", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 33\\na man retire than into his own soul, particu-\\nlarly when he has within him such thoughts\\nthat by looking into them he is immediately in\\nperfect tranquillity.\\nHappy indeed is the man who has such a\\nsanctuary in his own soul.\\n44 He who is virtuous is wise; and he who is\\nwise is good; and he who is good is happy.\\nBut we cannot expect to be happy if we do\\nnot lead pure and useful lives. To be good\\ncompany for ourselves we must store our minds\\nwell; fill them with happy and pure thoughts,\\nwith pleasant memories of the past, and rea-\\nsonable hopes for the future. We must, as far\\nas may be, protect ourselves from self-\\nreproach, from care, and from anxiety. We\\nshall make our lives pure and happy, by resist-\\ning evil, by placing restraint upon our appe-\\ntites, and perhaps even more by strengthen-\\ning and developing our tendencies to good.\\nWe must be careful, then, how we choose our\\nthoughts. The soul is dyed by its thoughts;\\nwe cannot keep our minds pure if we allow\\nthem to dwell on detailed accounts of crime\\nnd sin. Peace of mind, as Ruskin beautifully\\nobserves, must come in its own time, as the\\nwaters settle themselves into clearness as well\\nas quietness; you can no more filter your mind\\ninto purity than you can compress it into calm-\\nness; you must keep it pure if you would have\\nit pure, and throw no stones into it if you would\\nhave it quiet.\\nFew men have led a wiser or more virtuous\\nlife than Socrates, of whom Xenophon gives us\\n3 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "34 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthe following description To me, being such\\nas I have described him, so pious that he did\\nnothing without the sanction of the gods; so\\njust, that he wronged no man even in the most\\ntrifling affair, but was of service in the most\\nimportant matters to those who enjoyed his\\nsociety; so temperate that he never perferred\\npleasure to virtue so wise, that he never erred\\nin distinguishing better from worse; needing\\nno counsel from others, but being sufficient in\\nhimself to discriminate between them; so able\\nto explain and settle such questions by argu-\\nment; and so capable of discerning the charac-\\nter of others, of confuting those who were in\\nerror, and of exhorting them to virtue and\\nhonor, he seemed to be such as the best and\\nhappiest of men would be. But if any one dis-\\napproves of my opinion let him compare the\\nconduct of others with that of Socrates, and\\ndetermine accordingly.\\nMarcus Aurelius again has drawn for us a most\\ninstructive lesson in his character of Antoninus\\nDo everything as a disciple of Antoninus.\\nRemember his constancy in every act which\\nwas conformable to reason, and his evenness\\nin all things, and his piety, and the serenity of\\nhis countenance, and his sweetness, and his dis-\\nregard of empty fame, and his efforts to under-\\nstand things; and how he would never let any-\\nthing pass without having first must carefully\\nexamined it and clearly understood it; and\\nhow he bore with those who blamed him\\nunjustly without blaming them in return how\\nhe did nothing in a hurry; and how he", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 35\\nlistened not to calumnies, and how exact an\\nexaminer of manners and actions he was; not\\ngiven to reproach people, nor timid, nor sus-\\npicious, nor a sophist with how little he was\\nsatisfied, such as lodging-, bed, dress, food,\\nservants how laborious and patient how spar-\\ning he was in his diet; his firmness, and uni-\\nformity in his friendships; how he tolerated\\nfreedom of speech in those who opposed his\\nopinions; the pleasure that he had when any\\nman showed him anything better; and how\\npious he was without superstition. Imitate all\\nthis that thou mayest have as good a con-\\nscience, when thy last hour comes, as he had.\\nSuch peace of mind is indeed an inestimable\\nboon, a rich reward of duty fulfilled. Well\\ndoes Epictetus ask, Is there no reward? Do\\nyou seek a reward greater than doing what is\\ngood and just? At Olympia you wish for noth-\\ning more, but it seems to you enough to be\\ncrowned at the games. Does it then seem to\\nyou so small and worthless a thing to be good\\nand happy?\\nIn St. Bernard s beautiful lines\\nPax erit ilia fidelibus, ilia beata\\nIrrevocabilis, Invariabilis, Intemerata.\\nPax sine crimine, pax sine turbine, pax sine rixa,\\nMeta laboribus, inque tumultibus anchora fixa\\nPax erit omnibus unica. Sed quibus? immaculatis\\nPectore mitibus; ordine stantibus, ore sacratis.\\nWhat greater happiness can we have than\\nthis?", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "36 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER III.\\nA SONG OF BOOKS.*\\nOh for a booke and a shadie nooke,\\nEy ther in-a-doore or out\\nWith the grene leaves whispering overhede,\\nOr the streete cryes all about.\\nWhere I maie reade all at my ease,\\nBoth of the newe and olde\\nFor a jollie goode booke whereon to looke,\\nIs better to me than golde.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Old English Song.\\nOf all the privileges we enjoy in this nine-\\nteenth century there is none, perhaps, for\\nwhich we ought to be more thankful than for\\nthe easier access to books.\\nThe debt we owe to books was well expressed\\nby Richard de Bury, Bishop of Durham,\\nauthor of Philobiblon, published as long ago\\nas 1473, an( i *h e earliest English treatise on\\nthe delights of literature: These are the\\nmasters who instruct us without rods and\\nferules, without hard words and anger, without\\nclothes or money. If you approach them,\\nthey are not asleep; if investigating you inter-\\nrogate them, they conceal nothing; if you\\nmistake them, they never grumble if you are\\nignorant, they cannot laugh at you.\\n*Delivered at the Working Men s College.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 37\\nThis feeling that books are real friends is\\nconstantly present to all who love reading.\\n41 1 have friends/ said Petrarch, whose\\nsociety is extremely agreeable to me; they are\\nof all ages and of every country. They have\\ndistinguished themselves both in the cabinet\\nand in the field, and obtained high honors for\\ntheir knowledge of the sciences. It is easy to\\ngain access to them, for they are always at my\\nservice, and I admit them to my company, and\\ndismiss them from it, whenever I please.\\nThey are never troublesome, but immediately\\nanswer every question I ask them. Some\\nrelate to me the events of past ages, while\\nothers reveal to me the secrets of Nature.\\nSome teach me how to live, and others how to\\ndie. Some by their vivacity, drive away my\\ncares and exhilarate my spirits; while others\\ngive fortitude to my mind, and teach me the\\nimportant lesson how to restrain my desires,\\nand to depend wholly on myself. They open\\nto me, in short, the various avenues of all the\\narts and sciences, and upon their information I\\nmay safely rely in all emergencies. In return\\nfor all their services, they only ask me to\\naccommodate them with a convenient chamber\\nin some corner of my humble habitation, where\\nthey may repose in peace; for these friends\\nare more delighted by the tranquillity of re-\\ntirement than with the tumults of society.\\n44 He that loveth a book, says Isaac Barrow,\\n44 will never want a faithful friend, a whole-\\nsome counselor, a cheerful companion, an\\neffectual comforter. By study, by reading,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "38 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nby thinking, one may innocently divert and\\npleasantly entertain himself, as in all weathers,\\nso in all fortunes.\\nSouthey took a rather more melancholy\\nview:\\nMy days among the dead are pass d,\\nAround me I behold,\\nWhere er these casual eyes are cast,\\nThe mighty minds of old\\nMy never-failing friends are they,\\nWith whom I converse day by day.\\nImagine, in the words of Aikin, that we\\nhad it in our power to call up the shades of the\\ngreatest and wisest men that ever existed, and\\noblige them to converse with us on the most\\ninteresting topics what an inestimable privi-\\nlege should we think it! how superior to all\\ncommon enjoyments! But in a well- furnished\\nlibrary we, in fact, possess this power. We\\ncan question Xenophon and Caesar on their\\ncampaigns, make Demosthenes and Cicero\\nplead before us, join in the audiences of Soc-\\nrates and Plato, and receive demonstrations\\nfrom Euclid and Newton. In books we have\\nthe choicest thoughts of the ablest men in their\\nbest dress.\\n44 Books, says Jeremy Collier, are a guide\\nin youth and an entertainment for age. They\\nsupport us under solitude, and keep us from\\nbeing a burthen to ourselves. They help us\\nto forget the crossness of men and things;\\ncompose our cares and our passions and lay\\nour disappointments asleep. When we are\\nweary of the living, we may repair to the dead.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 39\\nwho have nothing of peevishness, pride, or\\ndesign in their conversation.\\nCicero described a room without books as a\\nbody without a soul. But it is by no means\\nnecessary to be a philosopher to love reading.\\nSir John Herschel tells an amusing anecdote\\nillustrating the pleasure derived from a book,\\nnot assuredly of the first order. In a certain\\nvillage the blacksmith had got hold of Richard-\\nson s novel, Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded, and\\nused to sit on his anvil in the long summer\\nevenings and read it aloud to a large and\\nattentive audience. It is by no means a short\\nbook, but they fairly listened to it all. At\\nlength, when the happy turn of fortune arrived,\\nwhich brings the hero and heroine together,\\nand sets them living long and happily accord-\\ning to the most approved rules, the congrega-\\ntion were so delighted as to raise a great shout,\\nand procuring the church keys, actually set\\nthe parish bells ringing.\\nThe lover of reading, says Leigh Hunt,\\nwill derive agreeable terror from Sir Ber-\\ntram and the Haunted Chamber; will assent\\nwith delighted reason to every sentence in\\nMrs. Barbaula s Essay will feel himself wan-\\ndering into solitudes with Gray; shake honest\\nhands with Sir Roger de Coverley be ready\\nto embrace Parson Adams, and to chuck\\nPounce out of the window instead of the hat\\nwill travel with Marco Polo and Mungo Park\\nstay at home with Thomson retire with Cow-\\nley be industrious with Hutton sympathizing\\nwith Gay and Mrs. Inchbald; laughing with", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "40 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\n(and at) Buncle melancholy, and forlorn, and\\nself-restored with the shipwrecked mariner of\\nDe Foe.\\nCarlyle has wisely said that a collection of\\nbooks is a real university.\\nThe importance of books has been appreci-\\nated in many quarters where we might least\\nexpect it. Among the hardy Norsemen runes\\nwere supposed to be endowed with miraculous\\npower. There is an Arabic proverb, that t4 a\\nwise man s day is worth a fool s life, and\\nthough it rather perhaps reflects the spirit of\\nthe Califs than of the Sultans, that the ink\\nof science is more precious than the blood of\\nthe martyrs.\\nConfucius is said to have described himself\\nas a man who in his eager pursuit of knowl-\\nedge forgot his food, who in the joy of its\\nattainment forgot his sorrows, and did not even\\nperceive that old age was coming on.\\nYet, if this could be said by the Chinese and\\nthe Arabs, what language can be strong enough\\nto express the gratitude we ought to feel for\\nthe advantages we enjoy! We do not appre-\\nciate, I think, our good fortune in belonging to\\nthe nineteenth century. Sometimes, indeed,\\none may be inclined to wish that one had not\\nlived quite so soon, and to long for a glimpse\\nof the books, even the school-books, of one\\nhundred years hence. A hundred years ago\\nnot only were books extremely expensive and\\ncumbrous, many of the most delightful books\\nwere still uncreated such as the works of\\nScott, Thackeray, Dickens, Bulwer Lytton,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 4]\\nand Trollope, not to mention living authors.\\nHow much more interesting science has\\nbecome, especially if I were to mention only-\\none name, through the genius of Darwin!\\nRenan has characterized this as a most amusing\\ncentury; I should rather have described it as\\nmost interesting: presenting us with an end-\\nless vista of absorbing problems, with infinite\\nopportunities; with more than the excite-\\nments, and less of the dangers, which sur-\\nrounded our less fortunate ancestors.\\nReading, indeed, is by no means necessarily\\nstudy. Far from it. I put, says Mr.\\nFrederic Harrison, in his excellent article on\\nthe Choice of Books, I put the poetic and\\nemotional side of literature as the most needed\\nfor daily use.\\nIn the prologue to the Legends of Goode\\nWomen, Chaucer says\\n11 And as for me, though that I konne but lyte,\\nOn bokes for to rede I me delyte.\\nAnd to him give I feyth and ful credence,\\nAnd in myn herte have him in reverence,\\nSo hertely, that ther is game noon,\\nThat fro my bokes maketh me to goon,\\nBut yt be seldome on the holy day,\\nSave, certynly, when that the monthe of May\\nIs comen, and that I here the foules synge,\\nAnd that the rloures gynnen for to sprynge,\\nFarewel my boke, and my devocion.\\nBut I doubt whether, if he had enjoyed our\\nadvantages, he could have been so certain of\\ntearing himself away even in the month of\\nMay.\\nMacaulay, who had all that wealth and fame,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "42 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nrank ana talents could give, yet, we are told,\\nderived his greatest happiness from books.\\nSir G. Trevelyan, in his charming biography\\nsays that of the feelings which Macaulay\\nentertained toward the great minds of bygone\\nages it is not for any one except himself to\\nspeak. He has told us how his debt to them\\nwas incalculable; how they guided him to\\ntruth; how they filled his mind with noble and\\ngraceful images how they stood by him in all\\nvicissitudes comforters in sorrow, nurses in\\nsickness, companions in solitude, the old\\nfriends who are never seen with new faces;\\nwho are the same in wealth and in poverty, in\\nglory and in obscurity. Great as were the\\nhonors and possessions which Macaulay\\nacquired by his pen, all who knew him were\\nwell aware that the titles and rewards which\\nhe gained by his own works were as nothing\\nin the balance as compared with the pleasure\\nhe derived from the works of others.\\nThere was no society in London so agreeable\\nthat Macaulay would have preferred it at\\nbreakfast or at dinner to the company of\\nSterne or Fielding, Horace Walpole, or Bos-\\nwell.\\nThe love of reading which Gibbon declared\\nhe would not exchange for all the treasures of\\nIndia was, in fact, with Macaulay a main\\nelement of happiness in one of the happiest\\nlives that it has ever fallen to the lot of the\\nbiographer to record.\\nHistory, says Fuller, maketh a young\\nman to be old without either wrinkles or gray", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 43\\nhair, privileging him with the experience of\\nage without either the infirmities or the incon-\\nveniences thereof.\\nSo delightful, indeed, are our books that we\\nmust be careful not to neglect other duties for\\nthem; in cultivating the mind we must not\\nneglect the body.\\nTo the lover of literature or science exercise\\noften presents itself as an irksome duty, and\\nmany a one has felt like the fair pupil of\\nAscham, who, while the horns were sounding\\nand dogs in full cry, sat in the lonely oriel with\\neyes riveted to that immortal page which tells\\nhow meekly and bravely the first martyr of\\nintellectual liberty took the cup from his\\nweeping jailor.\\nStill, as the late Lord Derby justly observed,\\nthose who do not find time for exercise will\\nhave to find time for illness.\\nBooks are now so cheap as to be within the\\nreach of almost every one. This was not\\nalways so. It is quite a recent blessing. Mr.\\nIreland, to whose charming little Book Lover s\\nEnchiridion, in common with every lover of\\nreading, I am greatly indebted, tells us that\\nwhen a boy he was so delighted with White s\\nNatural History of Selborne, that in order to\\npossess a copy of his own he actually copied out\\nthe whole work.\\nMary Lamb gives a pathetic description of\\na studious boy lingering at a bookstall\\nM I saw a boy with eager eye\\nOpen a book upon a stall,\\nAnd read, as he d devour it all;", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "44 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nWhich, when the stall-man did espy,\\nSoon to the boy I heard him call,\\nYou, sir, you never buy a book,\\nTherefore in one you shall not look.\\nThe boy passed slowly on, and with a sigh\\nHe wished he never had been taught to read,\\nThen of the old churl s books he should have had no\\nneed.\\nSuch snatches of literature have, indeed, a\\nspecial and peculiar charm. This is, I believe,\\npartly due to the very fact of their being brief.\\nMany readers, I think, miss much of the pleas-\\nure of reading by forcing themselves to dwell\\ntoo long continuously on one subject. In a\\nlong railway journey, for instance, many per-\\nsons take only a single book. The conse-\\nquence is that, unless it is a story, after half\\nan hour or an hour they are quite tired of it.\\nWhereas, if they had two, or still better three,\\non different subjects, and one of them being of\\nan amusing character, they would probably\\nfind that by changing as soon as they felt at all\\nweary, they would come back again and again\\nto each with renewed zest, and hovir after hour\\npass pleasantly away. Every one, of course,\\nmust judge for himself, but such at least is my\\nexperience.\\nI quite agree, therefore, with Lord Idde-\\nsleigh, as to the charm of desultory reading,\\nbut the wider the field the more important that\\nwe should benefit by the very best books in\\neach class. Not that we need confine ourselves\\nto them, but that we should commence with\\nthem, and they will certainly lead us on to\\nothers. There are of course some books which", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 45\\nwe must read, mark, learn, and inwardly di-\\ngest. But these are exceptions. As regards by-\\nfar the larger number, it is probably better to\\nread them quickly, dwelling only on the best\\nand most important passages. In this way, no\\ndoubt, we shall lose much, but we gain more\\nby ranging over a wider field. We may, in\\nfact, I think, apply to reading Lord Brough-\\nam s wise dictum as regards education, and\\nsay that it is well to read everything of some-\\nthing and something of everything. In this\\nway only we can ascertain the bent of our own\\ntastes, for it is a general, though not of course\\nan invariable rule, that we profit little by\\nbooks which we do not enjoy.\\nEvery one, however, may suit himself.\\nThe variety is endless.\\nWe may sit in our library and yet be in all\\nquarters of the earth. We may travel round\\nthe world with Captain Cook or Darwin, with\\nKingsley or Ruskin, who will show us much\\nmore perhaps than ever we should see for our-\\nselves. The world itself has no limits for us;\\nHumboldt and Herschel will carry us far\\naway to the mysterious nebulae, far beyond the\\nsun and even the stars; time has no more\\nbounds than space history stretches out be-\\nhind us, and geology will carry us back for mil-\\nlions of years before the creation of man, even\\nto the origin of the material Universe itself.\\nWe are not limited even to one plane of\\nthought. Aristotle and Plato will transport us\\ninto a sphere none the less delightful because\\nit acquires some training to appreciate it. We", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "46 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nmay make a library, if we do but rightly use\\nit, a true paradise on earth, a garden of Eden\\nwithout its one drawback, for all is open to us,\\nincluding and especially the fruit of the tree\\nof knowledge for which we are told that our\\nfirst mother sacrificed all the rest. Here we\\nmay read the most important histories, the\\nmost exciting volumes of travels and adven-\\ntures, the most interesting stories, the most\\nbeautiful poems, we may meet the most emi-\\nnent statesmen and poets and philosophers,\\nbenefit by the ideas of the greatest thinkers,\\nand enjoy all the greatest creations of human\\ngenius.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 47\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nTHE CHOICE OF BOOKS.*\\nAll round the room my silent servants wait\\nMy friends in every season, bright and dim,\\nAngels and Seraphim\\nCome down and murmur to me, sweet and low,\\nAnd spirits of the skies all come and go\\nEarly and late. \u00e2\u0080\u0094Proctor.\\nAnd yet too often they wait in vain. One\\nreason for this is, I think, that people are\\noverwhelmed by the crowd of books offered to\\nthem. There are books and books, and there\\nare books which, as Lamb said, are not books\\nat all.\\nIn old days books were rare and dear. Our\\nancestors had a difficulty in procuring them.\\nOur difficulty now is what to select. We\\nmust be careful what we read, and not like the\\nsailors of Ulysses, take bags of wind for sacks\\nof treasure not only lest we should even now\\nfall into the error of the Greeks, and suppose\\nthat language and definitions can be instru-\\nments of investigation as well as of thought,\\nbut lest, as too often happens, we should\\nwaste time over trash. There are many books\\nto which one may apply in the sarcastic sense\\nthe ambiguous remark said to have been\\nDelivered at the London Working Men s College.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "48 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nmade to an unfortunate author, I will lose\\nno time in reading your book.\\nIt is wonderful, indeed, how much innocent\\nhappiness we thoughtlessly throw away. An\\nEastern proverb says that calamities sent by\\nheaven may be avoided, but from those we\\nbring on ourselves there is no escape.\\nMany, I believe, are deterred from attempt-\\ning what are called stiff books for fear they\\nshould not understand them but, as Hobbes\\nsaid, there are few who need complain of the\\nnarrowness of their minds, if only they would\\ndo their best with them.\\nIn reading, however, it is most important to\\nselect subjects in which one is interested. I\\nremember years ago consulting Mr. Darwin as\\nto the selection of a course of stud}^. He asked\\nme what interested me most, and advised me\\nto choose that subject. This, indeed, applies\\nto the work of life generally.\\nI am sometimes disposed to think that the\\ngreat readers of the next generation will be,\\nnot our lawyers and doctors, shopkeepers and\\nmanufacturers, but the laborers and mechanics.\\nDoes not this seem natural? The former work\\nmainly with their head; when their daily\\nduties are over the brain is often exhausted,\\nand of their leisure time much must be devoted\\nto air and exercise. The laborer and me-\\nchanic, on the contrary, besides working often\\nfor much shorter hours, have in their work-\\ntime taken sufficient bodily exercise, and could,\\ntherefore, give any leisure they might have to\\nreading and study. They have not done so as", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 49\\nyet, it is true but this has been for obvious\\nreasons. Now, however, in the first place,\\nthey receive an excellent education in elemen-\\ntary schools, and in the second have more easy\\naccess to the best books.\\nRuskin has observed he does not wonder at\\nwhat men suffer, but he often wonders at what\\nthey lose. We suffer much, no doubt, from\\nthe faults of others, but we lose much more by\\nour own ignorance.\\nIt is one thing to own a library; it is, how-\\never, another to use it wisely. If, says Sir\\nJohn Herschel, 4 I were to pray for a taste\\nwhich should stand me in stead under every\\nvariety of circumstances, and be a source of\\nhappiness and cheerfulness to me through life,\\nand a shield against its ills, however things\\nmight go amiss and the world frown upon me,\\nit would be a taste for reading. I speak of it\\nof course only as a worldly advantage, and not\\nin the slightest degree as superseding or\\nderogating from the higher office and surer and\\nstronger panoply of religious principles but\\nas a taste, an instrument, and a mode of pleas-\\nurable gratification. Give a man this taste,\\nand the means of gratifying it, and you can\\nhardly fail of making a happy man, unless,\\nindeed, you put into his hands a most perverse\\nselection of books.\\nI have often been astonished how little care\\npeople devote to the selection of what they\\nread. Books, we know, are almost innumer-\\nable; our hours for reading are, alas! very\\nfew. And yet many people read almost by\\n4 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "50 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nhazard. They will take any book they chance\\nto find in a room at a friend s house; they\\nwill buy a novel at a railway-stall if it has an\\nattractive title indeed, I believe in some cases\\neven the binding affects their choice. The\\nselection is, no doubt, far from easy. I have\\noften wished some one would recommend a\\nlist of a hundred good books. If we had such\\nlists drawn up by a few good guides they\\nwould be most useful. I have indeed some-\\ntimes heard it said that in reading every one\\nmust choose for himself, but this reminds me\\nof the recommendation not to go into the\\nwater till you can swim.\\nIn the absence of such lists I have picked out\\nthe books most frequently mentioned with\\napproval by those who have referred directly\\nor indirectly to the pleasure of reading, and\\nhave ventured to include some which, though\\nless frequently mentioned, are especial favor-\\nites of my own. Every one who looks at the\\nlist will wish to suggest other books, as, indeed,\\nI should myself, but in that case the number\\nwould soon run up.\\nI have abstained, for obvious reasons, from\\nmentioning works by living authors, though\\nfrom many of them Tennyson, Ruskin, and\\nothers I have myself derived the keenest en-\\njoyment and have omitted works on science,\\nwith one or two exceptions because the sub-\\nject is so progressive.\\nI feel that the attempt is over bold, and I\\nmust beg for indulgence; but, indeed, one\\nobject which I had in view is to stimulate", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 51\\nothers more competent far than I am to give\\nus the advantage of their opinions.\\nMoreover, I must repeat that I suggest these\\nworks rather as those which, as far as I have\\nseen, have been most frequently recom-\\nmended, than as suggestions of my own,\\nthough I have slipped in a few of my own\\nspecial favorites.\\nIn the absence of such lists we may fall back\\non the general verdict of mankind. There, is\\na struggle for existence* and a survival of\\nthe fittest among books, as well as among\\nanimals and plants. As Alonzo of Aragon said,\\n4 Age is a recommendation in four things\\nold wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends\\nto trust, and old books to read. Still, this\\ncannot be accepted without important qualifi-\\ncations. The most recent books of history and\\nscience contain, or ought to contain, the most\\naccurate information and the most trustworthy\\nconclusions. Moreover, while the books of\\nother races and times have an interest from\\ntheir very distance, it must be admitted that\\nmany will still more enjoy, and feel more at\\nhome with, those of our own century and\\npeople.\\nYet the oldest books of the world are remark-\\nable and interesting on account of their very\\nage and the works which have influenced the\\nopinions, or charmed the leisure hours, of mil-\\nlions of men in distant times and far-away re-\\ngions are well worth reading on that very\\naccount, even if they seem scarcely to deserve\\ntheir reputation. It is true that to many of us", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "52 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nsuch works are accessible only in translations;\\nbut translations, though they can never per-\\nhaps do justice to the original, may yet be\\nadmirable in themselves. The Bible itself,\\nwhich must stand first in the list, is a conclu-\\nsive case.\\nAt the head of all non-Christian moralists, I\\nmust place the Enchiridion of Epictetus, cer-\\ntainly one of the noblest books in the whole of\\nliterature; so short, moreover, so accessible,\\nand so well translated that it is always a source\\nof wonder to me that it is so little read.\\nWith Epictetus I think must come Marcus\\nAurelius. The Analects of Confucius will, I\\nbelieve, prove disappointing to most English\\nreaders, but the effect if has produced on the\\nmost numerous race of men constitutes in itself\\na peculiar interest. The Ethics of Aristotle,\\nperhaps, appear to some disadvantage from\\nthe very fact that they have so profoundly in-\\nfluenced our views of morality. The Koran,\\nlike the Analects of Confucius, will to most\\nof us derive its principal interest from the\\neffect it has exercised, and still exercises, on\\nso many millions of our fellow-men. I doubt\\nwhether in any other respect it will seem to\\nrepay perusal, and to most persons probably\\ncertain extracts, not too numerous, would ap-\\npear sufficient.\\nThe writings of the Apostolic Fathers have\\nbeen collected in one volume by Wake. It is\\nbut a small one, and though I must humbly\\nconfess that I was disappointed, they are per-\\nhaps all the more curious from the contrast", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 53\\nthey afford to those of the Apostles themselves.\\nOf the later Fathers I have included only\\nthe Confessions of St. Augustine, which Dr.\\nPusey selected for the commencement of the\\nLibrary of the Fathers and which, as he\\nobserves, has been translated again and again\\ninto almost every European language, and in\\nall loved though Luther was of opinion that\\nhe wrote nothing to the purpose concerning\\nfaith but then Luther was no great admirer\\nof the Fathers. St. Jerome, he says, writes,\\nalas! very coldly Chrysostom digresses\\nfrom the chief points St. Jerome is very\\npoor; and in fact, he says, the more I read\\nthe books of the Fathers the more I find my-\\nself offended; while Renan, in his interesting\\nautobiography, compared theology to a Gothic\\nCathedral, elle a la grandeur, les vides irn-\\nmenses, et le peu de soldite.\\nAmong other devotional works most fre-\\nquently recommended are Thomas a Kempis s\\nImitation of Christ, Pascal s Pensees, Spinoza s\\nTractatus Theologico-Politicus, Butler s An-\\nalogy of Religion, Jeremy Taylor s Holy Living\\nand Dying, Keble s beautiful Christian Year,\\nand last, not least, Bunyan s Pilgrim s Prog-\\nress.\\nAristotle and Plato again stand at the head\\nof another class. The Politics of Aristotle,\\nand Plato s Dialogues, if not the whole, at any\\nrate the Phaedo, the Apology, and the Repub-\\nlic, will be of course read by all who wish to\\nknow anything of the history of human\\nthought, though I am heretical enough to", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "54 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ndoubt whether the latter repays the minute and\\nlaborious study often devoted to it.\\nAristotle being the father, if not the creator,\\nof the modern scientific method, it has fol-\\nlowed naturally indeed, almost inevitably\\nthat his principles have become part of our\\nvery intellectual being, so that they seem now\\nalmost self-evident, while his actual observa-\\ntions, though very remarkable, as, for instance,\\nwhen he observes that bees on one journey\\nconfine themselves to one kind of flower still\\nhave been in many cases superseded by others\\ncarried on under more favorable conditions.\\nWe must not be ungrateful to the great master,\\nbecause his own lessons have taught us how\\nto advance.\\nPlato, on the other hand, I say so with all\\nrespect, seems to me in some cases to play on\\nwords: his arguments are very able, very phil-\\nosophical, often very noble; but not always\\nconclusive; in a language differently con-\\nstructed they might sometimes tell in exactly\\nthe opposite sense. If this method has proved\\nless fruitful, if in metaphysics we have made\\nbut little advance, that very fact in one point\\nof view leaves the Dialogues of Socrates as\\ninstructive now as ever they were while the\\nproblems with which they deal will always\\nrouse our interest, as the calm and lofty spirit\\nwhich inspires them must command our admir-\\nation.\\nI would also mention Demosthenes s De\\nCorona, which Lord Brougham pronounced\\nthe greatest oration of the greatest of orators;", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 55\\nLucretius, Plutarch s Lives, Horace, and at\\nleast the De Officiis, De Amicitia and De\\nSenectute of Cicero.\\nThe great epics of the world have always\\nconstituted one of the most popular branches\\nof literature. Yet how few, comparatively,\\never read the Iliad or Odyssey, Hesiod or\\nVirgil, after leaving school.\\nThe Nibelungenlied, our great Anglo-Saxon\\nepic, is perhaps too much neglected, no doubt\\non account of its painful character. Brunhild\\nand Kriemhild, indeed, are far from perfect,\\nbut we meet with few such live women in\\nGreek or Roman literature. Nor must I omit\\nto mention Sir T. Malory s Morte d Arthur,\\nthough I confess I do so mainly in deference to\\nthe judgment of others.\\nAmong the Greek tragedians, JEschylus, if\\nnot all his works, at any rate Prometheus, per-\\nhaps the sublimest poem in Greek literature,\\nand the Triology (Mr. Symonds in his Greek\\nPoets speaks of the unrivaled majesty of the\\nAgamemnon, and Mark Pattison considered it\\nthe grandest work of creative genius in the\\nwhole range of literature or, as Mr. Grant\\nDuff recommends, the Persae; Sophocles\\n(JEdipus Tyrannus), Euripides (Medea), and\\nAristophanes (The Knights and Clouds)\\nSchlegel says that probably even the greatest\\nscholar does not understand half his jokes;\\nthough I think most modern readers will prefer\\nour modern poets.\\nI should like, moreover, to say a word for\\nEastern poetry, such as portions of the Maha", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "56 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nBharata and Ramayana (too long probably\\nto be read through, but of which Talboys\\nWheeler has given a most interesting epitome\\nin the two first volumes of his History of\\nIndia) the Shah-nameh, the work of the great\\nPersian poet, Firdusi; and the Sheking, the\\nclassical collection of ancient Chinese odes.\\nMany, I know, will think I ought to have in-\\ncluded Omar Khayyam.\\nIn history we are beginning to feel that the\\nvices and vicissitudes of kings and queens,\\nthe dates of battles and wars, are far less im-\\nportant than the development of human\\nthought, the progress of art, of science, and of\\nlaw, and the subject is on that very account\\neven more interesting than ever. I will, how-\\never, only mention, and that rather from a\\nliterary than a historical point of view, Herod-\\notus, Xenophon (the Anabasis), Thucydides,\\nand Tacitus (Germania) and of modern histo-\\nrians, Gibbon s Decline and Fall, Hume s His-\\ntory of England, Carlyle s French Revolution,\\nGrote s History of Greece, and Green s Short\\nHistory of the English People.\\nScience is so rapidly progressive that, though\\nto many minds it is the most fruitful and\\ninteresting subject of all, I cannot here rest on\\nthat agreement which, rather than my own\\nopinion, I take as the basis of my list. I will\\ntherefore only mention Bacon s Novum Or-\\nganum, Mill s Logic, and Darwin s Origin of\\nSpecies in Political Economy, which some of\\nour rulers now scarcely seem sufficiently to\\nvalue, Mill, and parts of Smith s Wealth of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 57\\nNations, for probably those who do not intend to\\nmake a special study of political economy\\nwould scarcely read the whole.\\nAmong voyages and travels, perhaps those\\nmost frequently suggested are Cook s Voy-\\nages, Humboldt s Travels, and Darmin s\\nNaturalist s Journal; though I confess I should\\nlike to have added many more.\\nMr. Bright not long ago specially recom-\\nmended the less known American poets, but\\nhe probably assumed that every one would\\nhave read Shakespeare, Milton (Paradise Lost,\\nLycidas, and minor poems), Chaucer, Dante,\\nSpenser, Dryden, Scott, Wordsworth, Pope,\\nSouthey, Byron, and others, before embarking\\non more doubtful adventures.\\nAmong other books most frequently recom-\\nmended are Goldsmith s Vicar of Wakefield,\\nSwift s Gulliver s Travels, Defoe s Robinson\\nCrusoe, The Arabian Nights, Don Quixote,\\nBoswell s Life of Johnson, White s Natural\\nHistory of Selborne, Burke s Select Works\\n(Payne), the Essays of Bacon, Addison, Hume,\\nMontaigne, Macaulay, and Emerson; the\\nplays of Moliere and Sheridan; Carlyle s Past\\nand Present, Smiles s Self-Help, and Goethe s\\nFaust and Autobiography.\\nNor can one go wrong in recommending\\nBerkeley s Human Knowledge, Descartes s\\nDiscourse sur la Methode, Locke s Conduct of the\\nUnderstanding, Lewes s History of Philos-\\nophy; while, in order to keep within the num-\\nber one hundred, I can only mention Moliere\\nand Sheridan among dramatists. Macaulay", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "58 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nconsidered Marivaux s La Vie de Marianne the\\nbest novel in any language, but my number\\nis so nearly complete that I must content my-\\nself with English; and will suggest Miss\\nAusten (either Emma or Pride and Prejudice),\\nThackeray (Vanity Fair and Pendennis), Dick-\\nens (Pickwick and David Copperfield), G.\\nEliot (Adam Bede or The Mill on the Floss),\\nKingsley (Westward Ho!), Lytton (Last Days\\nof Pompeii), and last, not least, those of Scott,\\nwhich, indeed, constitute a library in them-\\nselves, but which I must ask, in return for my\\ntrouble, to be allowed, as a special favor, to\\ncount as one.\\nTo any lover of books the very mention of\\nthese names brings back a crowd of delicious\\nmemories, grateful recollections of peaceful\\nhome hours, after the labors and anxieties of\\nthe day. How thankful we ought to be for\\nthese inestimable blessings, for this number-\\nless host of friends who never weary, betray,\\nor forsake us!\\nLIST OF 100 BOOKS.\\nWorks by Living Authors are omitted.\\nThe Bible\\nThe Meditations of Marcus Aurelius\\nEpictetus\\nAristotle s Ethics\\nAnalects of Confucius\\nSt. Hilaire s Le Bouddha et sa religion\\nWake s Apostolic Fathers\\nThos. a Kempis s Imitation of Christ", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 59\\nConfessions of St. Augustine (Dr. Pusey)\\nThe Koran (portions of)\\nSpinoza s Tractatus Theologico-Politicus\\nComte s Catechism of Positive Philosophy\\nPascal s Pensees\\nButler s Analogy of Religion\\nTaylor s Holy Living and Dying\\nBunyan s Pilgrim s Progress\\nKeble s Christian Year\\nPlato s Dialogues; at any rate, the Apology,\\nPhaedo, and Republic\\nXenophon s Memorabilia\\nAristotle s Politics\\nDemosthenes s De Corona\\nCicero s De Officiis, De Amicitia, and De\\nSenectute\\nPlutarch s Lives\\nBerkeley s Human Knowledge\\nDescartes s Discours sur la Methode\\nLocke s On the Conduct of the Understand-\\ning.\\nHomer\\nHesiod\\nVirgil\\n{Epitomized in Talboys\\nWheeler s History of\\nIndia, vols. i. and ii.\\nRamayana\\nThe Shahnameh\\nThe Nibelungenlied\\nMalory s Morte d Arthur\\nThe Sheking", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "60 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\niEschylus s Prometheus\\nTrilogy of Orestes\\nSophocles s CEdipus\\nEuripides s Medea\\nAristophane s The Knights and Clouds\\nHorace\\nLucretius\\nChaucer s Canterbury Tales (Perhaps in\\nMorris s edition; or, if expurgated, in\\nC.Clarke s or Mrs. Haweis s)\\nShakespeare\\nMilton s Paradise Lost, Lycidas, and the\\nshorter poems\\nDante s Divina Commedia\\nSpenser s Fairie Queen\\nDryden s Poems\\nScott s Poems\\nWordsworth (Mr. Arnold s selection)\\nSouthey s Thalaba the Destroyer\\nThe Curse of Kehama\\nPope s Essay on Criticism\\nEssay on Man\\nRape of the Lock\\nBurns\\nByron s Childe Harold\\nGray\\nHerodotus\\nXenophon s Anabasis\\nThucydides\\nTacitus s Germania\\nLivy\\nGibbon s Decline and Fall\\nHume s History of England", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 61\\nGrote s History of Greece\\nCarlyle s French Revolution\\nGreen s Short History of England\\nLewes s History of England\\nArabian Nights\\nSwift s Gulliver s Travels\\nDefoe s Robinson Crusoe\\nGoldsmith s Vicar of Wakefield\\nCervantes s Don Quixote\\nBoswell s Life of Johnson\\nMoliere\\nSheridan s The Critic, School for Scandal,\\nand The Rivals\\nCarlyle s Past and Present\\nSmiles s Self-Help\\nBacon s Novum Organum\\nSmith s Wealth of Nations (part of)\\nMill s Political Economy\\nCook s Voyages\\nHumboldt s Travels\\nWhite s Natural History of Selborne\\nDarwin s Origin of Species\\nNaturalist s Voyage\\nMill s Logic\\nBacon s Essays\\nMontaigne s Essays\\nHume s Essays\\nMacaulay s Essays\\nAddison s Essays\\nEmerson s Essays\\nBurke s Select works", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "62 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nVoltaire s Zadig\\nGoethe s Faust, and Autobiography\\nMiss Austen s Emma, or Pride and Preju-\\ndice\\nThackeray s Vanity Fair\\nPendennis\\nDickens s Pickwick\\nDavid Copperfield\\nLytton s Last days of Pompeii\\nGeorge Eliot s Adam Bede\\nKingsley s Westward Ho!\\nScott s Novels", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 63\\nCHAPTER V.\\nTHE BLESSING OF FRIENDS.*\\nThey seem to take away the sun from the world who\\nwithdrew friendship from life; for we have received\\nnothing better from the Immortal Gods, nothing more\\ndelightful. Cicero.\\nMost of those who have written in praise of\\nbooks have thought they could say nothing\\nbetter of them than to compare them to\\nfriends.\\nSocrates said that all people have their\\ndifferent objects of ambition horses, dogs,\\nmoney, honor, as the case man be but for\\nhis own part he would rather have a good\\nfriend than all these put together. And\\nagain, men know the number of their other\\npossessions, although they might be very\\nnumerous, but of their friends, though but\\nfew, they were not only ignorant of the num-\\nber, but even when they attempted to reckon\\nit to such as asked them, they set aside again\\nsome that they had previously counted among\\ntheir friends; so little did they allow their\\nfriends to occupy their thoughts. Yet in com-\\nparison with what possession, of all others,\\n*The substance of this was delivered at the London\\nWorking Men s College.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "64 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nwould not a good friend appear far more val-\\nuable?\\n44 As to the value of other things/ says\\nCicero, most men differ; concerning friend-\\nship all have the same opinion. What can be\\nmore foolish than, when men are possessed of\\ngreat influence by their wealth, power, and\\nresources, to procure other things which are\\nbought by money horses, slaves, rich apparel,\\ncostly vases and not to procure friends, the\\nmost valuable and fairest furniture of life?\\nAnd yet, he continues, 44 every man can tell\\nhow many goats or sheep he possesses, but not\\nhow many friends. In the choice, moreover,\\nof a dog or of a horse, we exercise the greatest\\ncare we inquire into its pedigree, its training\\nand character, and yet we too often leave the\\nselection of our friends, which is of infinitely\\ngreater importance by whom our whole life\\nwill be more or less influenced either for good\\nor evil almost to chance.\\nNo doubt, much as worthy friends add to the\\nhappiness and value of life, we must in the\\nmain depend on ourselves, and every one is his\\nown best friend or worst enemy.\\nSad, indeed, is Bacon s assertion that 4 there\\nis little friendship in the world, and least of all\\nbetween equals, which was wont to be mag-\\nnified. That that is, is between superior and\\ninferior, whose fortunes may comprehend the\\none to the other. But this can hardly be\\ntaken as his deliberate opinion, for he else-\\nwhere says, but we may go farther, and affirm\\nmost truly, that it is a mere and miserable sol-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "In the choice of a horse we exercise care. Page 64.\\nPleasures of Life.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 65\\nitude to want true friends, without which the\\nworld is but a wilderness. Not only, he adds,\\ndoes friendship introduce daylight in the\\nunderstanding out of darkness and confusion of\\nthoughts; it maketh a fair day in the affec-\\ntions from storm and tempests: in consulta-\\ntion with a friend a man tosseth his thoughts\\nmore easily; he marshaleth them more orderly;\\nhe seeth how they look when they are turned\\ninto words; finally, he waxeth wiser than him-\\nself, and that more by an hour s discourse than\\nby a day s meditation. But little do\\nmen perceive what solitude is, and how far it\\nextendeth, for a crowd is not company, and\\nfaces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but\\na tinkling cymbal where there is no love.\\nWith this I cannot altogether concur.\\nSurely even strangers may be most interest-\\ning! and many will agree with Dr. Johnson\\nwhen, describing a pleasant evening, he\\nsummed it up Sir, we had a good talk.\\nIt is no doubt true, as the Autocrat of the\\nBreakfast Table says, that all men are bores\\nexcept when we want them. And Sir Thomas\\nBrowne quaintly observes that unthinking\\nheads who have not learnt to be alone are a\\nprison to themselves if they be not with others\\nwhereas, on the contrary, those whose thoughts\\nare in a fair and hurry within, are sometimes\\nfain to retire into company to be out of the\\ncrowd of themselves. Still I do not quite\\nunderstand Emerson s idea that men descend\\nto meet. In another place, indeed, he quali-\\nfies the statement, and says, Almost all peo-\\n5 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "66 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\npie descend to meet. Even so I should ven-\\nture to question it, especially considering the\\ncontext. All associations, he adds, must be\\na compromise, and, what is worse, the very\\nflower and aroma of the flower of each of the\\nbeautiful natures disappears as they approach\\neach other. What a sad thought Is it really\\nso? Need it be so? And if it were so, would\\nfriends be any real advantage? I should have\\nthought that the influence of friends was ex-\\nactly the reverse that the flower of a beauti-\\nful nature would expand, and the colors grow\\nbrighter, when stimulated by the warmth and\\nsunshine of friendship.\\nMuch certainly of the happiness and purity\\nof our lives depends on our making a wise\\nchoice of our companions and friends. Many\\npeople seem to trust :n this matter to the chap-\\nter of accident. It is well and right, indeed,\\nto be courteous and considerate to. every one\\nwith whom one is thrown into contact, but to\\nchoose them as real friendc is another matter.\\nSome seem to make a man a friend, or try to\\ndo so, because he lives near, because he is in\\nthe same business, travels on the same line of\\nrailway, or for some other trival reason.\\nThere cannot be a greater mistake. These are\\nonly, in the words of Plutarch, the idols and\\nimages of friendship. If our friends are\\nbadly chosen they will inevitably drag us\\ndown; if well they will raise i:s up. To be\\nfriendly with every one is another matter we\\nmust remember that there is no little enemy,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. G7\\nand those \\\\yho have ever really loved any one,\\nwill have some tenderness for all.\\nThere is, indeed, some good in most men.\\nI have heard much, says Mr. Nasmyth in\\nhis charming autobiography, about the in-\\ngratitude and selfishness of the world. It may\\nhave been my good fortune, but I have never\\nexperienced either of these unfeeling condi-\\ntions. Such also has been my own experi-\\nence.\\nMen talk of unkind hearts, kind deeds\\nWith deeds unkind returning.\\nAlas the gratitude of men\\nHas oftener left me mourning. M\\nI cannot, then, agree with Emerson that we\\nwalk alone in the world. Friends such as we\\ndesire are dreams and fables. But a sublime\\nhope cheers ever the faithful heart, that else-\\nwhere in other regions of the universal power\\nsouls are now acting, enduring, and daring,\\nwhich can love us, and which we can love.\\nEpictetus gives very good advice when he\\ndissuades from conversation on the very sub-\\njects most commonly chosen, and advises that\\nit should be on none of the common subjects\\nnot about gladiators, nor horse-races, nor\\nabout athletes, nor about eating or drinking,\\nwhich are the usual subjects; and especially\\nnot about men, as blaming them; but when\\nhe adds, or praising them, the injunction\\nseems to me of doubtful value. Surely Marcus\\nAurelius more wisely advises that when thou\\nwishest to delight thyself, think of the virtues", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0082\u00ac8 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nof those who live with thee for instance, the\\nactivity of one, and the modesty of another,\\nand the liberality of a third, and some other\\ngood quality of a fourth. For nothing delights\\nso much as the examples of the virtues, when\\nthey are exhibited in the morals of those who\\nlive with us and present themselves in abund-\\nance, as far as is possible. Wherefore me must\\nkeep them before us. Yet how often we\\nknow merely the sight of those we call our\\nfriends, or the sound of their voices, but noth-\\ning whatever of their mind or soul.\\nWe must, moreover, be as careful to keep\\nfriends as to make them. The affections\\nshould not be mere tents of a night.\\nFriendship gives no privilege to make ourselves\\ndisagreeable. Some people never seem to\\nappreciate their friends till they have lost\\nthem. Anxagoras described the Mausoleum\\nas the ghost of wealth turned into stone.\\nBut he who has once stood beside the grave\\nto look back on the companionship which has\\nbeen forever closed, feeling how impotent then\\nare the wild love and the keen sorrow, to give\\none instant s pleasure to the pulseless heart, or\\natone in the lowest measure to the departed\\nspirit for the hour of unkindness, will scarcely\\nfor the future incur that debt to the heart which\\ncan only be discharged to the dust.\\nDeath, indeed, cannot sever friendship.\\nFriends, though absent, are still present,\\nthough in poverty they are rich though weak,\\nyet in the enjoyment of health and, what is\\nstill more difficult to assert, though dead they", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 6\\nare alive. 9 This seems a paradox, yet is there\\nnot much truth in his explanation? To me,\\nindeed, Scipio still lives, and will always live\\nfor I love the virtue of that man, and that\\nworth is not yet extinguished. Assuredly\\nof all things that either fortune or time has\\nbestowed on me, I have none which I can com-\\npare with the friendship of Scipio.\\nIf, then, we choose our friends for what they\\nare, not for what they have, and if we deserve\\nso great a blessing, then they will be always\\nwith us, preserved in absence, and even after\\ndeath in the 4 amber of memory.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "70 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER VI.\\nTHE VALUE OF TIME.*\\nEach day is a little life.\\nAll other good gifts depend on time for their\\nvalue. What are friends, books, or health, the\\ninterest of travel or the delights of home, if\\nwe have not time for their enjoyment? Time\\nis often said to be money, but it is more it is\\nlife and yet many who would cling desper-\\nately to life, think nothing of wasting time.\\nAsk of the wise, says Schiller in Lord Sher-\\nb rooke s translation,\\nThe moments we forego\\nEternity itself cannot retrieve.\\nAnd in the words of Dante,\\nFor who knows most, him loss of time most grieves.\\nNot that a life of drudgery should be our\\nideal. Far from it. Time spent in innocent\\nand rational enjoyments, in social and family\\nintercourse, in healthy games, is well and\\nwisely spent. Games not only keep the body\\nin health, but give a command over the\\nmuscles and limbs which cannot be overvalued.\\nThe substance of this was delivered at the Polytech-\\nnic Institution.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 71\\nMoreover, there are temptations which strong\\nexercise best enables us to resist.\\nIt is generally the idle who complain they\\ncannot find time to do that which they fancy\\nthey wish. In truth, people can generally find\\ntime for what they choose to do it is not really\\nthe time but the will that is wanting: and the\\nadvantage of leisure is mainly that we may\\nhave the power of choosing our own work not\\ncertainly that it confers any privilege of idle-\\nness.\\nFor it is not so much the hours that tell as\\nthe way we use them.\\nCircles are praised, not that excel\\nIn largeness, but th* exactly framed\\nSo life we praise, that does excel\\nNot in much time, but acting well.\\nIdleness, says Jeremy Taylor, is the\\ngreatest prodigality in the world; it throws\\naway that which is invaluable in respect of its\\npresent use, and irreparable when it is past,\\nbeing to be recovered by no power of art or\\nnature.\\nA counted number of pulses only, says\\nPater, is given to us of a variegated aromatic\\nlife. How may we see in them all that is to be\\nseen in them by the finest senses? How can\\nwe pass most swiftly from point to point, and\\nbe present always at the focus where the great-\\nest number of vital forces unite in their purest\\nenergy?\\nTo burn always with this hard gem-like\\nflame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "72 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nlife. Failure is to form habits; for habit is\\nrelation to a stereotyped world while all\\nmelts under our feet, we may well catch at any\\nexquisite passion, or any contribution to knowl-\\nedge that seems, by a lifted horizon, to set the\\nspirit free for a moment.\\nI would not quote Lord Chesterfield as gen-\\nerally a safe guide, but there is certainly much\\nshrewd wisdom in his advice to his son with\\nreference to time. Every moment you now\\nlose, is so much character and advantage lost:\\nas on the other hand, every moment you now\\nemploy usefully, is so much time wisely laid\\nout, at prodigious interest.\\nAnd again, It is astonishing that any one\\ncan squander away in absolute idleness one\\nsingle moment of that small portion of time\\nwhich is allotted to us in the world. Know\\nthe true value of time; snatch, seize, and enjoy\\nevery moment of it.\\nAre you in earnest? seize this very minute\\nWhat you can do, or think you can, begin it.\\nI remember, says Hillard, a satirical poem,\\nin which the devil is represented as fishing for\\nmen, and adapting his bait to the tastes and\\ntemperaments of his prey; but the idlers were\\nthe easiest victims, for they swallowed even\\nthe naked hook. The mind of the idler\\nindeed preys upon itself.\\n44 The human heart is like a millstone in a\\nmill when you put wheat under it, it turns\\nand grinds and bruises the wheat to flour; if", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 73\\nyou put no wheat, it still grinds on\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and grinds i\\nitself away.\\nIt is not work, but care, that kills, and it is\\nin this sense, I suppose, that we are told to\\ntake no thought for the morrow. To con-\\nsider the lilies of the field, how they grow;\\nthey toil not, neither do they spin; and yet\\neven Solomon, in all his glory, was not arrayed\\nlike one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe\\nthe grass of the field, which to-day is, and\\nto-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not\\nmuch more clothe you, O ye of little faith\\nIt would, indeed, be a mistake to suppose that\\nthe lilies are idle or imprudent. On the con-\\ntrary, like all plants, they are most industrious,\\nand store up in their complex bulbs a great part\\nof the nourishment of one year to quicken the\\ngrowth of the next. Care, on the other hand,\\nthey certainly know not.\\nWasted time is worse than no time at all I\\nwasted time, says Richard II., and now doth\\ntime waste me.\\nHours have wings, fly up to the author of\\ntime, and carry news of our usage. All our\\nprayers cannot entreat one of them either to\\nreturn or slacken his pace. The misspents\\nof every minute are a new record against us in\\nheaven. Sure if we thought thus, we should\\ndismiss them with better reports, and not\\nsuffer them to fly away empty, or laden with\\ndangerous intelligence. How happy is it when\\nthey carry up not only the message, but the\\nfruits of good, and stay with the Ancient of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "74 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nDays to speak for us before His glorious\\nthrone.\\n44 He that is choice of his time, says Jeremy\\nTaylor, will also be choice of his company,\\nand choice of his actions; lest the first engage\\nhim in vanity and loss, and the latter, by\\nbeing criminal, be a throwing his time and\\nhimself away, and a going back in the accounts\\nof eternity.\\nIf we deduct the time required for sleep, for\\nmeals, for dressing, and undressing, for exer-\\ncise, etc., how little of our life is really at our\\nown disposal!\\nI have lived, said Lamb, nominally fifty\\nyears, but deduct from them the hours I have\\nlived for other people, and not for myself, and\\nyou will find me still a young fellow.\\nIt is not, however, the hours we live for other\\npeople which should be deducted, but those\\nwhich benefit neither oneself nor any one else\\nand these, alas! are often very numerous.\\nIt is wonderful, indeed, how much innocent\\nhappiness we thoughtlessly throw away. An\\nEastern proverb says that calamities sent by\\nheaven may be avoided, but from those we\\nbring ourselves there is no escape.\\nSome years ago I paid a visit to the principal\\nlake villages of Switzerland in company with\\na distinguished archaeologist, M. Morlot. To\\nmy surprise I found that his whole income was\\n^ioo a year, part of which, moreover, he spent\\nin making a small museum. I asked him\\nwhether he contemplated accepting any post or\\noffice, but he said certainly not. He valued", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 75\\nhis leisure and opportunities as priceless pos-\\nsessions far more than silver or gold, and would\\nnot waste any of his time in making money.\\nJust think of our advantages here in London\\nWe have access to the whole literature of the\\nworld; we may see in our National Gallery the\\nmost beautiful productions of former genera-\\ntions, and in the Royal Academy and other\\ngalleries works of the greatest living artists.\\nPerhaps there is no one who has ever found\\ntime to see the British Museum thoroughly.\\nYet consider what it contains or rather, what\\ndoes it not contain? The most gigantic of liv-\\ning and extinct animals, the marvelous mon-\\nsters of geological ages, the most beautiful\\nbirds and shells and minerals, the most inter-\\nesting antiquities, curious and fantastic speci-\\nmens illustrating different races of men;\\nexquisite gems, coins, glass, and china; the\\nElgin marbles, the remains of the Mausoleum:\\nof the temple of Diana of Ephesus; ancient\\nmonuments of Egypt and Assyria; the rude\\nimplements of our predecessors in England,\\nwho were coeval with the hippopotamus and\\nrhinoceros, the muskox, and the mammoth;\\nand beautiful specimens of Greek and Roman\\nart. In London we may unavoidably suffer,\\nbut no one has any excuse for being dull.\\nAnd yet some people are dull. They talk of\\na better world to come, while whatever dull-\\nness there may be here is all their own. Sir\\nArthur Helps has well said: What! dull,\\nwhen you do not know what gives its loveliness\\nof form to the lily, its depth of color to the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "76 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nviolet, its fragrance to the rose: when you do\\nnot know in what consists the venom of the\\nadder, any more than you can imitate the glad\\nmovements of the dove. What! dull, when\\nearth, air, and water are all alike mysteries to\\nyou, and when as you stretch out your hand\\nyou do not touch anything the properties of\\nwhich you have mastered; while all the time\\nNature is inviting you to talk earnestly with\\nher, to understand her, to subdue her, and to\\nbe blessed by her! Go away, man learn some-\\nthing, do something, understand something,\\nand let me hear no more of your dullness. M\\nTime, indeed, is a sacred gift, and each day\\nis a little life.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 77\\nCHAPTER VII.\\nTHE PLEASURES OF TRAVEL.*\\nI am a part of all that I have seen. Tennyson.\\nI am sometimes disposed to think that there\\nare few things in which we of this generation\\nenjoy greater advantages over our ancestors\\nthan in the increased facilities of travel but I\\nhesitate to say this, not because our advantages\\nare not great, but because I have already made\\nthe same remark with reference to several\\nother aspects of life.\\nThe very word travel is suggestive. It is\\na form of travail excessive labor; and, as\\nSkeat observes, it forcibly recalls the toil of\\ntravel in olden days. How different things are\\nnow!\\nIt is sometimes said that every one should\\ntravel on foot like Thales, Plato, and Pythag-\\noras we are told that in these days of rail-\\nroads, people rush through countries and see\\nnothing. It may be so, but that is not the\\nfault of the railways. They confer upon us\\nthe inestimable advantage of being able, so\\nrapidly and with so little fatigue, to visit coun-\\ntries which were much less accessible to our\\nancestors. What a blessing it is that not our\\nThe substance of this was delivered at Oldham,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "78 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nown islands only our smiling fields and ric*n\\nwoods, the mountains that are full of peace and\\nthe rivers of joy, the lakes and heather and\\nhills, castles, and cathedrals, and many a spot\\nimmortalized in the history of our country\\nbut the sun and scenery of the South, the Alps\\nand palaces of Nature, the blue Mediterranean,\\nthe cities of Europe, with all their memories\\nand treasures, are now brought within a few\\nhours of us. Surely no one who has the\\nopportunity should omit to travel. The world\\nbelongs to him who has seen it.\\nBacon tells us that the things to be seen\\nand observed are the courts of princes, especi-\\nally when they give audience to ambassadors;\\nthe courts of justice while they sit and hear\\ncauses; and so of consistories ecclesiastic; the\\nchurches and monasteries, with the monu-\\nments which are therein extant; the walls and\\nfortifications of cities and towns; and so the\\nhavens and harbors, antiquities and ruins,\\nlibraries, colleges, disputations, and lectures\\nwhen any are; shipping and navies; houses\\nand gardens of state and pleasure near great\\ncities; armories, arsenals, magazines, ex-\\nchanges, burses, warehouses, exercises of\\nhorsemanship, fencing, training of soldiers,\\nand the like; comedies, such whereunto the\\nbetter sort of persons do resort; treasuries of\\njewels and robes; cabinets and rarities; and,\\nto conclude, whatsoever is memorable in the\\nplaces where they go.\\nBut this depends on the time at our disposal,\\nand the object with which we travel. If we", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 79\\ncan stay long in any one place, Bacon s advice\\nis no doubt excellent but for the moment I\\nam thinking rather of an annual holiday,\\ntaken for the sake of rest and health for fresh\\nair and exercise rather than for study. Yet\\neven so, if we have eyes to see, we cannot fail\\nto lay in a stock of new ideas as well as a store\\nof health.\\nWe may have read the most vivid and ac-\\ncurate description, we may have pored over\\nmaps and plans and pictures, and yet the\\nreality will burst on us like a revelation. This\\nis true not only of mountains and glaciers, of\\npalaces and cathedrals, but even of the sim-\\nplest examples.\\nFor instance, like every one else, I had read\\ndescriptions and seen photographs and pictures\\nof the Pyramids. Their form is simplicity it-\\nself. I do not know that I could put into\\nwords any characteristic of the original for\\nwhich I was not prepared. It was not that\\nthey were larger; it was not that they differed\\nin form, in color, or situation. And yet, the\\nmoment I saw them, I felt that my previous\\nimpression had been but a faint shadow of the\\nreality. The actual sight seemed to give life\\nto the idea.\\nEvery one, I think, who has been in the\\nEast will agree that a week of oriental travel\\nseems to bring out, with more than stereo-\\nscopic effect, the pictures of patriarchal life as\\ngiven us in the Old Testament. And what is\\ntrue of the Old Testament is true of history\\ngenerally. To those who have been in Athens", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "80 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nor Rome, the history of Greece or Italy be-\\ncomes far more interesting; while, on the\\nother hand, some knowledge of the history and\\nliterature enormously enhances the interest of\\nthe scenes themselves.\\nGood descriptions and pictures, however,\\nhelp us to see much more than we should per-\\nhaps perceive for ourselves. It may even be\\ndoubted whether some persons do not derive a\\nmore correct impression from a good drawing\\nor description, which brings out the salient\\npoints, than they would from actual, but un-\\naided, inspection. The idea may gain in\\naccuracy, in character, and even in detail-\\nmore than it misses in vividness. But, how,\\never this may be, for those who cannot travel,\\ndescriptions and pictures have an immense\\ninterest; while to those who have traveled,\\nthey will afford an inexhaustible delight in\\nreviving the memories of beautiful scenes and\\ninteresting expeditions.\\nIt is really astonishing how little most of us\\nsee of the beautiful world in which we live.\\nMr. Norman Lockyer tells us that while travel-\\ning on a scientific mission in the Rocky Moun-\\ntains, he was astonished to meet an aged\\nFrench Abbe, and could not help showing his\\nsurprise. The Abbe observed this, and in\\nthe course of conversation explained his pres-\\nence in that distant region.\\nYou were, M he said, I easily saw, sur-\\nprised to find me here. The fact is, that some\\nmonths ago I was very ill. My physicians\\ngave me up, and one morning I seemed to", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 81\\nfaint and thought that I was already in the\\narms of the Bon Dieu, and I fancied the angels\\ncame and asked me, Well, M. l Abbe, and\\nhow did you like the beautiful world you have\\njust left? And then it occurred to me that I\\nwho had been all my life preaching about\\nheaven had seen almost nothing of the world\\nin which I was living. I determined, there-\\nfore, if it pleased Providence to spare me, to\\nsee something of this world; and so here I\\nam.\\nFew of us are free, however much we might\\nwish it, to follow the example of the worthy\\nAbbe. But although it may not be possible\\nfor us to visit the Rocky Mountains, there are\\nother countries nearer home which most of us\\nmight find time to visit.\\nThough it is true that no descriptions can\\ncome near the reality, they may at least per-\\nsuade us to give ourselves this great advantage.\\nLet me then try to illustrate this by pictures\\nin words, as realized by some of our most\\nillustrious countrymen I will select references\\nto foreign countries only, not that we have not\\nequal beauties here, but because everywhere\\nin England one feels oneself at home.\\nThe following passage from Tyndall s Hours\\nof Exercise in the Alps, is almost as good as\\nan hour in the Alps itself\\nI looked over this wondrous scene toward\\nMont Blanc, the Grand Combin, the Dent\\nBlanche, the Weisshorn, the Dom, and the\\nthousand lesser peaks which seemed to join in\\nthe celebration of the risen day, I asked my-\\n6 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "82 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nself, as on previous occasions, How was this\\ncolossal work performed? Who chiseled these\\nmighty and picturesque masses out of a mere\\nprotuberance of the earth? And the answer\\nwas at hand. Ever young, ever mighty with\\nthe vigor of a thousand worlds still within him\\nthe real sculptor was even then climbing up\\nthe eastern sky. It was he who raised aloft\\nthe waters which cut out these ravines; it was\\nhe who planted the glaciers on the mountain-\\nslopes, thus giving gravity a plow to open out\\nthe valleys and it is he who, acting through\\nthe ages, will finally lay low those mighty\\nmonuments, rolling them gradually seaward,\\nsowing the seeds of continents to be so that\\nthe people of an older earth may see mold\\nspread, and corn wave over the hidden rocks\\nwhich at this moment bear the weight of the\\nJungfrau. M And the Alps lie within twenty-\\nfour hours of London.\\nHis writings also contain many vivid\\ndescriptions of the glaciers, those silent and\\nsolemn causeways broad enough for the\\nmarch of an army in line of battle and quiet\\nas a street of tombs in a buried city. I do\\nnot, however, borrow from him or from any\\none else any description of glaciers, for they are\\nso unlike anything else that no one who has\\nnot seen them can possibly visualize them.\\nThe history of European rivers yet remains\\nto be written, and is most interesting. They\\ndid not always run in their present courses.\\nThe Rhone, for instance, appears to have been\\nitself a great traveler. At least there seems", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 83\\nreason to believe that the upper waters of the\\nValais fell at first into the Danube, and so into\\nthe Black Sea; and subsequently joined the\\nRhine, and so ran far north to the Arctic\\nOcean, over the plains which once connected\\nthe mountains of Scotland, and of Norway,\\nbefore they adopted their present course into\\nthe Mediterranean. But, however this may\\nbe, the Rhine of Germany and the Rhine of\\nSwitzerland are very unlike. The catastrophe\\nof Schaffhausen seems to alter the whole char-\\nacter of the river, and no wonder.\\n44 Stand for half an hour beside the Fall of\\nSchaffhausen, on the north side where the\\nrapids are long, and watch how the vault of\\nwater first bends, unbroken, in pure polished\\nvelocity, over the arching rocks at the brow of\\nthe cataract, covering them with a dome of\\ncrystal twenty feet thick, so swift that its\\nmotion is unseen, except when a foam globe\\nfrom above darts over it like a falling star\\nand how ever and anon, startling you with\\nits white flash, a jet of spray leaps hissing out\\nof the fall, like a rocket, bursting in the wind\\nand driven away in dust, filling the air with\\nlight; and how, through the curdling wreaths\\nof the restless crushing abyss below, the blue\\nof the water, paled by the foam in its body,\\nshows purer than the sky through white rain-\\nclouds their dripping masses lifted at\\nintervals, like sheaves of loaded corn, by some\\nstronger gush from the cataract, and bowed\\nagain upon the mossy rocks as its roar dies\\naway.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "84 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nBut however much we may admire the ma-\\njestic grandeur of a mighty river, either in its\\neager rush or its calmer moments, there is\\nsomething which fascinates even more in the\\nfree life, the young energy, the sparkling\\ntransparency, and merry music of smaller\\nstreams.\\nThe upper Swiss valley, as the same\\ngreat seer says, are sweet with perpetual\\nstreamlets, that seem always to have chosen\\nthe steepest places to come down, for the sake\\nof the leaps, scattering their handfuls of crys-\\ntal this way and that, as the wind takes them,\\nwith all the grace, but with none of the for-\\nmalism, of fountains until at last\\nthey find their way down to the turf, and lose\\nthemselves in that, silently; with quiet depth\\nof clear water furrowing among the grass\\nblades, and looking only like their shadow,\\nbut presently emerging again in little startled\\ngushes and laughing hurries, as if they had\\nremembered suddenly that the day was too\\nshort for them to get down the hill. M\\nHow vividly does Symonds bring before us\\nthe sunny shores of the Mediterranean, which\\nhe loves so well, and the contrast between the\\nscenery of the South and the North.\\nIn Northern landscapes the eye travels\\nthrough vistas of leafy boughs to still, se-\\ncluded crofts and pastures, where slow-moving\\noxen graze. The mystery of dreams and the\\nrepose of meditation haunt our massive\\nbowers. But in the South, the lattice- work of\\nolive boughs and foliage scarcely veils the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 85\\nlaughing sea and bright blue sky, while the\\nhues of the landscape find their climax in the\\ndazzling radiance of the sun upon the waves,\\nand the pure light of the horizon. There is no\\nconcealment and no melancholy here. Nature\\nseem to hold a never-ending festival and dance,\\nin which the waves and sunbeams and shadows\\njoin. Again, in northern scenery, the\\nrounded forms of full-foliaged trees suit the\\nundulating country, with its gentle hills and\\nbrooding clouds but in the South the spiky\\nleaves and sharp branches of the olive carry\\nout the defined outlines which are everywhere\\nobservable through the broader beauties of\\nmountain and valley and sea-shore. Serenity\\nand intelligence characterize this southern\\nlandscape, in which a race of splendid men\\nand women lived beneath the pure light of\\nPhoebus, their ancestral god. Pallas protected\\nthem, and golden Aphrodite favored them\\nwith beauty. Olives are not, however, by any\\nmeans the only trees which play a part in\\nidyllic scenery. The tall stone pine is even\\nmore important. Near Massa, by Sor-\\nrento, there are two gigantic pines so placed\\nthat, lying on the grass beneath them, one\\nlooks on Capri rising from the sea, Baiae, and\\nall the bay of Naples sweeping round to the\\nbase of Vesuvius. Tangled growths of olives,\\noranges, and rose-trees fill the garden-ground\\nalong the shore, while far away in the distance\\npale Inarime sleeps, with her exquisite Greek\\nname, a virgin island on the deep.\\nOn the wilder hills you find patches o-I ilex", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "86 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand arbutus glowing with crimson berries and\\nwhite waxen bells, sweet myrtle rods and\\nshafts of bay, frail tamarisk and tall tree-\\nheaths that wave their frosted boughs above\\nyour head. Nearer the shore the lentisk\\ngrows, a savory shrub, with cytisus and aro-\\nmatic rosemary. Clematis and polished gar-\\nlands of tough sarsaparilla wed the shrubs\\nwith clinging, climbing arms; and here and\\nthere in sheltered nooks the vine shoots forth,\\nluxuriant tendrils bowed with grapes, stretch-\\ning from branch to branch of mulberry or elm,\\nflinging festoons on which young loves might\\nsit and swing, or weaving a lattice-work of\\nleaves across the open shed. Nor must the\\nsounds of this landscape be forgotten, sounds\\nof bleating flocks, and murmuring bees, and\\nnightingales, and doves that moan, and run-\\nning streams, and shrill cicades, and hoarse\\nfrogs, and whispering pines. There is not a\\nsingle detail which a patient student may not\\nverify from Theocritus.\\nThen too it is a landscape in which sea and\\ncountry are never sundered. The higher we\\nclimb upon the mountain-side the more mar-\\nvelous is the beauty of the sea, which seems\\nto rise as we ascend, and stretch into the sky.\\nSometimes a little flake of blue is framed by\\nolive boughs, sometimes a turning in the road\\nreveals the whole broad azure calm below.\\nOr, after toiling up a steep ascent we fall upon\\nthe undergrowth of juniper, and lo! a double\\nsea, this way and that, divided by the sharp\\nspine of the jutting hill, jeweled with villages", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 87\\nalong its shore, and smiling with fair islands\\nand silver sails.\\nTo many of its the mere warmth of the South\\nis a blessing and a delight. The very thought\\nof it is delicious. I have read over again and\\nagain Wallace s graphic description of a tropi-\\ncal morning The sun of the early morning\\nthat turneth all into gold.\\nUp to about a quarter past five o clock,\\nsays Wallace, the darkness is complete; but\\nabout that time a few cries of birds begin to\\nbreak the silence of night, perhaps indicating\\nthat signs of dawn are perceptible in the east-\\nern horizon. A little later the melancholy\\nvoices of the goatsuckers are heard, varied\\ncroakings of frogs, the plaintive whistle of\\nmountain thrushes, and strange cries of birds\\nor mammals peculiar to each locality. About\\nhalf-past five the first glimmer of light becomes\\nperceptible it slowly become lighter, and then\\nincreases so rapidly that at about a quarter to\\nsix it seems full daylight. For the next quar-\\nter of an hour this changes very little in char-\\nacter; when, suddenly, the sun s rim appears\\nabove the horizon, decking the dew-laden foli-\\nage with glittering gems, sending gleams of\\ngolden light far into the woods, and waking\\nup all nature to life and activity. Birds chirp\\nand flutter about, parrots scream, monkeys\\nchatter, bees hum among the flowers, and gor-\\ngeous butterflies flutter lazily along or sit with\\nfull expanded wings exposed to the warm and\\ninvigorating rays. The first hour of morning\\nin the equatorial regions possesses a charm", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "88 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand a beauty that can never be forgotten. All\\nnature seems refreshed and strengthened by\\nthe coolness and moisture of the past night,\\nnew leaves and buds unfold almost before the\\neye, and fresh shoots may often be observed\\nto have grown many inches since the preced-\\ning day. The temperature is the most deli-\\ncious conceivable. The slight chill of early\\ndawn, which was itself agreeable, is succeeded\\nby an invigorating warmth and the intense\\nsunshine lights up the glorious vegetation of\\nthe tropics, and realizes all that the magic art\\nof the painter or the glowing words of the poet\\nhave pictured as their ideals of terrestrial\\nbeauty.\\nOr take Dean Stanley s description of the\\ncolossal statues of Amenophis III., the Mem-\\nnon of the Greeks, at Thebes The sun was\\nsetting, the African range glowed red behind\\nthem; the green plain was dyed with a deeper\\ngreen beneath them, and the shades of even-\\ning veiled the vast rents and fissures in their\\naged frames. As I looked back at them in\\nthe sunset, and they rose up in front of the\\nbackground of the mountain, they seemed, in-\\ndeed, as if they were part of it as if they be-\\nlonged to some natural creation.\\nBut I must not indulge myself in more\\nquotations, though it is difficult to stop. Such\\nextracts recall the memory of many glorious\\ndays for the advantages of travels last through\\nlife: and often, as we sit at home, some\\nbright and perfect view of Venice, of Genora,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 89\\nor of Monte Rosa comes back on you, as full\\nof repose as a day wisely spent in travel.\\nNot only does a thorough love and enjoy-\\nment of traveling by no means interfere with\\nthe love of home, but perhaps no one can thor-\\noughly enjoy his home who does not some-\\ntimes travel. They are like exertion and rest,\\neach the complement of the other; so that,\\nthough it may seem paradoxical, one of the\\ngreatest pleasures of travel is the return, and\\nno one who has not traveled can realize the\\ndevotion which the wanderer feels for Domi-\\nduca, the sweet and gentle goddess who\\nwatches over our coming home.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "90 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER VIII.\\nTHE PLEASURES OF HOME.\\nOutside fall the snowflakes lightly,\\nThrough the night loud raves the storm\\nIn my room the fire glows brightly\\nAnd tis cosy, silent, warm.\\nHeine.\\nIt may well be doubted which is most de-\\nlightful, to start for a holiday which has been\\nWell earned, or to return home from one which\\nias been thoroughly enjoyed; to find oneself\\nwith renewed vigor, with a new store of mem-\\nories and ideas, back once more by one s own\\nfireside, with one s family, friends, and books.\\n44 To sit at home, says Leigh Hunt, with\\nan old folio book of romantic yet credible\\nvoyages and travels to read, an old bearded\\ntraveler for its hero, a fireside in an old\\ncountry house to read it by, curtains drawn,\\nand just wind enough stirring out of doors to\\nmake an accompaniment to the billows or\\nforests we are reading of this surely is one\\nof the perfect moments of existence.\\nIt is no doubt a great privilege to visit\\nforeign countries; to travel say in Mexico or\\nPeru, or to cruise among the Pacific Islands;\\nbut in some respects the narratives of early\\ntravelers, the histories of Prescott or the voy-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 91\\nages of Captain Cook, are even more interest-\\ning- describing to us, as they do, a state of\\nsociety which was then so unlike ours, but\\nwhich now has been much changed and Euro-\\npeanized.\\nThus we may make our daily travels inter-\\nesting, even though, like the Vicar of Wake-\\nfield s family, all our adventures are by our\\nown fireside, and all our migrations from one\\nroom to another.\\nMoreover, even if the beauties of home are\\nhumble, they are still infinite, and a man\\nmay lie in his bed, like Pompey and his sons,\\nin all quarters of the earth.\\nIt is no doubt very wise to cultivate a\\ntalent very fortunate for a man of my disposi-\\ntion, that of traveling in my easy chair of\\ntransporting myself, without stirring from my\\nparlor, to distant places and to absent friends;\\nof drawing scenes in my mind s eye; and of\\npeopling them with the groups of fancy, or\\nthe society of remembrance.\\nWe may, indeed, secure for ourselves endless\\nvariety without leaving our own firesides.\\nIn the first place, the succession of seasons\\nmultiplies every home. How different is the\\nview from our windows as we look on the ten-\\nder green of spring, the rich foliage of sum-\\nmer, the glorious tints of autumn, or the deli-\\ncate tracery of winter.\\nIn our happy climate, even in the worst\\nmonths of the year, 4 calm mornings of sun-\\nshine visit us at times, appearing like glimpses\\nof departed spring amid the wilderness of wet", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "92 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand windy days that lead to winter. It is\\npleasant, when these interludes of silvery light\\noccur, to ride into the woods and see how\\nwonderful are all the colors of decay. Over-\\nhead, the elms and chestnuts hang their wealth\\nof golden leaves, while the beeches darken into\\nrusset tones, and the wild cherry glows like\\nblood-red wine. In the hedges crimson haws\\nand scarlet hips are wreathed with hoary cle-\\nmatis or necklaces of coral briony-berries; the\\nbrambles burn with many-colored flames; the\\ndog-wood is bronzed to purple and here and\\nthere the spindle-wood puts forth its fruit, like\\nknots of rosy buds, on delicate frail twigs.\\nUnderneath lie fallen leaves, and the brown\\nbrake rises to our knees as we thread the for-\\nest paths/ Nay, every day gives us a succes-\\nsion of glorious pictures in never-ending vari-\\nety.\\nIt is remarkable how few people seem to de-\\nrive any pleasure from the beauty of the sky.\\nGray, after describing a sunrise how it be-\\ngan with a slight whitening, then slightly\\ntinged with gold and blue, all at once a little\\nline of insufferable brightness that, before I\\ncan write these five words, was grown to half\\nan orb, and now to a whole one too glorious\\nto be distinctly seen adds, I wonder\\nwhether any one ever saw it before. I hardly\\nbelieve it.\\nFrom the dawn of poetry, the splendors of\\nthe morning and evening skies have excited\\nthe admiration of mankind. But we are espe-\\ncially indebted to Ruskin for making us see", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 93\\nmore vividly these glorious sky pictures. As\\nhe says, in language almost as brilliant as the\\nsky itself, the whole heaven, from the zenith\\nto the horizon, becomes one molten, mantling\\nsea of color and fire every black bar turns\\ninto massy gold, every ripple and wave into\\nunsullied, shadowless crimson, and purple,\\nand scarlet, and colors for which there are no\\nwords in language, and no ideas in the mind\\nthings which can only be conceived while they\\nare visible the intense hollow blue of the up-\\nper sky melting through it all, showing here\\ndeep and pure, and lightness; there, modu-\\nlated by the filmy, formless body of the trans-\\nparent vapor, till it is lost imperceptibly in its\\ncrimson and gold.\\nIt is in some cases, indeed, not color, but\\nconflagration, and though the tints are richer\\nand more varied toward morning and at sun-\\nset, the glorious kaleidoscope goes on all day\\nlong. Yet it is a strange thing how little in\\ngeneral people know about the sky. It is the\\npart of creation in which Nature has done\\nmore for the sake of pleasing man, more for\\nthe sole and evident purpose of talking to him\\nand teaching him, than in any other of her\\nworks, and it is just the part in which we least\\nattend to her. There are not many of her\\nother works in which some more material or\\nessential purpose than the mere pleasing of\\nman is not answered by every part of their\\norganization but every essential purpose of the\\nsky might, so far as we know, be answered, if\\nonce in three days, or thereabouts a great,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "94 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nugly, black rain-cloud were brought up over\\nthe blue, and everything well watered, and so\\nall left blue again till next time, with perhaps\\na film of morning and evening mist for dew.\\nAnd instead of this, there is not a moment of\\nany day of our lives when Nature is not pro-\\nducing scene after scene, picture after picture,\\nglory after glory, and working still upon such\\nexquisite and constant principles of the most\\nperfect beauty, that it is quite certain it is all\\ndone for us, and intended for our perpetual\\npleasure.\\nNor does the beauty end with the day. For\\nmy part I always regret the custom of shut-\\nting up our rooms in the evening, as though\\nthere was nothing worth looking at outside.\\nWhat, however, can be more beautiful than to\\nlook how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid\\nwith patines of bright gold, or to see the\\nmoon journeying in calm and silver glory\\nthrough the night and even if we do not feel\\nthat the man who has seen the rising moon\\nbreak out of the clouds at midnight, has been\\npresent like an Archangel at the creation of\\nlight and of the world, still the stars say\\nsomething significant to all of us and each man\\nhas a whole hemisphere of them, if he will\\nbut look up, to counsel and befriend him, for\\nit is not so much, as he elsewhere observes,\\nin guiding us over the seas of our little planet,\\nbut out of the dark waters of onr own per-\\nturbed minds, that we may make to ourselves\\nthe most of your significance. Indeed,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 95\\nHow beautiful is night!\\nA dewy freshness fills the silent air\\nNo mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain*\\nBreaks the serene of heaven\\nIn full-orbed glory yonder moon divine\\nRolls through the dark blue depths;\\nBeneath her steady ray\\nThe desert circle spreads,\\nLike the round ocean, girdled with the sky,\\nHow beautiful is night!\\nI have never wondered at those who wor-\\nshiped the sun and moon.\\nOn the other hand, when all outside is dark\\nand cold when perhaps\\nOutside fall the snowflakes lightly;\\nThrough the night loud raves the storm\\nIn my room the fire glows brightly,\\nAnd tis cosy, silent, warm.\\nMusing sit I on the settle\\nBy the firelight s cheerful blaze,\\nListening to the busy kettle\\nHumming long-forgotten lays.\\nFor after all the true pleasures of home are\\nnot without, but within, and the domestic\\nman who loves no music so well as his own\\nkitchen clock and the airs which the logs sing\\nto him as they burn on the hearth, has solaces\\nwhich others never dream of.\\nWe love the ticking of the clock, and the\\nflicker of the fire, like the sound of the caw-\\ning of rooks, not for their own sakes, but for\\ntheir associations.\\nIt is a great truth that when we retire into\\nourselves we can call up what memories we\\nplease.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "96 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nHow dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,\\nWhen fond recollection recalls them to view\\nThe orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood,\\nAnd every lov d spot which my infancy knew.\\nIt is not so much the\\n1 Fireside enjoyments,\\nAnd all the comforts of the lowly roof,\\nbut rather, according to the higher and better\\nideal of Keble,\\nSweet is the smile of home; the mutual look,\\nWhen hearts are of each other sure\\nSweet all the joys that crowd the household nook,\\nThe haunt of all affections pure.\\nIn ancient times, not only among savage\\nraces, but even among the Greeks themselves,\\nthere seems to have been but little family life.\\nWhat a contrast is the home life of the\\nGreeks, as it seems to have been, to that de-\\nscribed by Cowley a home happy in books\\nand gardens, and above all, in a\\nVirtuous wife, where thou again dost meet\\nBoth pleasures more refined and sweet;\\nThe fairest garden j n her looks.\\nAnd in her mind the wisest books.\\nNo one who has ever loved mother or wife,\\nsister or daughter, can read without astonish-\\nment and pity St. Chrysostom s description of\\nwoman as a necessary evil, a natural tempta-\\ntion, a desirable calamity, a domestic peril, a\\ndeadly fascination, and a painted ill. M\\nIn few respects has mankind made a greater\\nadvance than in the relations of men and", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 97\\nwomen. It is terrible to think how women\\nsuffer in savage life and even among the intel-\\nlectual Greeks, with rare exceptions, they\\nseem to have been treated rather as house-\\nkeepers or playthings than as the angels of\\nhome.\\nThe Hindoo proverb that you should never\\nstrike a wife, even with a flower, though a\\nconsiderable advance, tells a melancholy tale\\nof what must previously have been.\\nIn The Origin of Civilization I have given\\nmany cases showing how small a part family\\naffection plays in savage life. Here I will\\nonly mention one case in illustration. The\\nAlgonquin (North America) language con-\\ntained no word for to love, so that when the\\nmissionaries translated the Bible into it they\\nwere obliged to invent one. What a life and\\nwhat a language without love\\nYet in marriage even the rough passion of a\\nsavage may contrast favorably with any cold\\ncalculation, which is almost sure, like the en-\\nchanted hoard of the Nibelungs, to bring mis-\\nfortune. In the Finnish epi:, the Kalevala,\\nIlmarinnen, the divine smith, forges a bride\\nof gold and silver for Wainamoinen, who was\\npleased at first to have so rich a wife, but soon\\nfound her intolerably cold, for, in spite of fires\\nand furs, whenever he touched her she froze\\nhim.\\nMoreover, apart from mere coldness, how\\nmuch we suffer from foolish quarrels about\\ntrifles; from hasty words thoughtlessly repeated\\n(sometimes without the context or tone which\\n7 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "98 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nwould have deprived them of any sting) from\\nmere misunderstandings! How much would\\nthat charity which beareth all things, be-\\nlieveth all things, hopeth all things, endureth\\nall things, effect to smooth away the sorrows\\nof life and add to the happiness of home.\\nHome indeed may be a haven of repose from\\nthe storms and perils of the world. But to\\nsecure this we must not be content to pave it\\nwith good intentions, but must make it bright\\nand cheerful.\\nIf our life be one of toil and of suffering, if\\nthe world outside be cold and dreary, what a\\npleasure to return to the sunshine of happy\\nfaces and the warmth of hearts we love.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 99\\nCHAPTER IX.\\nSCIENCE.*\\nHappy is the man that findeth wisdom.\\nAnd the man that getteth understanding:\\nFor the merchandise of it is better than silver,\\nAnd the gain thereof than fine gold.\\nShe is more precious than rubies:\\nAnd all the things thou canst desire are not to be\\ncompared unto her.\\nLength of days is in her right hand;\\nAnd in her left hand riches and honor.\\nHer ways are ways of pleasantness,\\nAnd all her paths are peace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Proverbs of Solomon.\\nThose who have not tried for themselves can\\nhardly imagine how much science adds to the\\ninterest and variety of life. It is altogether a\\nmistake to regard it as dry, difficult, or prosaic\\nmuch of it is as easy as it is interesting.\\nA wise instinct of old united the prophet and\\nthe seer. Technical works, descriptions of\\nspecies, etc., bear the same relation to science\\nas dictionaries do to literature. In endless\\naspects science is as wonderful and interesting\\nas a fairy tale.\\n1 There are things whose strong reality\\nOutshines our fairyland in shape and hues\\nMore beautiful than our fantastic sky,\\nAnd the strange constellations which the Muse\\nO er her wild universe is skillful to diffuse.\\nThe substance of this was delivered at Mason Col-\\nlege, Birmingham.\\ni ur", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "100 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nOccasionally, indeed, it may destroy some\\npoetical myth of antiquity, such as the ancient\\nHindoo explanation of rivers, that Indra dug\\nout their beds with his thunderbolts, and sent\\nthem forth by long continuous paths. But\\nthe real causes of natural phenomena are far\\nmore striking, and contain more real poetry,\\nthan those which have occurred to the un-\\ntrained imagination of mankind.\\nMackay more justly exclaims:\\nBlessings on Science! When the earth seemed old,\\nWhen Faith grew doting, and our reason cold,\\nTwas she discovered that the world was young,\\nAnd taught a language to its lisping tongue.\\nBotany, for instance, is by many regarded as\\na dry science. Yet without it one may admire\\nflowers and trees as one may admire a great\\nman or a beautiful woman whom one meets in\\na crowd but it is as a stranger. The botanist,\\non the contrary\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nay, I will not say, the bot-\\nanist, but one with even a slight knowledge of\\nthat delightful science when he goes out into\\nthe woods or into one of those fairy forests\\nwhich we call fields, finds himself welcomed by\\na glad company of friends, every one with\\nsomething interesting to tell. Dr. Johnson\\nsaid that, in his opinion, when you had seen\\none green field you had seen them all and a\\ngreater even than Johnson, Socrates, the very\\ntype of intellect without science, said he was\\nalways anxious to learn, and from fields and\\ntrees he could learn nothing. It has, I know,\\nbeen said that botanists", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 101\\nLove not the flower they pluck and know it not,\\nAnd all their botany is but Latin names.\\nContrast this, however, with the language of\\none who would hardly claim to be a master ia\\nbotany, though he is certainly a loving student.\\nConsider,* says Ruskin, what we owe to\\nthe meadow grass, to the covering of the dark\\nground by that glorious enamel, by the com-\\npanies of those soft, countless, and peaceful\\nspears of the field Follow but for a little time\\nthe thought of all that we ought to recognize\\nin those words. All spring and summer is in\\nthem\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the walks by silent scented paths, the\\nrest in noonday heat, the joy of the herds and\\nflocks, the power of all shepherd life and\\nmeditation; the life of the sunlight upon the\\nworld, falling in emerald streaks and soft blue\\nshadows, when else it would have struck on\\nthe dark mold or scorching dust; pastures\\nbeside the pacing brooks, soft banks and\\nknolls of lowly hills, thymy slopes of down\\noverlooked by the blue line of lifted sea crisp\\nlawns all dim with early dew, or smooth in\\nevening warmth of barred sunshine, dinted by\\nhappy feet, softening in their fall the sound of\\nloving voices.\\nEven if it be true that science was dry when\\nit was buried in huge folios, that is certainly\\nno longer the case now; and Lord Chester-\\nfield s wise wish, that Minerva might have\\nthree graces as well as Venus, has been amply\\nfulfilled.\\nThe study of natural history, indeed, seems-\\ndestined to replace the loss of what is^ not", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "102 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nvery_ happily I think, termed sport en-\\ngraven in tis as it is by the operation of\\nthousands of years, during which man lived\\ngreatly on the produce of the chase. Game is\\ngradually becoming small by degrees and\\nbeautifully less. Our prehistoric ancestors\\nhunted the mammoth, the woolly-haired rhi-\\nnoceros, and the Irish elk the ancient Britons\\nhad the wild ox, the deer, and the wolf. We\\nhave still the hare, the partridge, and the fox;\\nbut even these are becoming scarcer, and must\\nbe preserved first, in order that they may be\\nkilled afterward. Some of us even now and\\nmore, no doubt, will hereafter satisfy in-\\nstincts, essentially of the same origin, by the\\nstudy of birds, or insects, or even infusoria\\nof creatures which more than make up by their\\nvariety what they want in size.\\nEmerson says that when a naturalist has\\ngot all snakes and lizards in his phials,\\nscience has done for him also, and has put the\\nman into a bottle. I do not deny that there\\nare such cases, but they are quite exceptional.\\nThe true naturalist is no mere dry collector.\\nI cannot resist, although it is rather long,\\nquoting the following description from Hudson\\nand Gosse s beautiful work on the Rotifera:\\n44 On the Somersetshire side of the Avon,\\nand not far from Clifton, is a little combe, at\\nthe bottom of which lies an old fish-pond. Its\\nslopes are covered with plantations of beech\\nand fir, so as to shelter the pond on three sides\\nand yet leave it open to the soft southwestern\\nbreezes, and to the afternoon sun. At the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 103\\nhead of the combe wells up a clear spring,\\nwhich sends a thread of water, trickling\\nthrough a bed of osiers into the upper end of\\nthe pond. A stout stone wall has been drawn\\nacross the combe from side to side, so as to\\ndam up the stream and there is a gap in one\\ncorner through which the overflow finds its\\nway in a miniature cascade, down into the\\nlower plantation.\\nIf we approach the pond by the game-\\nkeeper s path, from the cottage above, we shall\\npass through the plantation, and come unseen\\nright on the corner of the wall so that one\\nquiet step will enable us to see at a glance its\\nwhole surface, without disturbing any living\\nthing that may be there.\\nFar off at the upper end a water-hen is\\nleading her little brood among the willows;\\non the fallen trunk of an old beech, lying half-\\nway across the pond, a vole is sitting erect,\\nrubbing his right ear, and the splash of a\\nbeech husk just at our feet tells of a squirrel\\nwho is dining somewhere in the leafy crown\\nabove us.\\nBut see, the water-rat has spied us out,\\nand is making straight for his hole in the\\nbank, while the ripple above him is the only\\nthing that tells of his silent flight. The water-\\nhen has long ago got under cover, and the\\nsquirrel drops no more husks. It is a true\\nSilent Pond, and without a sign of life.\\nBut if, retaining sense and sight, we could\\nshrink into living atoms and plunge under the\\nwater, of what a world of wonders should we", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "104 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthen form part! We should find this fairy\\nkingdom peopled with the strangest creatures\\ncreatures that swim with their hair, that\\nhave ruby eyes blazing deep in their necks,\\nwith telescopic limbs that now are withdrawn\\nwholly within their bodies, and now stretched\\nout to many times their own length. Here\\nare some riding at anchor, moored by delicate\\nthreads spun out from their toes; and there\\nare others flashing by in glass armor, bristling\\nwith sharp spikes or ornamented with bosses\\nand flowing curves while fastened to a great\\nstem is an animal convolvulus that, by some\\ninvisible power, draws a never-ceasing stream\\nof victims into its gaping cup, and tears them\\nto death with hooked jaws deep down within\\nits body.\\n44 Close by it, on the same stems, is some-\\nthing that looks like a filmy heart s-ease. A\\ncurious wheelwork runs round its four out-\\nspread petals; and a chain of minute things,\\nliving and dead, is winding in and out of their\\ncurves into a gulf at the back of the flower.\\nWhat happens to them there we cannot see;\\nfor round the stem is raised a tube of golden-\\nbrown balls all regularly piled on each other.\\nSome creature dashes by, and like a flash the\\nflower vanishes within its tube.\\n44 We sink still lower, and now see on the\\nbottom slow gliding lumps of jelly that thrust\\nshapeless arms out where they will, and grasp-\\ning their prey with these chance limbs, wrap\\nthemselves round their food to get a meal; for\\nthey creep without feet, seize without hands,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 105\\neat without mouths, and digest without\\nstomachs.\\nToo many, however, still feel only in Nature\\nthat which we share with the weed and the\\nworm;* they love birds as boys do that is,\\nthey love throwing stones at them; or wonder\\nif they are good to eat, as the Esquimaux\\nasked of the watch or treat them as certain\\ndevout Afreedee villagers are said to have\\ntreated a descendant of the Prophet killed\\nhim in order to worship at his tomb but grad-\\nually we may hope that the love of Nature will\\nbecome to more and more, as already it is to\\nmany, a faithful and sacred element of human\\nfeeling. Science summons us\\nTo that cathedral, boundless as our wonder,\\nWhose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply\\nIts choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder,\\nIts dome the sky.\\nWhere the untrained eye will see nothing\\nbut mire and dirt, science will often reveal\\nexquisite possibilities. The mud we tread\\ntinder our feet in the street is a grimy mix-\\nture of clay and sand, soot and water. Sepa-\\nrate the sand, however, as Ruskin observes\\nlet the atoms arrange themselves in peace\\naccording to their nature and you have the\\nopal. Separate the clay, and it becomes a\\nwhite earth, fit for the finest porcelain or if\\nit still further purifies itself, you have a sap-\\nphire. Take the soot, and if properly treated\\nit will give you a diamond. While, lastly, the\\nwater, purified and distilled, will become a", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "106 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ndew-drop or crystallize into a lovely star. Or,\\nagain, you may see in a shallow pool either\\nthe mud lying at the bottom, or the image of\\nthe sky above.\\nNay, even if we imagine beauties and charms\\nwhich do not really exist; still if we err at all,\\nit is better to do so on the side of charity; like\\nNasmyth, who tells us in his delightful autobi-\\nography that he used to think one of his friends\\nhad a charming and kindly twinkle, till one\\nday he discovered that he had a glass eye.\\nBut I should err, indeed, were I to dwell\\nexclusively on science as lending interest and\\ncharm to our leisure hours. Far from this, it\\nwould be impossible to overrate the importance\\nof scientific training on the wise conduct of\\nlife.\\nScience/ said the Royal Commission of\\n1 86 1, quickens and cultivates directly the\\nfaculty of observation, which in very many\\npersons lies almost dormant through life, the\\npower of accurate and rapid generalization,\\nand the mental habit of method and arrange-\\nment it accustoms young persons to trace the\\nsequence of cause and effect; it familiarizes\\nthem with a kind of reasoning which interests\\nthem, and which they can promptly compre-\\nhend and it is perhaps the best corrective for\\nthaft indolence which is the vice of half-awak-\\nened minds, and which shrinks from any\\nexertion that is not like an effort of memory,\\nmerely mechanical.\\nAgain, when we contemplate the grandeur\\nof science, if we transport ourselves in imagi-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 107\\nnation back into primeval times, or away into\\nthe immensity of space, our little troubles and\\nsorrows seem to shrink into insignificance.\\nAh, beautiful creations! says Helps, speak-\\ning of the stars, it is not in guiding us over\\nthe seas of our little planet, but out of the dark\\nwaters of our own perturbed minds that we\\nmay make to ourselves the most of your signifi-\\ncance. They teach, he tells us elsewhere,\\nsomething significant to all of us; and each\\nman has a whole hemisphere of them, if he\\nwill but look up to counsel and befriend him.\\nThere is a passage in an address given many\\nyears ago by Professor Huxley to the South\\nLondon Working Men s College which struck\\nme very much at the time, and which puts\\nthis in language more forcible than any which\\nI could use.\\nSuppose, he said, it were perfectly cer-\\ntain that the life and fortune of every one of\\nus would, one day or other, depend upon his\\nwinning or losing a game of chess. Don t\\nyou think that we should all consider it to be\\na primary duty to learn at least the names and\\nthe moves of the pieces? Do you not think\\nthat we should look with disapprobation\\namounting to scorn upon the father who\\nallowed his son, or the State which allowed its\\nmembers, to grow up without knowing a pawn\\nfrom a knight? Yet it is a very plain and\\nelementary truth that the life, the fortune, and\\nthe happiness of every one of us, and more or\\nless of those who are connected with us, do\\ndepend upon our knowing something of the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "108 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nrules of a game infinitely more difficult and\\ncomplicated than chess. It is a game which\\nhas been played for untold ages, every man\\nand woman of us being one of the two players\\nin a game of his or her own. The chessboard\\nis the world, the pieces are the phenomena of\\nthe Universe, the rules of the game are what\\nwe call the laws of Nature. The player on the\\nother side is hidden from us. We know that\\nhis play is always fair, just, and patient. But\\nalso we know to our cost that he never over-\\nlooks a mistake or makes the smallest allow-\\nance for ignorance. To the man who plays\\nwell the highest stakes are paid, with that sort\\nof overflowing generosity which with the\\nstrong shows delight in strength. And one\\nwho plays ill is checkmated without haste,\\nbut without remorse.\\nI have elsewhere endeavored to show the\\npurifying and ennobling influence of science\\nupon religion how it has assisted, if indeed it\\nmay not claim the main share, in sweeping\\naway the dark superstitions, the degrading\\nbelief in sorcery and witchcraft, and the cruel,\\nhowever well-intentioned, intolerance which\\nembittered the Christian world almost from\\nthe very days of the Apostles themselves.\\nIn this she has surely performed no mean ser-\\nvice to religion itself. As Canon Fremantle\\nhas well and justly said, men of science, and\\nnot the clergy only, are ministers of religion.\\nAgain, the national necessity for scientific\\neducation is imperative. We are apt to for-\\nget how much we owe to science, because so", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 109\\nmany of its wonderful gifts have become\\nfamiliar parts of our everyday life, that their\\nvery value makes us forget their origin. At\\nthe recent celebration of the Sexcentenary of\\nPeterhouse College, near the close of a long\\ndinner, Sir Frederick Bramwell was called on,\\nsome time after midnight, to return thanks\\nfor Applied Science. He excused himself from\\nmaking a long speech on the ground that,\\nthough the subject was almost inexhaustible,\\nthe only illustration which struck him as ap-\\npropriate under the circumstances was the\\napplication of the domestic lucifer to the bed-\\nroom candle. One cannot but feel how un-\\nfortunate was the saying of the poet that\\nThe light-outspeeding telegraph\\nBears nothing on its beam.\\nThe report of the Royal Commission on\\nTechnical Instruction, which has recently been\\nissued, teems with illustrations of the advan-\\ntages afforded by technical instruction. At the\\nsame time, technical training ought not to\\nbegin too soon, for, as Bain truly observes,\\nin a right view of scientific education the first\\nprinciples and leading examples, with select\\ndetails, of all the great sciences, are the proper\\nbasis of the complete and exhaustive study of\\nany single science. Indeed, in the words of\\nSir John Herschel, it can hardly be pressed\\nforcibly enough on the attention of the student\\nof Nature, that there is scarcely any natural\\nphenomenon which can be fully and completely\\nexplained in all its circumstances, without a.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "110 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nunion of several, perhaps of all, the sciences.\\nThe most important secrets of Nature are\\noften hidden away in unexpected places. Many\\nvaluable substances have been discovered in\\nthe refuse of manufactories: it was a happy\\nthought of Glauber to examine what every-\\nbody else threw away. There is perhaps no\\nnation the future happiness and prosperity of\\nwhich depend more on science than our own.\\nOur population is over 35,000,000, and is rap-\\nidly increasing. Even at present it is far larger\\nthan our acreage can support. Few people\\nwhose business does not lie in the study of\\nStatistics realize that we have to pay foreign\\ncountries no less than ^140,000,000, a year for\\nfood. This, of course, we purchase mainly by\\nmanufactured articles. We hear now a great\\ndeal about depression of trade, and foreign,\\nespecially American, competition, which, let\\nme observe, will be much keener a few years\\nhence, when she has paid off her debt, and\\nconsequently reduced her taxation. But let us\\nlook forward one hundred years no long time\\nin the history of a nation. Our coal supplies\\nwill then be greatly diminished. The popula-\\ntion of Great Britain doubles at the present\\nrate of increase in about fifty years, so that we\\nshould then, if her present rate continues,\\nrequire to import over ^400,000,000 a year in\\nfood. How, then, is this to be paid for?\\nWe have before us, as usual, three courses.\\nThe natural rate of increase may be stopped,\\nwhich means suffering and outrage; or the\\npopulation may increase, only to vegetate in", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. Ill\\nmisery and destitution or, lastly, by the devel-\\nopment of scientific training and appliances,\\nthey may probably be maintained in happiness\\nand comfort. We have, in fact, to make our\\nchoice between science and suffering. It is\\nonly by wisely utilizing the gifts of science\\nthat we have any hope of maintaining our\\npopulation in plenty and comfort. Science,\\nhowever, will do this for us if we will only let\\nher. She may be no Fairy Godmother indeed,\\nbut she will richly endow those who love her.\\nThat discoveries, innumerable, marvelous,\\nand fruitful, await the successful explorers of\\nNature no one can doubt. What would one\\nnot give for a Science primer of the next\\ncentury? for, to paraphrase a well-known say-\\ning, even the boy at the plow will then know\\nmore of science than the wisest of our philoso-\\nphers do now. Boyle entitled one of his\\nessays Of Man s great Ignorance of the Uses\\nof Natural Things; or that there is no one\\nthing in Nature whereof the uses to human\\nlife are yet thoroughly understood a saying\\nwhich is still as true now as when it was writ-\\nten. And, lest I should be supposed to be\\ntaking too sanguine a view, let me give the\\nauthority of Sir John Herschel, who says:\\nSince it cannot but be that innumerable and\\nmost important uses remain to be discovered\\namong the materials and objects already\\nknown to us, as well as among those which the\\nprogress of science must hereafter disclose,\\nwe may hence conceive a -well-grounded expec-\\ntation, not only of constant increase in the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "112 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nphysical resources of mankind, and the conse-\\nquent improvement of their condition, but of\\ncontinual accession to our power of penetrat-\\ning into the arcana of Nature and becoming\\nacquainted with her highest laws. M\\nNor is it merely in a material point of view\\nthat science would thus benefit the nation.\\nShe will raise and strengthen the national, as\\nsurely as the individual, character. The great\\ngift which Minerva offered to Paris is now\\nfreely tendered to all, for we may apply to\\nthe nation, as well as to the individual, Ten-\\nnyson s noble lines:\\nSelf -reverence, self-knowledge, self-control:\\nThese three alone lead life to sovereign power.\\nYet not for power (power of herself\\nWould come uncalled for), but to live by law\\nActing the law we live by without fear.\\nIn the vain and foolish exultation of the\\nheart/ said John Quincy Adams, at the close\\nof his final lecture on resigning his chair at\\nBoston, which the brighter prospects of life\\nwill sometimes excite, the pensive portress of\\nScience shall call you to the sober pleasures of\\nher holy cell. In the mortification of disap-\\npointment, her soothing voice shall whisper\\nserenity and peace. In social converse with\\nthe mighty dead of ancient days, you will never\\nsmart under the galling sense of dependence\\nupon the mighty living of the present age.\\nAnd in your struggles with the world, should\\na crisis ever occur, when even friendship may\\ndeem it prudent to desert you, when priest and", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 113\\nLevite shall come and look on you and pass\\nby on the other side, seek refuge, my unfailing\\nfriends, and be assured you shall find it, in\\nthe friendship of Laelius and Scipio, in the\\npatriotism of Cicero, Demosthenes, and Burke,\\nas well as in the precepts and example of Him\\nwhose law is love, and who taught us to re-\\nmember injuries only to forgive them.\\nLet me in conclusion quote the glowing\\ndescription of our debt to science given by\\nArchdeacon Farrar in his address at Liverpool\\nCollege testimony, moreover, all the more\\nvaluable, considering the source from which it\\ncomes.\\nIn this great commercial city/ he said,\\nwhere you are surrounded by the triumphs,\\nof science and of mechanism you, whose\\nriver is plowed by the great steamships, whose\\nwhite wake has been called the fittest avenue\\nto the palace front of a mercantile people\\nyou know well that in the achievements of\\nscience there is not only beauty and wonder,\\nbut also beneficence and power. It is not\\nonly that she has revealed to us infinite space\\ncrowded with unnumbered worlds; infinite\\ntime peopled by unnumbered existences; in-\\nfinite organisms hitherto invisible but full of\\ndelicate and irridescent loveliness; but also\\nthat she has been, as a great Archangel of\\nMercy, devoting herself to the service of man.\\nShe has labored, her votaries have labored,\\nnot to increase the power of despots or add to\\nthe magnificence of courts, but to extend human\\nhappiness to economize human effort, to extin-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "114 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nguish human pain. Where of old, men toiled,\\nhalf blinded and half naked in the mouth of\\nthe glowing furnace to mix the white-hot iron,\\nshe now substitutes the mechanical action of\\nthe viewless air. She has enlisted the sun-\\nbeam in her service to limn for us, with abso-\\nlute fidelity, the faces of the friends we love.\\nShe has shown the poor miner how he may\\nwork in safety, even amid the explosive fire-\\ndamp of the mine. She has, by her anaes-\\nthetics, enabled the sufferer to be hushed and\\nunconscious while the delicate hand of some\\nskilled operator cuts a fragment from the\\nnervous circle of the unquivering eye. She\\npoints not to pyramids built during weary\\ncenturies by the sweat of miserable nations,\\nbut to the lighthouse, and the steamship, to\\nthe railroad and the telegraph. She has re-\\nstored eyes to the blind and hearing to the\\ndeaf. She has lengthened life, she has min-\\nimized danger, she has controlled madness, she\\nhas trampled on disease. And on all these\\ngrounds, I think that none of our sons should\\ngrow up wholly ignorant of studies which at\\nonce train the reason and fire the imagination,\\nwhich fashion as well as forge, which can feed\\nas well as fill, the mind.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE 115\\nCHAPTER X.\\nEDUCATION.\\nNo pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the\\nvantage ground of truth. Bacon.\\nDivine Philosophy!\\nNot harsh and crabbed as dull fools suppose,\\nBut musical as is Apollo s lute,\\nAnd a perpetual feast of nectar d sweets\\nWhere no crude surfeit reigns. Shakespeare.\\nIt may seem rather surprising to include\\neducation among the pleasures of life for in\\ntoo many cases it is made odious to the young,\\nand is supposed to cease with school; while,\\non the contrary, if it is to be really successful\\nit must be made suitable, and therefore inter-\\nesting, to children, and must last through life.\\nIt is not the eye that sees the beauties of\\nheaven, nor the ear that hears the sweetness\\nof music, or the glad tidings of a prosperous\\naccident; but the soul that perceives all the\\nrelishes of sensual and intellectual perceptions\\nand the more noble and excellent the soul is,\\nthe greater and more savory are its percep-\\ntions. And if a child behold the rich ermine,\\nor the diamonds of a starry night, or the order\\nof the world, or hears the discourses of an\\napostle because he makes no reflex act on him-\\nself and sees not what he sees, he can have but", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "116 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthe pleasure of a fool or the deliciousness of a\\nmule.\\nHerein lies the importance of education. I\\nsay education rather than instruction, because\\nit is far more important to cultivate the mind\\nthan to store the memory. Studies are a means\\nand not an end. To spend too much time in\\nstudies is sloth to use them too much for orn-\\nament is affectation to make judgment wholly\\nby their rules is the humor of a scholar; they\\nperfect nature, and are perfected by experience.\\nCrafty men contemn studies, simple men\\nadmire them, and wise men use them.\\nMoreover, though, as Mill says, in the com-\\nparatively early state of human development\\nin which we now live, a person cannot indeed\\nfeel that entireness of sympathy with all others\\nwhich would make any real discordance in the\\ngeneral direction of their conduct in life impos-\\nsible, yet education might surely do more to\\nroot in us the feeling of unity with our fellow-\\ncreatures; at any rate, if we do not study in\\nthis spirit, all our learning will but leave us as\\nweak and sad as Faust.\\nI ve now, alas! Philosophy,\\nMedicine and Jurisprudence, too,\\nAnd to my cost Theology\\nWith ardent labor studied through,\\nAnd here I stand, with all my lore,\\nPoor fool, no wiser than before.*\\nOur studies should be neither a couch on\\nwhich to rest; nor a cloister in which to prom-\\nenade alone nor as a tower from which to look\\ndown on others; nor as a fortress whence we", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 117\\nmay resist them nor as a workshop for gain\\nand merchandise; but as a rich armory and\\ntreasury for the glory of the creator and the\\nennoblement of life.\\nFor in the noble words of Epictetus, you\\nwill do the greatest service to the state if you\\nchall raise, not the roofs of the houses, but the\\n.souls of the citizens: for it is better that great\\nzovlz should dwell in small houses rather than\\nfor mean slaves to lurk in great houses.\\nIt is then of great importance to consider\\nwhether our present system of education is the\\none best calculated to fulfill these great objects.\\nDoes it really give that love of learning which\\nis better than learning itself? Does all the\\nstudy of the classics to which our sons devote\\nso many years give any just appreciation of\\nthem or do they not on leaving college too\\noften feel with Byron\\nThen farewell, Horace; whom I hated so!\\nToo much concentration on any one subject\\nis a great mistake, especially in early life.\\nNature herself indicates the true system, if we\\nwould but listen to her. Our instincts are\\ngood guides, though not infallible, and chil-\\ndren will profit little by lessons which do not\\ninterest them. In cheerfulness, says Pliny, is\\nthe success of our studies studia hilaritate\\nproveniunt and we may with advantage take\\na lesson from Theognis, who, in his Ode on\\nthe Marriage of Cadmus and Harmonia, makes\\nthe Muses sing", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "118 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nWhat is good and fair,\\nShall ever be our care\\nThus the burden of it rang,\\nThat shall never be our care,\\nWhich is neither good nor fair.\\nSuch were the words your lips immortal sang.\\nThere are some who seem to think that our\\neducational system is as good as possible, and\\nthat the only remaining points of importance\\nare the number of schools and scholars, the\\nquestion of fees, the relation of voluntary and\\nboard schools, etc. No doubt/ says Mr.\\nSymonds, in his Sketches in Italy and Greece,\\nthere are many who think that when we not\\nonly advocate education but discuss the best\\nsystem we are simply beating the air; that our\\npopulation is as happy and cultivated as can\\nbe, and that no substantial advance is really\\npossible. M. Galton, however, has expressed\\nthe opinion, and most of those who have writ-\\nten on the social condition of Athens seem to\\nagree with him, that the population of Athens,\\ntaken as a whole, was as superior to us as we\\nare to Australian savages.\\nThat there is, indeed, some truth in this,\\nprobably no student of Greek history will deny.\\nWhy, then, should this be so? I cannot but\\nthink that our system of education is partly\\nresponsible.\\nManual and science teaching need not in any\\nway interfere with instruction in other subjects.\\nThough so much has been said about the\\nimportance of science and the value of technical\\ninstruction, or of hand-training, as I should", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 119\\nprefer to call it, it is unfortunately true that in\\nour system of education from the highest\\nschools downward, both of them are sadly\\nneglected, and the study of language reigns\\nsupreme.\\nThis is no new complaint. Ascham, in The\\nSchoolmaster, long ago lamented it Milton, in\\nhis letter to Mr. Samuel Hartlib, complained\\nthat our children are forced to stick unreason-\\nably in these grammatic flats and shallows;\\nand observes that, 4t though a linguist should\\npride himself to have all the tongues Bable\\ncleft the world into, yet, if he have not studied\\nthe solid things in them as well as the words\\nand lexicons, he were nothing so much to be\\nesteemed a learned man as any yeoman or\\ntradesman competently wise in his mother\\ndialect only; and Locke said that schools fit\\nus for the university rather than for the world.\\nCommission after commission, committee after\\ncommittee, have reiterated the same com-\\nplaint. How then do we stand now?\\nI see it indeed constantly stated that, even if\\nthe improvement is not so rapid as could be\\ndesired, still we are making considerable prog-\\nress. But is this so? I fear not. I fear that\\nour present system does not really train the\\nmind, or cultivate the power of observation, or\\neven give the amount of information which we\\nmay reasonably expect from the time devoted\\nto it.\\nMr. (now Sir M.G.) Grant-Duff has expressed\\nthe opinion that a boy or girl of fourteen\\nmight reasonably be expected to read aloud", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "120 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nclearly and agreeably, to write a large distinct\\nround hand, and to know the ordinary rules of\\narithmetic, especially compound addition a by\\nno means universal accomplishment to speak\\nand write French with ease and correctness,\\nand have some slight acquaintance with French\\nliterature; to translate ad aperturarn libriirom\\nan ordinary French or German book to have\\na thoroughly good elementary knowledge of\\ngeography, under which are comprehended\\nsome notions of astronomy enough to excite\\nhis curiosity a knowledge of the very broadest\\nfacts of geology and history enough to make\\nhim understand, in a clear but perfectly gen-\\neral way, how the larger features of the world\\nhe lives in, physical and political, came to be\\nlike what they are to have been trained from\\nearliest infancy to use his powers of observation\\non plants, or animals, or rocks, or other nat-\\nural objects; and to have gathered a general\\nacquaintance with what is most supremely good\\nin that portion of the more important English\\nclassics which is suitable to his time of life to\\nhave some rudimentary acquaintance with\\ndrawing and music.\\nTo effect this, no doubt, industry must be\\nour oracle, and reason our Apollo, as Sir T.\\nBrowne says but surely it is no unreasonable\\nestimate; yet how far do we fall short of it?\\nGeneral culture is often deprecated because it\\nis said that smatterings are useless. But there\\nis all the difference in the world between hav-\\ning a smattering of, or being well grounded in,\\na subject. It is the latter which we advocate", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 121\\nto try to know, as Lord Brougham well said,\\n4 everything of something, and something of\\neverything/\\nIt can hardly, says Sir John Herschel, be\\npressed forcibly enough on the attention of the\\nstudent of nature, that there is scarcely any\\nnatural phenomenon which can be fully and\\ncompletely explained, in all its circumstances,\\nwithout a union of several, perhaps of all, the\\nsciences.\\nThe present system in most of our public\\nschools and colleges sacrifices everything else\\nto classics and arithmetic. They are most\\nimportant subjects, but ought not to exclude\\nscience and modern languages. Moreover,\\nafter all, our sons leave college unable to speak\\neither Latin or Greek, and too often absolutely\\nwithout any interest in classical history or liter-\\nature. But the boy who has been educated\\nwithout any training in science has grave rea-\\nson to complain of knowledge at one entrance\\nquite shut out.\\nBy concentrating the attention, indeed, so\\nmuch on one or two subjects, we defeat our\\nown object, and produce a feeling of distaste\\nwhere we wish to create an interest.\\nOur great mistake in education is as it seems\\nto me, the worship of book-learning the con-\\nfusion of instruction and education. We strain\\nthe memory instead of cultivating the mind.\\nThe children in our elementary schools are\\nwearied by the mechanical act of writing, and\\nthe interminable intricacies of spelling; they\\nare oppressed by columns of dates, by lists of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "122 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nkings and places, which convey no definite idea\\nto their minds, and have no near relation to\\ntheir daily wants and occupations; while in our\\npublic schools the same unfortunate results are\\nproduced by the weary monotony of Latin and\\nGreek grammar. We ought to follow exactly\\nthe opposite course with children to give\\nthem a wholesome variety of mental food, and\\nendeavor to cultivate their tastes, rather than\\nto fill their minds with dry facts. The import-\\nant thing is not so much that every child\\nshould be taught, as that every child should be\\ngiven the wish to learn. What does it matter\\nif the pupil knows a little more or a little less?\\nA boy who leaves school knowing much, but\\nhating his lessons, will soon have forgotten\\nalmost all he ever learnt; while another who\\nhad acquired a thirst for knowledge, even if he\\nhad learnt little, would soon teach himself\\nmore than the first ever knew. Children are\\nby nature eager for information. They are\\nalways putting questions. This ought to be\\nencouraged. In fact, we may to a great extent\\ntrust to their instincts, and in that case they\\nwill do much to educate themselves. Too\\noften, however, the acquirement of knowledge\\nis placed before them in a form so irksome and\\nfatiguing that all desire for information is\\nchocked, or even crushed out; so that our\\nschools, in fact, become places for the discour-\\nagement of learning, and thus produce the very\\nopposite effect from that at which we aim. In\\nshort, children should be trained to observe and\\nto think, for in that way there would be opened", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 123\\nout to them a source of the purest enjoyment\\nfor leisure hours, and the wisest judgment in\\nthe work of life.\\nAnother point in which I venture to think\\nthat our system of education might be\\namended, is that it tends at present to give the\\nimpression that everything is known.\\nDr. Bushby is said to have kept his hat on\\nin the presence of King Charles, that the boys\\nmight see what a great man he was. I doubt,\\nhowever, whether the boys were deceived by\\nthe hat; and I am very skeptical about Dr.\\nBushby s theory of education.\\nMaster John of Basingstroke, who was\\nArchdeacon of Leicester in 1252, and who, hav-\\ning learnt Greek during a visit to Athens from\\nConstantina, daughter of the Archbishop of\\nAthens, used to say afterward that though\\nhe had studied well and diligently at the Uni-\\nversity of Paris, yet he learnt more from an\\nAthenian maiden of twenty. We cannot all\\nstudy so pleasantly as this, but the main fault\\nI find with Dr. Bushby s system is that it\\nkeeps out of sight the great truth of human\\nignorance.\\nBoys are given the impression that the mas-\\nters know everything. If, on the contrary,\\nthe great lesson impressed on them was that\\nwhat we know is as nothing to what we do not\\nknow, that the great ocean of truth lies all\\nundiscovered before us, surely this would\\nprove a great stimulus, and many would be\\nnobly anxious to extend the- intellectual king-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "124 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ndom of man, and enlarge the boundaries of\\nhuman knowledge.\\nEducation ought not to cease when we leave\\nschool; but if well begun there, will continue\\nthrough life.\\nMoreover, whatever our occupation or pro-\\nfession in life may be, it is most desirable to\\ncreate for ourselves some other special inter-\\nest. In the choice of a subject every one\\nshould consult his own instincts and interests.\\nI will not attempt to suggest whether it is\\nbetter to pursue art; whether we only study.\\nthe motes in the sunbeam, or the heavenly\\nbodies themselves. Whatever may be the sub-\\nject of our choice, we shall find enough, and\\nmore than enough, to repay the devotion of a\\nlifetime. Life no doubt is paved with enjoy-\\nments, but we must all expect times of anxi-\\nety, of suffering, and of sorrow; when these\\ncome it is an inestimable comfort to have some\\ndeep interest which will, at any rate to some\\nextent, enable us to escape from ourselves.\\n44 A cultivated mind, says Mill I do not\\nmean that of a philosopher, but any mind to\\nwhich the fountains of knowledge have been\\nopened, and which has been taught in any tol-\\nerable degree to exercise its faculties will find\\nsources of inexhaustible interest in all that\\nsurrounds it; in the objects of nature, the\\nachievements of art, the imaginations of\\npoetry, the incidents of history, the ways of\\nmankind past and present, and their prospects\\nin the future. It is possible, indeed, to be-\\ncome indifferent to all this, and that too with-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 125\\nout having exhausted a thousandth part of it\\nbut only when one has had from the begin-\\nning no moral or human interest in these\\nthings, and has sought in them only the grati-\\nfication of curiosity.\\nI have been subjected to some good-natured\\nbanter for having said that I looked forward to\\na time when our artisans and mechanics would\\nbe great readers. But it is surely not unreason-\\nable to regard our social condition as suscep-\\ntible of great improvement. The spread of\\nschools, the cheapness of books, the establish-\\nment of free libraries will, it may be hoped,\\nexercise a civilizing and ennobling influence.\\nThey will even, I believe, do much to diminish\\npoverty and suffering, so much of which is due\\nto ignorance and to the want of interest and\\nbrightness in uneducated life. So far as our\\nelementary schools are concerned, there is no\\ndoubt much difficulty in apportioning the\\nNational Grant without unduly stimulating\\nmere mechanical instruction. But this is not\\nthe place to discuss the subject of religious or\\nmoral training, or the system of apportioning\\nthe grant.\\nIf we succeed in giving the love of learning,\\nthe learning itself is sure to follow.\\nWe should then endeavor to educate our\\nchildren so that every country walk may be a\\npleasure, that the discoveries of science may\\nbe a living interest; that our national history\\nand poetry may be sources of legitimate pride\\nand rational enjoyment in short, our schools,\\nif they are to be worthy of the name if they", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "126 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nare in any measure to fulfill their high func-\\ntion must be something more than mere\\nplaces of dry study; must train the children\\neducated in them so that they may be able to\\nappreciate and enjoy those intellectual gifts\\nwhich might be, and ought to be, a scource of\\ninterest and of happiness alike to the high and\\nto the low, to the rich and to the poor.\\nEducation might at least teach us how little\\nman yet knows, how much he has to learn; it\\nmight enable us to realize that those who com-\\nplain of the tiresome monotony of life have\\nonly themselves to blame that knowledge is\\npleasure as well as power; it should lead us\\nall to try with Milton to behold the bright\\ncountenance of truth in the quiet and still air\\nof study, and to realize with Bacon in part,\\nif not entirely, that no pleasure is compar-\\nable to the standing upon the vantage ground\\nof truth.\\nEND OF PART I.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "PART II,\\nPREFACE.\\nAnd what is writ, is writ-\\nWould it were worthier.\\nByron.\\nHerewith I launch the conclusion of my\\nsubject. Perhaps I am unwise in. publishing\\na second part. The first was so kindly re-\\nceived that I am running a risk in attempting\\nto add to it.\\nIn the preface, however, to the first part I\\nhave expressed the hope that the thoughts and\\nquotations in which I have found most comfort\\nand delight, might be of use to others also.\\nIn this my most sanguine hopes have been\\nmore than realized. Not only has the book\\npassed through thirteen editions in less than\\ntwo years, but the many letters which I have\\nreceived have been most gratifying.\\nTwo criticisms have been repeated by sev-\\neral of those who have done me the honor of\\nnoticing my previous volume. It has been\\nsaid in the first place that my life has been\\nexceptionally bright and full, and that I can-\\nnot therefore judge for others. Nor do I\\nattempt to do so. I do not forget, I hope I\\nam not ungrateful for, all that has been be-\\n127", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "128 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nstowed on me. But if I have been greatly\\nfavored, ought I not to be on that very account\\nespecially qualified to write on such a theme?\\nMoreover, I have had, who has not, my\\nown sorrows.\\nAgain, some have complained that there is\\ntoo much quotation too little of my own.\\nThis I take to be in reality a great compliment.\\nI have not striven to be original.\\nIf, as I have been assured by many, my\\nbook have proved a comfort, and have been\\nable to cheer in the hour of darkness, that is\\nindeed an ample reward, and is the utmost I\\nhave ever hoped.\\nHigh Elms,\\nDown, Kent, April, 1889.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 129\\nCHAPTER I.\\nAMBITION.\\n4 Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise\\n(That last infirmity of noble minds)\\nTo scorn delights and live laborious days.\\nMilton.\\nIf fame be the last infirmity of noble minds,\\nambition is often the first; though, when\\nproperly directed, it may be no feeble aid to\\nvirtue.\\nHad not my youthful mind, says Cicero,\\nfrom many precepts, from many writings,\\ndrunk in this truth, that glory and virtue\\nought to be the darling, nay, the only wish in\\nlife that, to attain these, the torments of the\\nflesh, with the perils of death and exile, are\\nto be despised; never had I exposed my per-\\nson in so many encounters, and to these daily\\nconflicts with the worst of men, for your\\ndeliverance. But, on this head, books are\\nfull the voice of the wise is full the exam-\\nples of antiquity are full: and all these the\\nnight of barbarism had still enveloped, had it\\nnot been enlightened by the sun of science.\\nThe poet tells us that\\nThe many fail: the one succeeds.\\nBut this is scarcely true. All succeed who\\n9 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "130 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ndeserve, though not perhaps as they hoped.\\nAn honorable defeat is better than a mean\\nvictory, and no one is really the worse for\\nbeing beaten, unless he loses heart. Though\\nwe may not be able to attain, that is no reason\\nwhy we should not aspire.\\nI know, says Morris,\\nHow far high failure overleaps the bound\\nOf low successes.\\nAnd Bacon assures us that if a man look\\nsharp and attentively he shall see fortune; for\\nthough she is blind, she is not invisible.\\nTo give ourselves a reasonable prospect of\\nsuccess we must realize what we hope to\\nachieve; and then make the most of our\\nopportunities. Of these the use of time is\\none of the most important. What have we to\\ndo with time, asks Oliver Wendell Holmes,\\nbut to fill it up with labor?\\nAt the battle of Montebello, said Napo-\\nleon, I ordered Kellermann to attack with\\n800 horse, and with these he separated the\\n6,000 Hungarian grenadiers before the very\\neyes of the Austrian cavalry. This cavalry\\nwas half a league off, and required a quarter\\nof an hour to arrive on the field of action and\\nI have observed that it is always these quar-\\nters of an hour that decide the fate of a bat-\\ntle, including, we may add, the battle of life.\\nNor must we spare ourselves in other ways,\\nfor\\nHe who thinks in strife\\nTo earn a deathless fame, must do, nor ever care for\\nlife.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 131\\nIn the excitement of the struggle, moreover,\\nhe will suffer comparatively little from wounds\\nand blows which would otherwise cause in-\\ntense suffering.\\nIt is well to weigh scrupulously the object\\nin view, to run as little risk as may be, to\\ncount the cost with care.\\nBut when the mind is once made up, there\\nmust be no looking back, you must spare\\nyourself no labor, nor shrink from danger.\\nHe either fears his fate too much\\nOr his deserts are small,\\nThat dares not put it to the touch\\nTo gain or lose it all.\\nGlory, says Renan, is after all the thing\\nwhich has the best chance of not being alto-\\ngether vanity. But what is glory?\\nMarcus Aurelius observes that a spider is\\nproud when it has caught a fly, a man when\\nhe has caught a hare, another when he has\\ntaken a little fish in a net, another when he\\nhas taken wild boars, another when he has\\ntaken bears, and another when he has taken\\nSarmatians; but this, if from one point of\\nview it shows the vanity of fame, also encour-\\nages us with the evidence that every one may\\nsucceed if his objects are but reasonable.\\nAlexander may be taken as almost a type\\nof Ambition in its usual form, though carried\\nto an extreme.\\nHis desire was to conquer, not to inherit or to\\nrule. When news was brought that his father\\nPhilip had taken some town, or won some\\nbattle, instead of appearing delighted with it,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "132 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nhe used to say to his companions, My father\\nwill go on conquering-, till there be nothing\\nextraordinary left for you and me to do. He\\nis said even to have been mortified at the num-\\nber of the stars, considering that he had not\\nbeen able to conquer one world. Such ambi-\\ntion is justly foredoomed to disappointment.\\nThe remarks of Philosophers on the vanity\\nof ambition refer generally to that unworthy\\nform of which Alexander may be taken as the\\ntype the idea of self -exaltation, not only\\nwithout any reference to the happiness, but\\neven regardless of the sufferings, of others.\\n44 A continual and restless search after for-\\ntune, says Bacon, takes up too much of\\ntheir time who have nobler things to observe.\\nIndeed, he elsewhere extends this, and adds,\\n44 No man s private fortune can be an end any\\nway worthy of his existence. Goethe well\\nobserves that man exists for culture; not for\\nwhat he can accomplish, but for what can be\\naccomplished in him.\\nAs regards fame we must not confuse name\\nand essence. To be remembered is not neces-\\nsarily to be famous. There is infamy as well\\nas fame and unhappily almost as many are\\nremembered for the one as for the other, and\\nnot a few for a mixture of both.\\nWho would not rather be forgotten than\\nrecollected as Ahab or Jezebel, Nero or Corn-\\nmodus, Messalina or Heliogabalus, King John,\\nor Richard III.\\nTo be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an\\ninfamous history. The Canaanitish woman", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 133\\nlives more happily without a name than Hero-\\ndias with one and who would not rather have\\nbeen the good chief than Pilate?\\nKings and generals are often remembered\\nas much for their deaths as for their lives, for\\ntheir misfortunes as for their successes. The\\nHero of Thermopylae was Leonidas, not\\nXerxes. Alexander s Empire fell to pieces at\\nhis death. Napoleon was a great genius,\\nthough no Hero. But what came of all his\\nvictories? They passed away like the smoke\\nof his guns, and he left France weaker, poorer,\\nand smaller than he found her. The most\\nlasting results of his genius is no military\\nglory, but the Code of Napoleon.\\nA surer and more glorious title to fame is\\nthat of those who are remembered for some\\nact of justice or self-devotion the self-sacrifice\\nof Leonidas, the good faith of Regulus, are the\\nglories of history.\\nIn some cases where men have been called\\nafter places, the men are remembered, while\\nthe places are forgotten. When we speak of\\nPalestrina or Perugino, of Nelson or Welling-\\nton, of Newton or Darwin, who remembers\\nthe towns? We think only of the men.\\nGoethe has been called the soul of his cen-\\ntury.\\nIt is true that we have but meager biogra-\\nphies of Shakespeare or of Plato; yet how\\nmuch we know about them.\\nStatesmen and Generals enjoy great celeb-\\nrity during their lives. The newspapers\\nchronicle every word and movement. But", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "134 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthe fame of the Philosopher and Poet is more\\nenduring.\\nWordsworth deprecates monuments to Poets,\\nwith some exceptions, on this very account.\\nThe case of Statesmen, he says, is different.\\nIt is right to commemorate them because they\\nmight otherwise be forgotten; but Poets live\\nin their books forever.\\nThe real conquerors of the world, indeed, are\\nnot the generals but the thinkers; not Genghis\\nKhan and Akbar, Rameses, or Alexander, but\\nConfucius and Buddha, Aristotle, Plato, and\\nChrist. The rulers and kings who reigned\\nover our ancestors have for the most part long\\nsince sunk into oblivion they are forgotten\\nfor want of some sacred bard to give them\\nlife or are remembered, like Suddhodana and\\nPilate, from their association with higher\\nspirits.\\nSuch men s lives cannot be compressed into\\nany biography. They lived not merely in\\ntheir own generation, but for all time. When\\nwe speak of the Elizabethan period we think\\nof Shakespeare and Bacon, Raleigh and Spen-\\nser. The ministers and secretaries of state,\\nwith one or two exceptions, we scarcely\\nremember, and Bacon himself is recollected\\nless as the Judge than as the Philosopher.\\nMoreover, to what do Generals and States-\\nmen owe their fame? They were celebrated\\nfor their deeds, but to the Poet and the His-\\ntorian they owe their fame, and to the Poet and\\nHistorian we owe their glorious memories and\\nthe example of their virtues.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 135\\nVixere fortes ante Agamemnona\\nMulti sed omnes illacrimabiles\\nUrgentur ignotique longa\\nNocte, carentquia vate sacro.\\nThere were many brave men before Agamem-\\nnon, but their memory has perished because\\nthey were celebrated by no divine Bard.\\nMontrose happily combined the two when in\\nMy dear and only love he promises,\\nI ll make thee glorious by my pen,\\nAnd famous by my sword/\\nIt is remarkable, and encouraging, how\\nmany of the greatest men have risen from the\\nlowest rank, and triumphed over obstacles\\nwhich might well have seemed insurmount-\\nable nay, even obscurity itself may be a source\\nof honor. The very doubts as to Homer s\\nbirthplace have contributed to this glory, seven\\ncities as we all know laying claim to the great\\npoet\\nSmyrna, Chios, Colophon, Salamis, Rhodes, Argos,\\nAthena?.\\nTo take men of Science only. Ray was the\\nson of a blacksmith, Watt of a shipwright,\\nFranklin of a tallow-chandler, Dalton of a\\nhandloom weaver, Fraunhofer of a glazier,\\nLaplace of a farmer, Linnaeus of a poor curate,\\nFaraday of a blacksmith, Lamarck of a bank-\\ner s clerk; Davy was an apothecary s assistant,\\nGalileo, Kepler, Sprengel, Cuvier, and Sir W.\\nHerschel were all children of very poor\\nparents", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "136 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nIt is, on the other hand, sad to think how\\nmany of our greatest benefactors are unknown\\neven by name. Who discovered the art of\\nprocuring fire? Prometheus is merely the per-\\nsonification of forethought. Who invented\\nletters? Cadmus is a mere name.\\nThese inventions, indeed, are lost in the\\nmists of antiquity, but even as regards recent\\nprogress the steps are often so gradual, and so\\nnumerous, that few inventions can be attributed\\nentirely, or even mainly to any one person.\\nColumbus is said, and truly said, to have dis-\\ncovered America, though the Northmen were\\nthere before him.\\nWe Englishmen have every reason to be\\nproud of our fellow-countrymen. To take\\nPhilosophers and men of Science only, Bacon\\nand Hobbes, Locke and Berkeley, Hume and\\nHamilton, will always be associated with the\\nprogress of human thought, Newton with grav-\\nitation, Adam Smith with Political Economy,\\nYoung with the undulatory theory of light,\\nHerschel with the discovery of Uranus and the\\nstudy of the star depths, Lord Worcester,\\nTrevethick, and Watt with the steam-engine,\\nWheatstone with the electric telegraph, Jenner\\nwith the banishment of smallpox, Simpson\\nwith the practical application of anaesthetics,\\nand Darwin with the creation of modern Nat-\\nural History.\\nThese men, and such as these, have made\\nour history and molded our opinions; and\\nthough during life they may have occupied,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 137\\ncomparatively, an insignificant space in the\\neyes of their countrymen, they became at length\\nan irresistible power, and have now justly\\ngrown to a glorious memory.\\n10 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "138 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER II.\\nWEALTH.\\nThe rich and poor meet together: the Lord is the\\nmaker of them all. Proverbs of Solomon.\\nAmbition often takes the form of a love of\\nmoney. There are many who have never\\nattempted Art or Music, Poetry or Science but\\nmost people do something for a livelihood, and\\nconsequently an increase of income is not only\\nacceptable in itself, but gives a pleasant feel-\\ning of success.\\nDoubt is often expressed whether wealth is\\nany advantage. I do not myself believe that\\nthose who are born, as the saying is, with a sil-\\nver spoon in their mouth, are necessarily any\\nthe happier for it. No doubt wealth entails\\nalmost more labor than poverty, and certainly\\nmore anxiety. Still it must, I think, be con-\\nfessed that the possession of an income, what-\\never it may be, which increases somewhat as\\nthe years roll on, does add to the comfort of\\nlife.\\nUnquestionably the possession of wealth is\\nby no means unattended by drawbacks.\\nMoney and the love of money often go together.\\nThe poor man, as Emerson says, is the man\\nwho wishes to be rich; and the more a man", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 139\\nhas, the more he often longs to be richer. Just\\nas drinking often does but increase thirst so\\nin many cases the craving of riches does grow\\nwith wealth.\\nThis is, of course, especially the case when\\nmoney is sought for its own sake. Moreover,\\nit is often easier to make money than to keep\\nor to enjoy it. Keeping it is dull and anxious\\ndrudgery. The dread of loss may hang like a\\ndark cloud over life. Apicius, when he had\\nsquandered most of his patrimony, but had still\\n250,000 crowns left, committed suicide, as\\nSeneca tells us, for fear he should die of\\nhunger.\\nWealth is certainly no sinecure. Moreover,\\nthe value of money depends partly on knowing\\nwhat to do with it, partly on the manner in\\nwhich it is acquired.\\n4 Acquire money, thy friends say, that we\\nalso may have some. If I can acquire money\\nand also keep myself modest, and faithful, and\\nmagnanimous, point out the way, and I will\\nacquire it. But if you ask me to love the\\nthings which are good and my own, in order\\nthat you may gain things that are not good,\\nsee how unfair and unwise you are. For which\\nwould you rather have? Money, or a faithful\\nand modest friend?\\nWhat hinders a man, who has clearly com-\\nprehended these things, from living with a\\nlight heart, and bearing easily the reins, quietly\\nexpecting everything which can happen, and\\nenduring that which has already happened?\\nWould you have me to bear poverty? Come,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "140 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand you will know what poverty is when it has\\nfound one who can act well the part of a poor\\nman.\\nWe must bear in mind Solon s answer to\\nCroesus, Sir, if any other come that hath bet-\\nter iron than you, he will be master of all this\\ngold.\\nMidas is another case in point. He prayed\\nthat everything he touched might be turned\\ninto gold, and this prayer was granted. His\\nwine turned to gold, his bread turned to gold,\\nhis clothes, his very bed.\\nAttonitus novitate mali, divesque miserque,\\nEff ugere optat opes, et quae modo voverat, odit.\\nHe is by no means the only man who has\\nsuffered from too much gold.\\nThe real truth I take to be that wealth is not\\nnecessarily an advantage, but that whether it\\nis so or not depends on the use we make of it.\\nThe same, however, might be said of most other\\nopportunities and privileges; Knowledge and\\nStrength, Beauty and Skill, may all be abused;\\nif we neglect or misuse them we are worse off\\nthan if we had never had them. Wealth is\\nonly a disadvantage in the hands of those who\\ndo not know how to use it. It gives the com-\\nmand of so many other things\u00e2\u0080\u0094 leisure, the\\npower of helping friends, books, works of art,\\nopportunities, and means of travel.\\nIt would, however, be easy to exaggerate the\\nadvantages of money. It is well worth hav-\\ning, and worth working for, but it does not\\nrequire too great a sacrifice; not indeed so", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 141\\ngreat as is often offered up to it. A wise pro-\\nverb tells us that gold may be bought too dear.\\nIf wealth is to be valued because it gives leisure\\nclearly it would be a mistake to sacrifice leisure\\nin the struggle for wealth. Money has no\\ndoubt also a tendency to make men poor in\\nspirit. But, on the other hand, what gift is\\nthere which is without danger?\\nEuripides said that money finds friends for\\nmen, and has great (he said the greatest)\\npower among Mankind, cynically adding, A\\nmighty person indeed is a rich man, especially\\nif his heir be unknown.\\nBossuet tells us that he had no attachment\\nto riches, still if he had only what was barely\\nnecessary, he felt himself narrowed, and would\\nlose more than half his talents.\\nShelley was certainly not an avaricious man,\\nand yet, I desire money, he said, because\\nI think I know the use of it. It commands\\nlabor, it gives leisure; and to give leisure to\\nthose who will employ it in the forwarding of\\ntruth is the noblest present an individual can\\nmake to the whole.\\nMany will have felt with Pepys when he\\nquaintly and piously says, Abroad with my\\nwife, the first time that ever I rode in my own\\ncoach; which do make my heart rejoice and\\npraise God, and pray him to bless it to me,\\nand continue it.\\nThis, indeed, was a somewhat selfish satisfac-\\ntion. Yet the merchant need not quit nor be\\nashamed of his profession, bearing in mind\\nonly the inscription on the Church of St. Gia-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "!42 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ncomo de Rialto at Venice: Around this\\ntemple let the merchant s law be just, his\\nweights true, and his covenants faithful.\\nIf life has been sacrificed to the rolling up of\\nmoney for its own sake, the very means by\\nwhich it was acquired will prevent its being\\nenjoyed; the chill of poverty will have entered\\ninto the very bones. The term Miser was hap-\\npily chosen for such persons; they are essen-\\ntially miserable.\\n44 A collector peeps into all the picture shops\\nof Europe for a landscape of Poussin, a crayon\\nsketch of Salvator; but the Transfiguration,\\nthe Last Judgment, the Communion of St. Jer-\\nome, and what are as transcendent as these,\\nare on the walls of the Vatican, the Uffizi, or\\nthe Louvre, where every footman may see\\nthem; to say nothing of Nature s pictures in\\nevery street, of sunsets and sunrises every day,\\nand the sculpture of the human body never\\nabsent. A collector recently bought at public\\nauction in London, for one hundred and fifty-\\nseven guineas, an autograph of Shakespeare;\\nbut for nothing a schoolboy can read Hamlet,\\nand can detect secrets of highest concernment\\nyet unpublished therein. And yet What\\nhath the owner but the sight of it with his\\neyes?\\nWe are really richer than we think. We\\noften hear of Earth hunger. People envy a\\ngreat Landlord, and fancy how delightful it\\nmust be to possess a large estate. But, as\\nEmerson says, if you own land, the land owns\\nyou. Moreover, have we not all, in a better", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 143\\nsense have we not all thousands of acres of\\nour own? The commons, and roads, and foot-\\npaths, and the sea-shore, our grand and varied\\ncoast these are all ours. The sea-coast has,\\nmoreover, two great advantages. In the first\\nplace, it is for the most part but little inter-\\nfered with by man, and in the second it exhibits\\nmost instructively the forces of Nature. We\\nare all great landed proprietors, if we only\\nknew it. What we lack is not land, but the\\npower to enjoy it. Moreover, this great inher-\\nitance has the additional advantage that it\\nentails no labor, requires no management.\\nThe landlord has the trouble, but the landscape\\nbelongs to every one who has eyes to see it.\\nThus Kingsley called the heaths round Evers-\\nley his winter garden; not because they\\nwere his in the eye of the law, but in that\\nhigher sense in which ten thousand persons\\nmay own the same thing.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "144 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER III.\\nHEALTH.\\nHealth is best for mortal man, next beauty thirdly\\nwell-gotten wealth; fourthly, the pleasure of youth\\namong friends. Simonides.\\nBut if there has been some difference of\\nopinion as to the advantage of wealth, with\\nreference to health all are agreed.\\nHealth, said Simonides long ago, is best\\nfor mortal man; next beauty; thirdly, well-\\ngotten wealth fourthly, the pleasure of youth\\namong friends. Life, says Longfellow,\\nwithout health is a burden, with health is a\\njoy and gladness. Empedocles delivered the\\npeople of Selinus from a pestilence by draining\\na marsh, and was hailed as a Demigod. We\\nare told that a coin was struck in his honor,\\nrepresenting the Philosopher in the act of stay-\\ning the hand of Phoebus.\\nWe scarcely realize, I think, how much we\\nowe to Doctors. Our system of Medicine\\nseems so natural and obvious that it hardly\\noccurs to us as somewhat new and exceptional.\\nWhen we are ill we send for a Physician he\\nprescribes some medicine we take it, and pay\\nhis fee. But among the lower races of men\\npain and illness are often attributed to the\\npresence of evil spirits. The Medicine Man is", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 145\\na Priest, or rather a Sorcerer, more than a true\\nDoctor, and his effort is to exorcise the evil\\nspirit.\\nIn other countries where some advance has\\nbeen made, a charm is written on a board,\\nwashed off, and drunk. In some cases the\\nmedicine is taken, not by the patient, but by\\nthe Doctor. Such a system, however, is gen-\\nerally transient it is naturally discouraged by\\nthe Profession, and is indeed incompatible with\\na large practice. Even as regards the pay-\\nment we find very different systems. The\\nChinese pay their medical man as long as they\\nare well, and stop his salary as soon as they\\nare ill. In ancient Egypt we are told that the\\npatient feed the Doctor for the first few days,\\nafter which the Doctor paid the patient until\\nhe made him well. This is a fascinating sys-\\ntem, but might afford too much temptation to\\nheroic remedies.\\nOn the whole our plan seems the best, though\\nit does not offer adequate encouragement to\\ndiscovery and research. We do not appreciate\\nhow much we owe to the discoveries of such\\nmen as Hunter and Jenner, Simpson and Lis-\\nter. And yet in the matter of health we can\\ngenerally do more for ourselves than the\\ngreatest Doctors can for us.\\nBut if all are agreed as to the blessing of\\nhealth, there are many who will not take the\\nlittle trouble, or submit to the slight sacrifices,\\nnecessary to maintain it. Many, indeed, delib-\\nerately ruin their own health, and incur the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "146 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ncertainty of an early grave, or an old age of\\nsuffering.\\nNo doubt some inherit a constitution which\\nrenders health almost unattainable. Pope\\nspoke of that long disease, his life. Many\\nindeed may say, I suffer, therefore I am.\\nBut happily these cases are exceptional. Most\\nof us might be well, if we would. It is very\\nmuch our own fault that we are ill. We do\\nthose things which we ought not to do, and we\\nleave undone those things which we ought to\\nhave done, and then we wonder there is no\\nhealth in us.\\nWe all know that we can make ourselves ill,\\nbut few perhaps realize how much we can do\\nto keep ourselves well. Much of our suffering\\nis self-inflicted. It has been observed that\\namong the ancient Egyptians the chief aim of\\nlife seemed to be to be well buried. Many,\\nhowever, live even now as if this were the prin-\\ncipal object of their existence.\\nLike Naaman, we expect our health to be the\\nsubject of some miraculous interference, and\\nneglect the homely precautions by which it\\nmight be secured.\\nI am inclined to doubt whether the study of\\nhealth is sufficiently impressed on the minds of\\nthose entering life. Not that it is desirable to\\npotter over minor ailments, to con over books\\non illnesses, or experiment on ourselves with\\nmedicine. Far from it. The less we fancy\\nourselves ill, or bother about little bodily dis-\\ncomforts, the more likely perhaps we are to\\npreserve our health.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 147\\nIt is, however, a different matter to study the\\ngeneral conditions of health. A well-known\\nproverb tells lis that every one is a fool or a\\nphysician at forty. Unfortunately, however,\\nmany persons are invalids at forty as well as\\nphysicians.\\nIll health, however, is no excuse for morose-\\nness. If we have one disease we may at least\\ncongratulate ourselves that we are escaping all\\nthe rest. Sydney Smith, ever ready to look on\\nthe bright side of things, once, when borne\\ndown by suffering, wrote to a friend that he\\nhad gout, asthma, and seven other maladies,\\nbut was 4 otherwise very well; and many of\\nthe greatest invalids have borne their suffer-\\nings with cheerfulness and good spirits.\\nIt is said that the celebrated physiognomist,\\nCampanella, could so abstract his attention\\nfrom any sufferings of his body, that he was\\neven able to endure the rack without much\\npain and whoever has the power of concen-\\ntrating his attention and controlling his will,\\ncan emancipate himself from most of the minor\\nmiseries of life. He may have much cause\\nfor anxiety, his body may be the seat of severe\\nsuffering, and yet his mind will remain serene\\nand unaffected he may triumph over care and\\npain.\\nBut many have undergone much unnecessary\\nsuffering, and valuable lives have often been\\nlost, through ignorance or carelessness. We\\ncannot but fancy that the lives of many great\\nmen might have been much prolonged by the\\nexercise of a little ordinary care.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "148 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nIf we take musicians only, what a grievous\\nloss to the world it is that Pergolesi should\\nhave died at twenty-six, Schubert at thirty-\\none, Mozart at thirty-five, Purcell at thirty-\\nseven, and Mendelssohn at thirty-eight.\\nIn the old Greek myth the life of Meleager\\nwas indissolubly connected by fate with the\\nexistence of a particular log of wood. As long\\nas this was kept safe by Althaea, his mother,\\nMeleager bore a charmed life. It seems\\nwonderful that we do not watch with equal care\\nover our body, on the state of which happiness\\nso much depends.\\nThe requisites of health are plain enough;\\nregular habits, daily exercise, cleanliness, and\\nmoderation in all things in eating as well as\\nin drinking would keep most people well.\\nI need not here dwell on the evils of drink-\\ning, but we perhaps scarcely realize how much\\nof the suffering and ill-humor of life is due to\\nover-eating. Dyspepsia, for instance, from\\nwhich so many suffer, is in nine cases out of\\nten their own fault, and arises from the com-\\nbination of too much food with too little exer-\\ncise. To lengthen your life, says an old prov-\\nerb, shorten your meals. Plain living and high\\nthinking will secure health for most of us,\\nthough it matters, perhaps, comparatively little\\nwhat a healthy man eats, so long as he does\\nnot eat too much.\\nMr. Gladstone has told us that the splendid\\nhealth he enjoys is greatly due to his having\\nearly learnt one simple physiological maxim,\\nand laid it down as a rule for himself always", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 149\\nto make twenty five bites at every bit of\\nmeat.\\nGo to your banquet then, but use delight,\\nSo as to rise still with an appetite.\\nNo doubt, however, though the rule not to\\neat or drink too much is simple enough in\\ntheory, it is not quite so easy in application.\\nThere have been many Esaus who have sold\\ntheir birthright of health for a mess of pot-\\ntage.\\nMoreover, it may seem paradoxical, but it is\\ncertainly true, that in the long run the mod-\\nerate man will derive more enjoyment even\\nfrom eating and drinking, than the glutton or\\nthe drunkard will ever obtain. They know\\nnot what it is to enjoy the exquisite taste of\\ncommon dry bread.\\nAnd yet even if we were to consider merely\\nthe pleasure to be derived from eating and\\ndrinking, the same rule would hold good. A\\nlunch of bread and cheese after a good walk is\\nmore enjoyable than a Lord Mayor s feast.\\nWithout wishing, like Apicius, for the neck of\\na stork, so that he might enjoy his dinner\\nlonger, we must not be ungrateful for the en-\\njoyment we derive from eating and drinking,\\neven though they be amongst the least aesthetic\\nof our pleasures. They are homely, no doubt,\\nbut they come morning, noon, and night, and\\nare not the less real because they have refer-\\nence to the body rather than the soul.\\nWe speak truly of a healthy appetite, for it\\nis a good test of our bodily condition; and,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "150 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nindeed, in some cases of our mental state also.\\nThat\\nThere cometh no good thing\\nApart from toil to mortals,\\nis especially true with reference to appetite;\\nto sit down to a dinner, however simple, after\\na walk with a friend among the mountains or\\nalong the shore, is no insignificant pleasure.\\nCheerfulness and good-humor, moreover,\\nduring meals are not only pleasant in them-\\nselves, but conduce greatly to health.\\nIt has been said that hunger is the best\\nsauce, but most would prefer some good stories\\nat a feast even to a good appetite; and who\\nwould not like to have it said of him, as of\\nBiron by Rosaline\\nA merrier man\\nWithin the limit of becoming mirth\\nI never spent an hour s talk withal.\\nIn the three great Banquets of Plato, Xen-\\nophon, and Plutarch, the food is not even men-\\ntioned.\\nIn the words of the old Lambeth adage\\nWhat is a merry man?\\nLet him do what he can\\nTo entertain his guests\\nWith wine and pleasant jests,\\nYet if his wife do frown\\nAll merriment goes down.\\nWhat salt is to food, wit and humor are ta\\nconversation and literature. You do not,\\nan amusing writer in the Cornhill has said,\\nexpect humor in Thomas a Kempis or the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 151\\nHebrew Prophets but we have Solomon s\\nauthority that there is a time to laugh, as well\\nas to weep.\\nTo read a good comedy is to keep the best\\ncompany in the world, when the best things\\nare said, and the most amusing things hap-\\npen.\\nIt is not without reason that every one\\nresents the imputation of being unable to see\\na joke.\\nLaughter appears to be the special preroga-\\ntive of man. The higher animals present us\\nwith proof of evident, if not highly-developed\\nreasoning power, but it is more than doubtful\\nwhether they are capable of appreciating a\\njoke.\\nWit, moreover, has solved many difficulties\\nand decided many controversies.\\nRidicule shall frequently prevail,\\nAnd cut the knot when graver reasons fail.\\nA careless song, says Walpole, with a little\\nnonsense in it now and then, does not misbe-\\ncome a monarch, but it is difficult now to\\nrealize that James I. should have regarded skill\\nin punning in his selection of bishops and\\nprivy councilors.\\nThe most wasted of all days, says Chamfort,\\nis that on which one has not laughed.\\nIt is, moreover, no small merit of laughter\\nthat it is quite spontaneous.\\n4 You cannot force people to laugh you can-\\nnot give a reason why they should laugh they\\nmust laugh of themselves or not at all.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "152 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nIf we think we must not laugh, this makes our\\ntemptation to laugh the greater. Humor is,\\nmoreover, contagious. A witty man may say,\\nas Falstaff does of himself, I am not only\\nwitty in myself, but the cause that wit is in\\nother men.\\nBut one may paraphrase the well-known\\nremark about port wine and say that some\\njokes may be better than others, but anything\\nwhich makes one laugh is good. After all,\\nsays Dryden, it is a good thing to laugh at\\nany rate and if a straw can tickle a man, it is\\nan instrument of happiness, and I may add,\\nof health.\\nI have been told that in omitting any men-\\ntion of smoking I was overlooking one of the\\nreal pleasures of life. Not being a smoker\\nmyself I cannot perhaps judge; much must\\ndepend on the individual temperament; to\\nsome nervous natures it certainly appears to\\nbe a great comfort; but I have my doubts\\nwhether smoking, as a general rule, does add\\nto the pleasures of life. It must, moreover,\\ndetract somewhat from the sensitiveness of\\ntaste and of smell.\\nThose who live in cities may almost lay it\\ndown as a rule that no time spent out of doors\\nis ever wasted. Fresh air is a cordial of incred-\\nible virtue; old families are in all senses county\\nfamilies, not town families; and those who\\nprefer Homer and Plato and Shakespeare to\\nhares and partridges and foxes must beware\\nthat they are not tempted to neglect this great\\nrequisite of our nature.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 153\\nMost Englishmen, however, love open air,\\nand it is probably true that most of us enjoy\\na game at cricket or golf more than looking at\\nany of the old masters. The love of sport is\\nengraven in the English character. As was\\nsaid of William Rufus, he loves the tall deer\\nas if he had been their father.\\nAn Oriental traveler is said to have watched\\na game of cricket and been much astonished\\nat hearing that many of those playing were\\nrich men. He asked why they did not pay\\nsome poor people to do it for them.\\nWordsworth made it a rule to go out every\\nday, and he used to say that as he. never con-\\nsulted the weather, he never had to consult\\nthe physicians.\\nIt always seems to be raining harder than it\\nreally is when you look at the weather through\\nthe window. Even in winter, though the\\nlandscape often seems cheerless and bare\\nenough when you look at it from the fireside,\\nstill it is far better to go out, even if you have\\nto brave the storm: when you are once out\\nof doors the touch of earth and the breath of\\nthe fresh air gives you fresh life and energy.\\nMen, like trees, live in great part on air.\\nAfter a gallop over the downs, a row on the\\nriver, a sea voyage, a walk by the sea-shore or\\nin the woods,\\nThe blue above, the music in the air,\\nThe flowers upon the ground,\\none feels as if one could say with Henry IV.,\\n}e me porte comme le PontNeuf.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "154 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nThe Roman proverb that a child should be\\ntaught nothing which he cannot learn stand-\\ning up, went no doubt into an extreme, but\\nsurely we fall into another when we act as if\\ngames were the only thing which boys could\\nlearn upon their feet.\\nThe love of games among boys is certainly\\na healthy instinct, and though carried too far\\nin some of our great schools, there can be no\\nquestion that cricket and football, boating and\\nhockey, bathing and birdnesting, are not only\\nthe greatest pleasures, but the best medicines\\nfor boys.\\nWe cannot always secure sleep. When im-\\nportant decisions have to be taken, the natural\\nanxiety to come to a right decision will often\\nkeep us awake. Nothing, however, is more\\nconducive to healthy sleep than plenty of open\\nair. Then, indeed, we can enjoy the fresh life\\nof the early morning; the breezy call of in-\\ncense-bearing morn.\\nAt morn the Blackcock trims his jetty wing,\\nTis morning tempts the linnet s blithest lay.\\nAll nature s children feel the matin spring\\nOf life reviving with reviving day.\\nEpictetus described himself as a spirit\\nbearing about a corpse. That seems to me\\nan ungrateful description. Surely we ought\\nto cherish the body, even if it be but a frail\\nand humble companion. Do we not owe to the\\neye our enjoyment of the beauties of this\\nworld and the glories of the Heavens; to the\\near the voices of friends and all the delights", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 155\\nof music; are not the hands most faithful and\\ninvaluable instruments, ever ready in case of\\nneed, ever willing to do our bidding; and even\\nthe feet bear us without a murmur along the\\nroughest and stoniest paths of life.\\nWith reasonable care then, most of us may\\nhope to enjoy good health. And yet what a\\nmarvelous and complex organization we have\\nWe are indeed fearfully and wonderfully\\nmade. It is\\nStrange that a harp of a thousand strings\\nShould keep in tune so long.\\nWhen we consider the marvelous complexity\\nof our bodily organization, it seems a miracle\\nthat we should live at all much more that the\\ninnumerable organs and processes should con-\\ntinue day after day and year after year with so\\nmuch regularity and so little friction, that we\\nare sometimes scarcely conscious of having a\\nbody at all.\\nAnd yet in that body we have more than 200\\nbones, of complex and varied forms, any\\nirregularity in or injury to, which would of\\ncourse grievously interfere with our move-\\nmeats.\\nWe have over 500 muscles; each nourished\\nby almost innumerable blood-vessels, and reg-\\nulated by nerves. One of our muscles, the\\nheart, beats over 30,000,000 times in a year,\\nand if it once stops, all is over.\\nIn the skin are wonderfully varied and com-\\nplex organs for instance, over 2,000,000 per-\\nspiration glands, which regulate the tempera-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "156 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nture and communicate with the surface by\\nducts, which have a total length of some ten\\nmiles.\\nThink of the miles of arteries and veins, of\\ncapillaries and nerves; of the blood, with the\\nmillions of millions of blood corpuscles, each\\na microcosm in itself.\\nThink of the organs of sense, the eye with\\nits cornea and lens, vitreous humor, aqueous\\nhumor, and choroid, culminating in the retina,\\nno thicker than a sheet of paper, and yet con-\\nsisting of nine distinct layers, the innermost\\ncomposed of rods and cones, supposed to be\\nthe immediate recipients of the undulations of\\nlight, and so numerous that in each eye the\\ncones are estimated at over 3,000,000, the rods\\nat over 30,000,000.\\nAbove all, and most wonderful of all, the\\nbrain itself. Meinert has calculated that the\\ngray matter of the convolutions alone contains\\nno less than 600,000,000 cells; each cell con-\\nsists of several thousand visible atoms, and\\neach atom again of many millions of molecules.\\nAnd yet with reasonable care we can most\\nof us keep this wonderful organization in\\nhealth, so that it will work without causing\\nus pain, or even discomfort, for many years\\nand we may hope that even when old age\\ncomes\\nTime may lay his hand\\nUpon your heart gently, not smiting it.\\nBut as a harper lays his open palm\\nUpon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 157\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nLOVE.\\nLove rules the court, the camp, the grove,\\nAnd men below and saints above\\nFor love is heaven and heaven is love.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Scott.\\nLove is the light and sunshine of life. We\\nare so constituted that we cannot fully enjoy\\nourselves, or anything else, unless some one\\nwe love enjoys it with us. Even if we are\\nalone, we store up our enjoyment in hope of\\nSharing it hereafter with those we love.\\nLove lasts through life, and adapts itself to\\nevery age and circumstance in childhood for\\nfather and mother, in manhood for wife, in\\nage for children, and throughout for brothers\\nand sisters, relations and friends. The strength\\nof friendship is indeed proverbial, and in some\\ncases, as in that of David and Jonathan, is\\ndescribed as surpassing the love of women.\\nBut I need not now refer to it, having spoken\\nalready of what we owe to friends.\\nThe goodness of Providence to man has been\\noften compared to that of fathers and mothers\\nfor their children.\\nJust as a mother, with sweet, pious face,\\nYearns toward her little children from her seat,\\nGives one a kiss, another an embrace,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "158 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nTakes this upon her knees, that on her feet\\nAnd while from actions, looks, complaints, pretenses,\\nShe learns their feelings and their various will,\\nTo this a look, to that word, dispenses,\\nAnd, whether stern or smiling, loves them still\\nSo Providence for us, high, infinite,\\nMakes our necessities its watchful task,\\nHearkens to all our prayers, helps all our wants,\\nAnd e en if it denies what seems our right,\\nEither denies because twould have us ask,\\nOr seems but to deny, or in denying grants.\\nSir Walter Scott well says\\nAnd if there be on Earth a tear\\nFrom passion s dross f refined and clear,\\nTis that which pious fathers shed\\nUpon a duteous daughter s head.\\nEpaminondas is said to have given as his\\nmain reason for rejoicing at the victory of\\nLeuctra, that it would give so much pleasure\\nto his father and mother.\\nNor must the love of animals be altogether\\nomitted. It is impossible not to sympathize\\nwith the Savage when he believes in their\\nimmortality, and thinks that after death\\nAdmitted to that equal sky\\nHis faithful dogs shall bear him company.\\nIn the Mahabharata, the great Indian Epic\\nwhen the family of Pandavas, the heroes, at\\nlength reach the gates of heaven, they are\\nwelcomed themselves, but are told that their\\ndog cannot come in. Having pleaded in vain,\\nthey turn to depart, as they say they can never\\nleave their faithful companion. Then at the\\n*Filicaja. Translated by Leigh Hunt.\\nfNot from passion itself.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 159\\nlast moment the Angel at the door relents, and\\ntheir Dog is allowed to enter with them.\\nWe may hope the time will come when we\\nshall learn\\nNever to blend our pleasure or our pride,\\nWith sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.\\nBut at the present moment I am speaking\\nrather of the love which leads to marriage.\\nSuch love is the music of life, nay, there is\\nmusic in the beauty, and the silent note of\\nlove, far sweeter than the sound of any instru-\\nment.\\nThe Symposium of Plato contains an inter-\\nesting and amusing disquisition on Love.\\nLove, Phaedrus is made to say, will\\nmake men dare to die for their beloved\\nlove alone and women as well as men. Of\\nthis, Alcestis, the daughter of Pelias, is a\\nmonument to all Hellas; for she was willing\\nto lay down her life on behalf of her husband,\\nwhen no one else would, although he had a\\nfather and mother; but the tenderness of her\\nlove so far exceeded theirs, that she made\\nthem seem to be strangers in blood to their\\nown son, and in name only related to him and\\nso noble did this action of hers appear to the\\ngods, as well as to men, that among the\\nmany who have done virtuously she is one of\\nthe very few to whom they have granted the\\nprivilege of returning to earth, in admiration\\nof her virtue; such exceeding honor is paid\\nby them to the devotion and virtue of love.\\nAgathon is even more eloquent", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "160 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nLove fills men with affection, and takes\\naway their disaffection, making them meet\\ntogether at such banquets as these. In sacri-\\nfices, feasts, dances, he is our lord supplying\\nkindness and banishing unkindness, giving\\nfriendship and forgiving enmity, and joy of\\nthe good, the wonder of the wise, the amaze-\\nment of the gods, desired by those who have\\nno part in him, and precious to those who have\\nthe better part in him; parent of delicacy,\\nluxury, desire, fondness, softness, grace, re-\\ngardful of the good, regardless of the evil. In\\nevery word, work, wish, fear pilot, comrade,\\nhelper, savior; glory of gods and men, leader,\\nbest and brightest in whose footsteps let every\\nman follow, sweetly singing in his honor that\\nsweet strain with which love charms the souls\\nof gods and men.\\nNo doubt, even so there are two Loves,\\n4 one, the daughter of Uranus, who has no\\nmother, and is the elder and wiser goddess,\\nand the other, the daughter of Zeus and Dione,\\nwho is popular and common but let us not\\nexamine too closely. Charity tells us even of\\nGuinevere, that while she lived, she was a\\ngood lover and therefore she had a good end.\\nThe origin of love has exercised philosophers\\nalmost as much as the origin of evil. The\\nSymposium continues with a speech which\\nPlato attributes in joke to Aristophanes, and\\nof which Jowett observes that nothing in Aris-\\ntoplanes is more truly Aristophanic.\\nThe original human nature, he says, was not\\nlike the present. The Primeval Man was", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "The sea-shore, our i\\nrand and varied coast.\\nPleasures of Life.\\nPage 143.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 161\\nround, his back and sides forming a circle;\\nand he had four hands and four feet, one head\\nwith two faces, looking opposite ways, set on\\na round neck and precisely alike. He could\\nwalk upright as men now do, backward or for-\\nward as he pleased, and he could also roll over\\nand over at a great rate, whirling round on\\nhis four hands and four feet, eight in all, like\\ntumblers going over and over with their legs\\nin the air this was when he wanted to run\\nfast. Terrible was their might and strength,\\nand the thoughts of their hearts were great,\\nand they made an attack upon the gods; of\\nthem is told the tale of Otys and Ephialtes,\\nwho, as Homer says, dared to scale heaven,\\nand would have laid hands upon the gods.\\nDoubt reigned in the celestial councils. Should\\nthey kill them and annihilate the race with\\nthunderbolts, as they had done the giants,\\nthen there would be an end of the sacrifices\\nand worship which men offered to them but,\\non the other hand, the gods could not suffer\\ntheir insolence to be unrestrained. At last,\\nafter a good deal of reflection, Zeus discovered\\na way. He said: Methinks I have a plan\\nwhich will humble their pride and mend their\\nmanners; they shall continue to exist, but I\\nwill cut them in two, which will have a double\\nadvantage, for it will halve their strength\\nand we shall have twice as many sacrifices.\\nThey shall walk upright on two legs, and if\\nthey continue insolent and will not be quiet, I\\nwill split them again and they shall hop on a\\nsingle leg. He spoke and cut men in two,\\n11 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "162 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nas you might split an egg with a hair.\\nAfter the division the two parts of man, each\\ndesiring his other half, came together.\\nSo ancient is the desire of one another which\\nis implanted in us, reuniting our original\\nnature, making one of two, and healing the\\nstate of man. Each of us when separated is\\nbut the indenture of a man, having one side\\nonly, like a flat-fish, and he is always looking\\nfor his other half.\\nAnd when one of them finds his other half,\\nthe pair are lost in amazement of love and\\nfriendship and intimacy, and one will not be\\nout of the other s sight, as I may say, even\\nfor a minute they will pass their whole lives\\ntogether; yet they could not explain what\\nthey desire of one another. For the intense\\nyearning which each of them has toward the\\nother does not appear to be the desire of\\nlovers intercourse, but of something else,\\nwhich the soul of either evidently desires and\\ncannot tell, and of which she has only a dark\\nand doubtful presentiment.\\nHowever this may be, there is such instinc-\\ntive insight in the human heart that we often\\nform our opinion almost instantaneously, and\\nsuch impressions seldom change, I might even\\nsay, they are seldom wrong. Love at first\\nsight sounds like an imprudence, and yet is\\nalmost a revelation. It seems as if we were\\nbut renewing the relations of a previous exist-\\nence.\\nBut to see her were to love her,\\nLove but her, and love forever.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 163\\nYet though experience seldom falsifies such a\\nfeeling, happily the reverse does not hold good.\\nThe deepest affection is often of slow growth.\\nMany a warm love has been won by faithful\\ndevotion.\\nMontaigne indeed declares that Few have\\nmarried for love without repenting it. Dr.\\nJohnson also maintains that marriages would\\ngenerally be happier if they were arranged\\nby the Lord Chancellor; but I do not think\\neither Montaigne or Johnson were good judges.\\nAs Lancelot said to the unfortunate Maid of\\nAstolet, I love not to be constrained to love,\\nfor love must arise of the heart and not by\\nconstraint.\\nLove defies distance and the elements;\\nSestor and Abydos are divided by the sea,\\nbut Love joined them by an arrow from his\\nbow.\\nLove can be happy anywhere. Byron\\nwished\\nO that the desert were my dwelling-place,\\nWith one fair Spirit for my minister,\\nThat I might all forget the human race,\\nAnd, hating no one, love but only her.\\nAnd many will doubtless have felt\\nO Love! what hours were thine and mine\\nIn lands of Palm and southern Pine,\\nIn lands of Palm, of Orange blossom,\\nOf Olive, Aloe, and Maize and Vine.\\nWhat is true of space holds good equally of\\ntime.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "164 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nIn peace, Love tunes the shepherd s reed,\\nIn war, he mounts the warrior s steed;\\nIn halls, in gay attire is seen\\nIn hamlets, dances on the green.\\nLove rules the court, the camp, the grove,\\nAnd men below, and saints above\\nFor love is heaven, and heaven is love.\\nEven when, as among some Eastern races,\\nReligion and Philosophy have combined to de-\\npress love, truth reasserts itself, in popular\\nsayings, as for instance, in the Turkish prov-\\nerb, All women are perfection, especially she\\nwho loves you.\\nA French lady having once quoted to Abd-\\nel-Kader the Polish proverb, A woman draws\\nmore with a hair of her head than a pair of\\noxen well harnessed he answered with a\\nsmile, The hair is unnecessary, woman is\\npowerful as fate.\\nBut we like to think of Love rather as the\\nAngel of Happiness than as a ruling force: of\\nthe joy of home when hearts are of each\\nother sure.\\nIt is the secret sympathy,\\nThe silver link, the silken tie.\\nWhich heart to heart, and mind to mind\\nIn body and in soul can bind.\\nWhat Bacon says of a friend is even truer of\\na wife; there is no man that imparteth his\\njoys to his friend, but he joyeth the more\\nand no man that imparteth his griefs to his\\nfriend, but he grieveth the less.\\nLet some one we love come near us and\\nAt once it seems that something new or strange\\nHas passed upon the flowers, the trees, the ground", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 165\\nSome slight but unintelligible change\\nOn everything around.\\nWe might, I think, apply to love what\\nHomer says of Fate:\\nHer feet are tender, for she sets her steps\\nNot on the ground, but on the heads of men.\\nLove and Reason divide the life of man.\\nWe must give to each its due. If it is impos-\\nsible to attain to virtue by the aid of Reason\\nwithout Love, neither can we do so by means\\nof Love alone without Reason.\\nLove, said Melanippides, sowing in the\\nheart of man the sweet harvest of desire,\\nmixes the sweetest and most beautiful things\\ntogether.\\nNo one indeed could complain now, with\\nPhsedrus in Plato s Symposium, that Love has\\nhad no worshipers among the Poets. On the\\ncontrary, Love has brought them many of\\ntheir sweetest inspirations; none perhaps\\nnobler or more beautiful than Milton s descrip-\\ntion of Paradise\\nWith thee conversing, I forget all time,\\nAll seasons, and their change, all please alike.\\nSweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet\\nWith charm of earliest birds pleasant the sun\\nWhen first on this delightful land he spreads\\nHis orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower\\nGlistering with dew, fragrant the fertile earth\\nAfter soft showers and sweet the coming on\\nOf grateful evening mild then silent night\\nWith this her solemn bird and this fair moon,\\nAnd these the gems of heaven, her starry train\\nBut neither breath of morn when she ascends\\nWith charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "166 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nOn this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower\\nGlistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers,\\nNor grateful evening mild, nor silent night\\nWith this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon\\nOr glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.\\nMoreover, no one need despair of an ideal\\nmarriage. We fortunately differ so much in\\nour tastes love does so much to create love,\\nthat even the humblest may hope for the hap-\\npiest marriage if only he deserves it; and\\nShakespeare speaks, as he does so often, for\\nthousands when he says\\nShe is mine own,\\nAnd I as rich in having such a jewel\\nAs twenty seas, if all their sands were pearls,\\nThe water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.\\nTrue love indeed will not be unreasonable\\nor exacting.\\nTell me not, sweet, I am unkind\\nThat from the nunnery\\nOf thy chaste breast and quiet mind\\nTo war and arms I fly.\\nTrue a new mistress now I chase,\\nThe first foe in the field,\\nAnd with a stronger faith embrace\\nA sword, a horse, a shield.\\nYet this inconstancy is such\\nAs you too shall adore,\\nI could not love thee, dear, so much,\\nLoved I not honor more.\\nAnd yet\\nAlas! how light a cause may move\\nDissension between hearts that love\\nHearts that the world in vain had tried,\\nAnd sorrow but more closely tied,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 167\\nThat stood the storm, when waves were rough,\\nYet in sunny hour fall off,\\nLike ships that have gone down at sea,\\nWhen heaven was all tranquillity.\\nFor love is brittle. Do not risk even any\\nlittle jar; it may be\\nThe little rift within the lute,\\nThat by and by will make the music mute,\\nAnd ever widening slowly silence all.\\nLove is delicate; Love is hurt with jar and\\nfret, and you might as well expect a violin\\nto remain in tune if roughly used, as Love to\\nsurvive if chilled or driven into itself. But\\nwhat a pleasure to keep it alive by\\nLittle, nameless, unremembered acts\\nOf kindness and of love.\\nShe whom you loved and chose, says\\nBondi,\\nIs now your bride,\\nThe gift of heaven, and to your trust consigned;\\nHonor her still, though not with passion blind;\\nAnd in her virtue, though you watch, confide.\\nBe to her youth a comfort, guardian, guide,\\nIn whose experience she may safety find\\nAnd whether sweet or bitter be assigned,\\nThe joy with her, as well as pain, divide.\\nYield not too much if reason disapprove\\nNor too much force the partner of your life\\nShould neither victim be, nor tyrant prove.\\nThus shall that rein, which often mars the bliss\\nOf wedlock, scarce be felt and thus your wife\\nNe er in the husband shall the lover miss.\\nEvery one is ennobled by true love\\nTis better to have loved and lost\\nThan never to have loved at all.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "168 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nPerhaps no one ever praised a woman more\\ngracefully in a sentence than Steele, when he\\nsaid of Lady Elizabeth Hastings that to know\\nher was a liberal education but every\\nwoman may feel as she improves herself that\\nshe is not only laying in a store of happiness\\nfor herself, but also raising and blessing him\\nwhom she would most wish to see happy and\\ngood.\\nLove, true love, grows and deepens with\\ntime. Husband and wife, who are married\\nindeed, live\\nBy each other, till to love and live\\nBe one.\\nNor does it end with life. A mother s love\\nknows no bounds.\\nThey err who tell us Love can die,\\nWith life all other passions fly,\\nAll others are but vanity.\\nIn Heaven Ambition cannot dwell,\\nNor Avarice in the vaults of Hell\\nEarthly these passions of the Earth\\nThey perish where they have their birth,\\nBut Love is indestructible\\nIts holy flame forever burneth,\\nFrom Heaven it came, to Heaven retumeth\\nToo oft on Earth a troubled guest,\\nAt times deceived, at times opprest,\\nIt here is tried and purified,\\nThen hath in Heaven its perfect rest:\\nIt soweth here with toil and care,\\nBut the harvest time of Love is there.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u00a2The Mother when she meets on high\\nThe Babe she lost in infancy,\\nHath she not then, for pains and fears,\\nThe day of woe, the watchful night,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 169\\nFor all her sorrows, all her fears,\\nAn over-payment of delight?\\nAs life wears on the love of husband or wife,\\nof friends and of children, becomes the great\\nsolace and delight of age. The one recalls the\\npast, the other gives interest to the future and\\nin our children, it has been truly said we live\\nour lives again.\\n12 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "170 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER V.\\nART.\\n4 High art consists neither in altering, nor improving\\nnature; but in seeking throughout nature for 4 whatso-\\never things are lovely, whatsoever things are pure in\\nloving these, in displaying to the utmost of the painter s\\npower such loveliness as is in them, and directing the\\nthoughts of others to them by winning art or gentle\\nemphasis. Art {ceteris paribus) is great in exact pro-\\nportion to the love of beauty shown by the painter,\\nprovided that love of beauty forfeits no atom of truth.\\nRuskin.\\nThe most ancient works of Art which we\\npossess are representations of animals, rude\\nindeed, but often strikingly characteristic, en-\\ngraved on, or carved in stag s-horn or bone:\\nand found in English, French, and German\\ncaves, with stone and other rude implements,\\nand the remains of mammalia, belonging\\napparently to the close of the glacial epoch\\nnot only of the deer, bear, and other animals\\nnow inhabiting temperate Europe, but of some,\\nsuch as the reindeer, the musk sheep, and the\\nmammoth, which have either retreated north\\nor become altogether extinct. We may, I\\nthink, venture to hope that other designs may\\nhereafter be found, which will give us addi-\\ntional information as to the manners and cus-\\ntoms of our ancestors in those remote ages.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 171\\nNext to these in point of antiquity come the\\nsculptures and paintings on Assyrian and\\nEgyptian tombs, temples, and palaces.\\nThese ancient scenes, considered as works\\nof art, have no doubt many faults, and yet how\\ngraphically they tell their story! As a matter\\nof fact a king is not, as a rule, bigger than his\\nsoldiers, but in these battle-scenes he is\\nalways so represented. We must, however,\\nremember that in ancient warfare the greater\\npart of the fighting was, as a matter of fact,\\ndone by the chiefs. In this respect the\\nHomeric poems resemble the Assyrian and\\nEgyptian representations. At any rate, we\\nsee at a glance which is the king, which are\\nofficers, which side is victorious, the struggles\\nand sufferings of the wounded, the flight of\\nthe enemy, the city of refuge so that he who\\nruns may read; while in modern battle-pic-\\ntures the story is much less clear, and, indeed,\\nthe untrained eye sees for some time little but\\nscarlet and smoke.\\nThese works assuredly possess a grandeur\\nand dignity of their own, even though they\\nhave not the beauty of later art.\\nIn Greece Art reached a perfection which\\nhas never been excelled, and it was more\\nappreciated than perhaps it has ever been since.\\nAt the time when Demetrius attacked the\\ncity of Rhodes, Protogenes was painting a\\npicture of Ialysus. This, says Pliny, hin-\\ndered King Demetrius from taking Rhodes,\\nout of fear lest he should burn the picture;\\nand not being able to fire the town on any", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "172 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nother side, he was pleased rather to spare the\\npainting than to take the victory, which was\\nalready in his hands. Protogenes, at that time,\\nhad his painting-room in a garden out of the\\ntown, and very near the camp of the enemies,\\nwhere he was daily finishing those pieces\\nwhich he had already begun, the noise of\\nsoldiers not being capable of interrupting his\\nstudies. But Demetrius causing him to be\\nbrought into his presence, and asking him\\nwhat made him so bold as to work in the midst\\nof the enemies, he answered the king, That\\nhe understood the war which he made was\\nagainst the Rhodians, and not against the\\nArts/ M\\nWith the decay of Greece, Art sank, too, until\\nit was revived in the thirteenth century by\\nCimabue, since whose time its progress has\\nbeen triumphal.\\nArt is unquestionably one of the purest and\\nhighest elements in human happiness. It\\ntrains the mind through the eye, and the eye\\nthrough the mind. As the sun colors flowers,\\nso does art color life.\\nIn true Art, says Ruskin, the hand, the\\nhead, and the heart of man go together. But\\nArt is no recreation it cannot be learned at\\nspare moments, nor pursued when we have\\nnothing better to do.\\nIt is not only in the East that great works,\\nreally due to study and labor, have been attri-\\nbuted to magic.\\nStudy and labor cannot make every man an\\nartist, but no one can succeed in art without", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 173\\nthem. In Art two and two do not make four,\\nand no number of little things will make a\\ngreat one.\\nIt has been said, and on high authority,\\nthat the end of all art is to please. But this is\\na very imperfect definition. It might as well\\nbe said that a library is only intended for\\npleasure and ornament.\\nArt has the advantage of nature, in so far as\\nit introduces a human element, which is in\\nsome respects superior even to nature. If,\\nsays Plato, you take a man as he is made by\\nnature and compare him with another who is\\nthe effect of art, the work of nature will\\nalways appear the less beautiful because art\\nis more accurate than nature.\\nBacon also, in The Advancement of Learn-\\ning, speaks of the world being inferior to the\\nsoul, by reason whereof there is agreeable to\\nthe spirit of man a more ample greatness, a\\nmore exact goodness, and a more absolute vari-\\nety than can be found in the nature of things.\\nThe poets tell us that Prometheus, having\\nmade a beautiful statue of Minerva, the god-\\ndess was so delighted that she offered to bring\\ndown anything from Heaven which could add\\nto its perfection. Prometheus on this pru-\\ndently asked her to take him there, so that he\\nmight choose for himself. This Minerva did,\\nand Prometheus, finding that in Heaven all\\nthings were animated by fire, brought back a\\nspark, with which he gave life to his work.\\nIn fact, Imitation is the means and not the\\nend of Art. The story of Zeuxis and Parrhasius", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "174 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nis a pretty tale but to deceive birds, or even\\nman himself, is but a trifling matter compared\\nwith the higher functions of Art. To imitate\\nthe Iliad, says Dr. Young, is not imitating\\nHomer, but as Sir J. Reynolds adds, the more\\nthe artist studies nature the nearer he\\napproaches to the true and perfect idea of art.\\nFollowing these rules and using these pre-\\ncautions, when you have clearly and distinctly\\nlearned in what good coloring consists, you\\ncannot do better than have recourse to Nature\\nherself, who is always at hand, and in compar-\\nison of whose true splendor the best colored\\npictures are but faint and feeble.\\nArt, indeed, must create as well as copy.\\nAs Victor Cousin well says, The ideal with\\nout the real lacks life; but the real without the\\nideal lacks pure beauty. Both need to unite\\nto join hands and enter into alliance. In this\\nway the best work may be achieved. Thus\\nbeauty is an absolute idea, and not a mere copy\\nof imperfect Nature.\\nThe grouping of the picture is of course of\\nthe utmost importance. Sir Joshua Reynolds\\ngives two remarkable cases to show how much\\nany given figure in a picture is affected by its\\nsurroundings. Tintoret in one of his pictures\\nhas taken the Samson of Michael Angelo, put\\nan eagle under him, placed thunder and light-\\nening in his right hand instead of the jawbone\\nof an ass, and thus turned him into a Jupiter.\\nThe second instance is even more striking.\\nTitian has copied the figure in the vault of the\\nSistine Chapel which represents the Diety", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 175\\ndividing light from darkness, and has intro-\\nduced it into his picture of the battle of Cadore,\\nto represent a general falling from his horse.\\nWe must remember that so far as the eye is\\nconcerned, the object, of the artist is to train,\\nnot to deceive, and that his higher function has\\nreference rather to the mind than to the eye.\\nNo doubt.\\nTo gild refined gold, to paint the lily,\\nTo throw a perfume on the violet,\\nTo smooth the ice, or add another hue\\nUnto the rainbow, or with taper-light\\nTo seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,\\nIs wasteful and ridiculous excess.\\nBut all is not gold that glitters, flowers are not\\nall arrayed like the lily, and there is room for\\nselection as well as representation.\\n11 The true, the good, and the beautiful, says\\nCousin, are but forms of the infinite: what\\nthen do we really love in truth, beauty, and\\nvirtue? We love the infinite himself. The\\nlove of the infinite substance is hidden under\\nthe love of its forms. It is so truly the infinite\\nwhich charms in the true, the good, and the\\nbeautiful, that its manifestations alone do not\\nsuffice. The artist is dissatisfied at the sight\\neven of his greatest works; he aspires still\\nhigher.\\nIt is, indeed, sometimes objected that Land-\\nscape painting is not true to nature but we\\nmust ask, What is truth? Is the object to\\nproduce the same impression on the mind as\\nthat created by the scene itself? If so, let any\\none try to draw from memory a group of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "176 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nmountains, and he will probably find that in\\nthe impression produced on his mind the\\nmountains are loftier and steeper, the valleys\\ndeeper and narrower, than in the actual reality.\\nA drawing, then, which was literally exact\\nwould not be true, in the sense of conveying\\nthe same impression as Nature herself.\\nIn fact, Art, says Goethe, is called Art simply\\nbecause it is not Nature.\\nIt is not sufficient for the artist to choose\\nbeautiful scenery, and delineate it with\\naccuracy. He must not be a mere copyist.\\nSomething higher and more subtle is required.\\nHe must create or at any rate interpret, as well\\nas copy.\\nTurner was never satisfied merely to reach to\\neven the most glorious scenery. He moved,\\nand even suppressed, mountains.\\nA certain nobleman, we are told, was very\\nanxious to see the model from whom Guido\\npainted his lovely female faces. Guido placed\\nhis color grinder, a big coarse man, in an atti-\\ntude, and then drew a beautiful Magdalen.\\nMy dear Count, he said, the beautiful and\\npure idea must be in the mind, and then it is\\nno matter what the model is.\\nGuido Reni, who painted St. Michael for the\\nChurch of the Capuchins at Rome, wished that\\nhe had the wings of an angel, to have ascended\\ntinto Paradise, and there to have beheld the\\nforms of those beautiful spirits, from which I\\nmight have copied my Archangel. But not\\nbeing able to mount so high, it was in vain for\\nme to seek for his resemblance here below so", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 177\\nthat I was forced to look into mine own mind,\\nand into that idea of beauty which I have\\nformed in my own imagination.\\nScience attempts, as far as the limited pow-\\ners of Man permit, to reproduce the actual facts\\nin a manner which, however bald, is true in\\nitself, irrespective of time and scene. To do\\nthis she must submit to many limitations not\\naltogether unvexatious, and not without seri-\\nous drawbacks. Art, on the contrary, endeav-\\nors to convey the impression of the original\\nunder some especial aspect.\\nIn some respects, Art gives a clearer and\\nmore vivid idea of an unknown country than\\nany description can convey. In literature rock\\nmay be rock, but in painting it must be granite\\nor slate, and not merely rock in general.\\nIt is remarkable that while artists have long\\nrecognized the necessity of studying anatomy,\\nand there has been from the commencement,\\na professor of anatomy in the Royal Academy,\\nit is only of late years that any knowledge of\\nbotany or geology has been considered desir-\\nable, and even now their importance is by no\\nmeans generally recognized.\\nMuch has been written as to the relative\\nmerits of painting, sculpture, and architecture.\\nThis, if it be not a somewhat unprofitable\\ninquiry, would at any rate be out of place here.\\nArchitecture not only gives intense pleasure,\\nbut even the impression of something ethereal\\nand superhuman.\\nMadame de Stael described it as frozen\\nmusic; and a cathedral is a glorious specimen", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "178 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nof thought in stone, whose very windows are\\ntransparent walls of gorgeous hue.\\nCaracci said that poets paint in their words\\nand artists speak in their works. The latter\\nhave indeed one great advantage for a glance\\nat a statue or a painting will convey a more\\nvivid idea than a long and minute description.\\nAnother advantage possessed by art is that\\nit is understood by all civilized nations, whilst\\neach has a separate language.\\nEven from a material point of view Art is\\nmost important. In a recent address Sir F.\\nLeigh ton has observed that the study of Art\\nis every day becoming more important in\\nrelation to certain sides of the warning mate-\\nrial prosperity of the country. For the indus-\\ntrial competition between this and other coun-\\ntries a competition, keen and eager, which\\nmeans to certain industries almost a race for\\nlife runs, in many cases, no longer exclus-\\nively or mainly on the lines of excellence of\\nmaterial and solidity of workmanship, but\\ngreatly nowadays on the lines of artistic charm\\nand beauty of design. M\\nThe highest service, however, that Art can\\naccomplish for man is to become at once the\\nvoice of his nobler aspirations, and the steady\\ndisciplinarian of his emotions and it is with\\nthis mission, rather than with any aesthetic per-\\nfection, that we are at present concerned.\\nScience and Art are sisters, or rather per-\\nhaps they are like brother and sister. The\\nmission of Art is in some respects like that of\\nwoman. It is not Hers so much to do the hard", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 179\\ntoil and moil of the world, as to surround it\\nwith a halo of beauty, to convert work into\\npleasure.\\nIn science we naturally expect progress, but\\nin Art the case is not so clear; and yet Sir\\nJoshua Reynolds did not hesitate to express his\\nconviction that in the future so much will\\npainting improve, that the best we can now\\nachieve will appear like the work of children,\\nand we may hope that our power of enjoying it\\nmay increase in an equal ratio. Wordsworth\\nsays that poets have to create the taste for\\ntheir own works, and the same is, in some\\ndegree at any rate, true of artists.\\nIn one respect especially modern painters\\nappear to have made a marked advance, and\\none great blessing which in fact we owe to\\nthem is a more vivid enjoyment of scenery.\\nI have of course no pretensions to speak with\\nauthority, but even in the case of the greatest\\nmasters before Turner, the landscapes seem to\\nme singularly inferior to the figures. Sir\\nJoshua Reynolds tells us that Gainsborough\\nframed a kind of model of a landscape on his\\ntable, composed of broken stones, dried herbs,\\nand pieces of looking-glass, which he magnified\\nand improved into rocks, trees, and water; and\\nSir Joshua solemnly discusses the wisdom of\\nsuch a proceeding. How far it may be use-\\nful in giving hints, he says, 4t the professors\\nof landscape can best determine/ but he does\\nnot recommend it, and is disposed to think, on\\nthe whole, the practice may be more likely to\\ndo harm than good!", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "180 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nIn the picture of Ceyx and Alcyone, by Wil-\\nson, of whom Cunningham said that, with\\nGainsborough, he laid the foundation of our\\nSchool of Landscape, the castle is said to have\\nbeen painted from a pot of porter, and the rock\\nfrom a Stilton cheese. There is indeed another\\nversion of the story, that the picture was sold\\nfor a pot of porter and cheese, which, however,\\ndoes not give a higher idea of the appreciation\\nof the art of landscape at that date.\\nUntil very recently the general feeling with\\nreference to mountain scenery has been that\\nexpressed by Tacitus. Who would leave Asia\\nor Africa or Italy to go to Germany, a shape-\\nless and unformed country, a harsh sky, and\\nmelancholy aspect, unless indeed it was his\\nnative land?\\nIt is amusing to read the opinion of Dr.\\nBeattie, in a special treatise on Truth, Poetry,\\nand Music, written at the close of last century,\\nthat The Highlands of Scotland are in gen-\\neral a melancholy country. Long tracts of\\nmountainous country, covered with dark heath,\\nand often obscured by misty weather narrow\\nvalleys thinly inhabited, and bounded by prec-\\nipices resounding with the full of torrents a\\nsoil so rugged, and a climate so dreary, as in\\nmany parts to admit neither the amenities of\\npasturage, nor the labors of agriculture; the\\nmournful dashing of waves along the firths\\nand lakes; the portentous noises which every\\nchange of the wind is apt to raise in a lonely\\nregion, full of echoes, and rocks, and caverns\\nthe grotesque and ghastly appearance of such", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 181\\nlandscape by the light of the moon; objects\\nlike these diffuse a gloom over the fancy, etc.\\nEven Goldsmith regarded the scenery of the\\nHighlands as dismal and hideous. Johnson,\\nwe know, laid it down as an axiom that the\\nnoblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees\\nis the high-road that leads him to England\\na saying which throws much doubt on his dis-\\ntinction that the Giant s Causeway was worth\\nseeing but not worth going to see.\\nMadame de Stael declared, that though she\\nwould go 500 leagues to meet a clever man, she\\nwould not care to open her window to see the\\nBay of Naples.\\nNor was the ancient absence of appreciation\\nconfined to scenery. Even Burke, speaking of\\nStonehenge, says, Stonehenge, neither for\\ndisposition nor ornament, has anything admir-\\nable/\\nUgly scenery, however, may in some cases\\nhave an injurious effect on the human system.\\nIt has been ingeniously suggested that what\\nreally drove Don Quixote out of his mind was\\nnot the study of his books of chivalry, so much\\nas the monotonous scenery of La Mancha.\\nThe love of landscape is not indeed due to\\nArt alone. It has been the happy combination\\nof art and science which has trained us to per-\\nceive the beauty which surrounds us.\\nArt helps us to see, and hundreds of people\\ncan talk for one who can think but thousands\\ncan think for one who can see. To see clearly\\nis poetry, prophecy, and religion all in one.\\nRemembering always that there are two", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "182 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ncharacters in which all greatness of Art consists\\nfirst, the earnest and intense seizing of nat-\\nural facts; then the ordering those facts by\\nstrength of human intellect, so as to make\\nthem, for all who look upon them, to the\\nutmost serviceable, memorable, and beautiful.\\nAnd thus great Art is nothing else than the\\ntype of strong and noble life for as the ignoble\\nperson, in his dealings with all that occurs in\\nthe world about him, first sees nothing clearly,\\nlooks nothing fairly in the face, and then\\nallows himself to be swept away by the tramp-\\nling torrent and unescapable force of the things\\nthat he would not foresee and could not under-\\nstand so the noble person, looking the facts of\\nthe world full in the face, and fathoming them\\nwith deep faculty, then deals with them in\\nunalarmed intelligence and unhurried strength,\\nand becomes, with his human intellect and will,\\nno unconscious nor insignificant agent in con-\\nsummating their good and restraining their\\nevil.\\nMay we not also hope that in this respect also\\nstill further progress may be made, that beau-\\nties may be revealed, and pleasures may be in\\nstore for those who come after us, which we\\ncannot appreciate, or at least can but faintly\\nfeel?\\nEven now there is scarcely a cottage without\\nsomething more or less successfully claiming\\nto rank as Art, a picture, a photograph, or a\\nstatuette and we may fairly hope that much\\nas Art even now contributes to the happiness\\nof life, it will do so even more effectively in\\n+he future.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 183\\nCHAPTER VI.\\nPOETRY.\\nAnd here the singer for his Art\\nNot all in vain may plead\\nThe song that nerves a nation s heart\\nIs in itself a deed. Tennyson.\\nAfter the disastrous defeat of the Athenians\\nbefore Syracuse, Plutarch tells us that the Sicil-\\nians spared those who could repeat any of the\\npoetry of Euripides.\\nSome there were, he says, who owed\\ntheir preservation to Euripides. Of all the\\nGrecians, his was the muse with whom the\\nSicilians were most in love. From the strang-\\ners who landed in their island they gleaned\\nevery small specimen or portion of his works,\\nand communicated it with pleasure to each\\nother. It is said that upon this occasion a\\nnumber of Athenians on their return home\\nwent to Euripides, and thanked him in the\\nmost grateful manner for their obligations to\\nhis pen; some having been enfranchised for\\nteaching their masters what they remembered\\nof his poems, and others having procured\\nrefreshments, when they were wandering\\nabout after the battle, by singing a few of his\\nverses.\\nNowadays we are none of us likely to owe", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "184 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nour lives to Poetry in this sense, yet in another\\nwe many of us owe to it a similar debt. How\\noften, when worn with overwork, sorrow, or\\nanxiety, have we taken down Homer or Horace,\\nShakespeare or Milton, and felt the clouds\\ngradually roll away, the jar of nerves subside,\\nthe consciousness of power replace physical\\nexhaustion, and the darkness of despondency\\nbrighten once more into the light of life.\\nAnd yet Plato, says Jowett, expels the\\npoets from his Republic because they are\\nallied to sense; because they stimulate the\\nemotions; because they are thrice removed\\nfrom the ideal truth.\\nIn that respect, as in some others, few would\\naccept Plato s Republic as being an ideal Com-\\nmonwealth, and most would agree with Sir\\nPhilip Sidney that if you cannot bear the\\nplanet-like music of poetry 1 must send\\nyou in the behalf of all poets, that while you\\nlive, you live in love, and never get favor for\\nlacking skill of a sonnet; and when you die,\\nyour memory die from the earth, for want of\\nan epitaph.\\nPoetry has often been compared with paint-\\ning and sculpture. Simonides long ago said\\nthat Poetry is a speaking picture, and painting\\nis mute Poetry.\\nPoetry, says Cousin, is the first of the\\nArts because it best represents the infinite.\\nAnd again, Though the arts are in some\\nrespects isolated, yet there is one which seems\\nto profit by the resources of all, and that is\\nPoetry. With words, Poetry can paint and", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 185\\nsculpture she can build edifices like an archi-\\ntect; she unites, to some extent, melody and\\nmusic. She is, so to say, the center in which\\nall arts unite.\\nA true poem is a gallery of pictures.\\nIt must, I think, be admitted that painting\\nand sculpture can give us a clearer and more\\nvivid idea of an object we have never seen than\\nany description can convey. But when we\\nhave once seen it, then on the contrary there\\nare many points which the poet brings before\\nus, and which perhaps neither in the repre-\\nsentation, nor even in nature, should we per-\\nceive for ourselves. Objects can be most viv-\\nidly brought before us by the artist, actions\\nby the poet space is the domain of Art, time\\nof Poetry.\\nTako, for instance, as a typical instance,\\nfemale beauty. How labored and how cold\\nany description appears. The greatest poets\\nrecognize this; as, for instance, when Scott\\nwishes us to realize the Lady of the Lake he\\ndoes not attempt any description, but just\\nmentions her attitude and then adds\\nAnd ne er did Grecian chisel trace\\nA Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,\\nOf finer form or lovelier face\\nA great poet indeed must be inspired; he\\nmust possess an exquisite sense of beauty, and\\nfeelings deeper than those of most men, and\\nyet well under his control. The Milton of\\npoetry is the man, in his own magnificent\\nphrase, of devout prayer to that eternal spirit", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "186 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthat can enrich with all utterance and knowl-\\nedge, and sends out his seraphim with the hal-\\nlowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the\\nlips of whom he pleases. And if from one\\npoint of view Poetry brings home to us the\\nimmeasurable inequalities of different minds,\\non the other hand it teaches us that genius is\\nno affair of rank or wealth.\\nI think of Chatterton, the marvelous boy,\\nThe sleepless soul that perish d in his pride\\nOf Burns, that walk d in glory and in joy\\nBehind his plow upon the mountain side.\\nA man may be a poet and yet write no verse,\\nbut not if he writes bad or poor ones.\\nMediocribus ease poetis\\nNon homines, non Di, non concessere columnse.\\nSecond-rate poets, like second-rate writers\\ngenerally, fade gradually into dreamland; but\\nthe great poets remain always.\\nPoetry will not live unless it be alive, that\\nwhich comes from the head goes to the heart;\\nand Milton truly said that he who would not\\nbe frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter\\nin laudable things, ought himself to be a true\\npoem.\\nFor he who, having no touch of the Muses\\nmadness in his soul, comes to the door and\\nthinks he will get into the temple by the help\\nof Art he, I say, and his Poetry are not ad-\\nmitted.\\nBut the work of the true poet is immortal.\\nFor have not the verses of Homer con\\ntinued 2,500 years or more without the loss of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 187\\na syllable or a letter, during which time\\ninfinite palaces, temples, castles, cities, have\\nbeen decayed and demolished? It is not pos-\\nsible to have the true pictures or statues of\\nCyrus, Alexander, Caesar, no, nor of the kings\\nor great personages of much later years for\\nthe originals cannot last, and the copies cannot\\nbut lose of the life and truth. But the images\\nof men s wits and knowledge remain in books,\\nexempted from the wrong of time and capable\\nof perpetual renovation. Neither are they\\nfitly to be called images, because they gen-\\nerate still and cast their seeds in the minds of\\nothers, provoking and causing infinite actions\\nand opinions in succeeding ages so that if the\\ninvention of the ship was thought so noble,\\nwhich carrieth riches and commodities from\\nplace to place, and consociateth the most remote\\nregions in participation of their fruits, how\\nmuch more are letters to be magnified, which,\\nas ships pass through the vast seas of time\\nand make ages so distant to participate of the\\nwisdom, illuminations, and inventions, the\\none of the other?\\nThe poet requires many qualifications.\\n44 Who has traced/ says Cousin, the plan of\\nthis poem? Reason. Who has given it life\\nand charm? Love. And who has guided\\nreason and love? The Will.\\nAll men have some imagination, but\\nThe Lover and the Poet\\nAre of imagination all compact.\\nThe poet s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "188 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nDoth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,\\nAnd as imagination bodies forth\\nAnd forms of things unknown, the poet s pen\\nTurns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing\\nA local habitation and a name.\\nPoetry is the fruit of genius but it cannot\\nbe produced without labor. Moore, one of the\\nairiest of poets, tells us that he was a slow and\\npainstaking workman.\\nThe works of our greatest Poets are all\\nepisodes in that one great poem which the\\ngenius of man has created since the commence-\\nment of human history.\\nA distinguished mathematician is said once\\nto have inquired what was proved by Milton in\\nhis Paradise Lost and there are no doubt still\\nsome who ask themselves, even if they shrink\\nfrom putting the question to others, whether\\nPoetry is of any use, just as if to give pleasure\\nwere not useful in itself. No true Utilitarian,\\nhowever, would feel this doubt, since the\\ngreatest happiness of the greatest number is\\nthe rule of his philosophy.\\nWe must not estimate the works of genius\\nmerely with reference to the pleasure they\\nafford, even when pleasure was their principal\\nobject. We must also regard the intelligence\\nwhich they presuppose and exercise.\\nThoroughly to enjoy Poetry we must not so\\nlimit ourselves, but must rise to a higher\\nideal.\\nYes; constantly in reading poetry, a sense\\nfor the best, the really excellent, and of the\\nstrength and joy to be drawn from it, should", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 189\\nbe present in our minds, and should govern\\nour estimate of what we read.\\nCicero, in his oration for Archias, well asked,\\nHas not this man then a right to my love, to\\nmy admiration, to all the means which I can\\nemploy in his defense? For we are instructed\\nby all the greatest and most learned of man-\\nkind, that education, precepts, and practice,\\ncan in every other branch of learning produce\\nexcellence. But a poet is formed by the hand\\nof nature he is aroused by mental vigor, and\\ninspired by what we may call the spirit of\\ndivinity itself. Therefore our Ennius has a\\nright to give to poets the epithet of Holy,\\nbecause they are, as it were, lent to mankind\\nby the indulgent beauty of the gods.\\nPoetry, says Shelley, awakens and en-\\nlarges the mind itself by rendering it the recep-\\ntacle of a thousand unapprehended combina-\\ntions of thought. Poetry lifts the veil from\\nthe hidden beauty of the world, and makes\\nfamiliar objects be as if they were not famil-\\niar; it produces all that it represents, and the\\nimpersonations clothed in its Elysian light\\nstand thenceforward in the minds of those who\\nhave once contemplated them, as memorials\\nof that gentle and exalted content which ex-\\ntends itself over all thoughts and actions with\\nwhich it co-exists.\\nAnd again, All high Poetry is infinite; it\\nis as the first acorn, which contained all oaks\\npotentially. Veil after veil may be undrawn,\\nand the inmost naked beauty of the meaning\\nnever exposed. A great poejn is a fountain", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "190 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nforever overflowing with the waters of wisdom\\nand delight.\\nOr, as he has expressed himself in his Ode\\nto a Skylark\\nHigher still and higher\\nFrom the earth thou springest\\nLike a cloud of fire\\nThe blue deep thou wingest,\\nAnd singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.\\nLike a poet hidden\\nIn the light of thought,\\nSinging hymns unbidden,\\nTill the world is wrought\\nTo sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.\\nLike a glow-worm golden\\nIn a dell of dew\\nScattering unbeholden\\nIts aerial hue\\nAmong the flowers and grass, which screen it from the\\nview.\\nWe speak now of the poet as the Maker or\\nCreator; the origin of the word bard seems\\ndoubtful.\\nThe Hebrew swell called their poets Seers,\\nfor they not only perceive more than others,\\nbut also help other men to see much which\\nwould otherwise be lost to us.\\nPoetry lifts the veil from the beauty of the\\nworld which would otherwise be hidden, and\\nthrows over the most familiar objects the glow\\nand halo of imagination. The man who has\\na love for Poetry can scarcely fail to derive\\nintense pleasure from Nature, which to those\\nwho love it is all beauty to the eye and music\\nto the ear.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 191\\nYet Nature never set forth the earth in so\\nrich tapestry as divers poets have done;\\nneither with so pleasant rivers, fruitful trees,\\nsweet-smelling flowers, nor whatsoever else\\nmay make the too-much loved earth more\\nlovely/\\nIn the smokiest city the poet will transport\\nus, as if by enchantment, to the fresh air\\nand bright sun, to the murmur of woods and\\nleaves and water, to the ripple of waves upon\\nsand, and enable us, as in some delightful\\ndream, to cast off the cares and troubles of\\nlife.\\nThe poet, indeed, must have more true\\nknowledge, not only of human nature, but of\\nall Nature, than other men are gifted with.\\nCrabbe Robinson tells us that when a\\nstranger once asked permission to see Words-\\nworth s study, the maid said, This is master s\\nLibrary, but he studies in the fields. No\\nwonder then that Nature has been said to\\nreturn the poet s love.\\nCall it not vain;\u00e2\u0080\u0094 they do not err\\nWho say that, when the poet dies,\\nMute Nature mourns her worshiper,\\nAnd celebrates his obsequies.\\nSwinburne says of Blake, and I feel entirely\\nwith him, though in my case the application\\nwould have been different, that The sweet-\\nness of sky and leaf, of grass and water the\\nbright light life of bird, child, and beast is,\\nso to speak, kept fresh by some graver sense\\nof faithful and mysterious lovd, explained and", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "192 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nvivified by a conscience and purpose in the\\nartist s hand and mind. Such a fiery outbreak\\nof spring, such an insurrection of fierce floral\\nlife and radiant riot of childish power and\\npleasure, no poet or painter ever gave before\\nsuch luster of green leaves and flushed limbs,\\nkindled cloud and fervent fleece, was never\\nwrought into speech or shape.\\nTo appreciate Poetry we must not merely\\nglance at it, or rush through it, or read it in\\norder to talk or write about it. One must com-\\npose one s self into the right frame of mind.\\nOf course for one s own sake one will read\\nPoetry in times of agitation, sorrow, or anx-\\niety, but that is another matter.\\nThe inestimable treasures of Poetry again\\nare open to all of us. The best books are in-\\ndeed the cheapest. For the price of a little\\nbeer, a little tobacco, we can buy Shakespeare\\nor Milton or indeed almost as many books as\\na man can read with profit in a year.\\nNor in considering the advantage of Poetry\\nto man, must we limit ourselves to its past or\\npresent influence. The future of Poetry, says\\nMr. Matthew Arnold, and no one was more\\nqualified to speak, The future of Poetry is\\nimmense, because in Poetry, where it is worthy\\nof its high destinies, our race, as time goes\\non, will find an ever surer and surer stay. But\\nfor Poetry the idea is everything; the rest is\\na world of illusion, of divine illusion. Poetry\\nattaches its emotion to the idea; the idea is\\nthe fact. The strongest part of our religion\\nto-day is its unconscious Poetry. We should", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 193\\nconceive of Poetry worthily, and more highly\\nthan it has been the custom to conceive of it.\\nWe should conceive of it as capable of higher\\nuses, and called to higher destinies than those\\nwhich in general men have assigned to it hith-\\nerto.\\nPoetry has been well called the record of\\nthe best and happiest moments of the happiest\\nand best minds; it is the light of life, the\\nvery image of life expressed in its eternal\\ntruth it immortalizes all that is best and most\\nbeautiful in the world; it purges from our\\ninward sight the film of familiarity which ob-\\nscures from us the wonder of our being it\\nis the center and circumference of knowledge\\nand poets are mirrors of the gigantic shad-\\nows which futurity casts upon the present.\\nPoetry, in effect, lengthens life; it creates\\nfor us time, if time be realized as the succes-\\nsion of ideas and not of minutes; it is the\\nbreath and finer spirit of all knowledge it\\nis bound neither by time nor space, but lives\\nin the spirit of man. What greater praise can\\nbe given than the saying that life should be\\nPoetry put into action.\\n13 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "194 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER VII.\\nMUSIC.\\n11 Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the uni-\\nverse, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a\\ncharm to sadness, gayety and life to everything. It is\\nthe essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just\\nand beautiful of which it is the invisible, but neverthe-\\nless dazzling, passionate, and eternal form. Plato,\\nMusic is in one sense far more ancient than\\nman, and the voice was from the very com-\\nmencement of human existence a source of\\nmelody: but so far as musical instruments\\nare concerned, it is probable that percussion\\ncame first, then wind instruments, and lastly,\\nthose with strings first the Drum, then the\\nFlute, and thirdly, the Lyre. The early his-\\ntory of music, is however, unfortunately\\nwrapped in most obscurity. The use of letters\\nlong preceded the invention of notes, and tra-\\ndition in such a matter can tell us but little.\\nThe contest between Marsyas and Apollo is\\nsupposed by some to typify the struggle be-\\ntween the Flute and the Lyre Marsyas repre-\\nsenting the archaic Flute, Apollo the cham-\\npion of the Lyre. The latter of course was\\nvictorious: it sets the voice free, and the\\nsound", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 195\\nOf music that is born of human breath\\nComes straighter to the soul than any strain\\nThe hand alone can make.\\nVarious myths have grown up to explain the\\norigin of Music. One Greek tradition was to\\nthe effect Grasshoppers were human beings\\nthemselves in a world before the Muses that\\nwhen the Muses came, being ravished with\\ndelight, they sang and sang and forgot to eat,\\nuntil they died of hunger for the love of song.\\nAnd they carry to heaven the report of those\\nwho honor them on earth.\\nThe old writers and commentators tell us\\nthat Pythagoras, as he was one day meditat-\\ning on the want of some rule to guide the ear,\\nanalogous to what had been used to help the\\nother senses, chanced to pass by a black-\\nsmith s shop, and observing that the hammers,\\nwhich were four in number, sounded very\\nharmoniously, he had them weighed, and\\nfound them to be in proportion of six, eight,\\nnine, and twelve. Upon this he suspended\\nfour strings of equal length and thickness, etc.,\\nfastened weights in the above-mentioned pro-\\nportions to each of them respectively, and\\nfound that they gave the same sounds that the\\nhammers had done; viz.: the fourth, fifth,\\nand octave to the gravest tone. However this\\nmay be, it would appear that the lyre had at\\nfirst four strings only; Terpander is said to\\nhave given it three more, and an eighth was\\nsubsequently added.\\nWe have unfortunately no specimens of\\nGreek or Roman, or even of Early Christian", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "196 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nmusic. The Chinese indicated the notes by\\nwords or their initials. The lowest was termed\\nKoung, or the Emperor, as being the\\nFoundation on which all were supported the\\nsecond was Tschang, the Prime Minister;\\nthe third, the Subject: the fourth, Public Bus-\\niness; the fifth, the Mirror of Heaven. The\\nGreeks also had a name for each note. The\\nso-called Gregorian notes were not invented\\nuntil six hundred years after Gregory s death.\\nThe Monastery of St. Gall possesses a copy of\\nGregory s Antiphonary, made about the year\\n780 by a chorister who was sent from Rome to\\nCharlemagne to reform the Northern music,\\nand in this the notes are indicated by\\npneumss, from which our notes were grad-\\nually developed, and first arranged along one\\nline, to which others were gradually added.\\nBut I must not enlarge on this interesting\\nsubject.\\nIn the matter of music Englishmen have\\ncertainly deserved well of the world. Even\\nas long ago as 1185, Giraldus Cambrensis,\\nBishop of St. David s, says: The Britons do\\nnot sing their tunes in unison like the inhabi-\\ntants of other countries, but in different parts.\\nSo that when a company of singers meet to\\nsing, as is usual in this country, as many\\ndifferent parts are heard as there are singers.\\nThe most ancient known piece of music for\\nseveral voices is an English four men s song,\\nSummer is a-coming in, which is considered\\nto be at least as early as 1240, and is now in\\nthe British Museum.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 19?\\nThe Venetian Ambassador in the time of\\nHenry VIII. said of our English Church\\nmusic: The mass was sung by His Majesty s\\nchoristers, whose voices are more heavenly\\nthan human they did not chant like men, but\\nlike angels.\\nSpeaking of Purcell s anthem, Be merciful\\nto me, O God/ Burney says it is throughout\\nadmirable. Indeed, to my conception there\\nis no better music existing of the kind than\\nthe opening of this anthem, in which the\\nverse I will praise God and the last move-\\nment in C natural are, in melody, harmony,\\nand modulation, truly divine music.\\nDr. Burney says that Purcell was as much\\nthe pride of an Englishman in music as\\nShakespeare in productions of the stage, Mil-\\nton in epic poetry, Locke in metaphysics, or\\nSir Isaac Newton in philosophy and mathe-\\nmatics; and yet Purcell s music is unfortun-\\nately but little known to us now, as Macfarren\\nsays, to our great loss.\\nThe authors of some of the loveliest music,\\nand even in some cases that of comparatively\\nrecent times, are unknown to us. This is the\\ncase, for instance, with the exquisite song,\\nDrink to me only with thine eyes, the words\\nof which were taken by Jonson from Philos-\\ntratus, and which has been considered as the\\nmost beautiful of all people s songs.\\nThe music of God save the Queen has been\\nadopted in more than half a dozen other\\ncountries, and yet the authorship is a matter\\nof doubt, being attributed by some to Dr.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "198 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nJohn Bull, by others to Carey. It was appar-\\nently first sung in a tavern in Cornhill.\\nBoth the music and words of O death, rock\\nme to sleep are said to be by Anne Boleyn;\\nStay, Corydon and Sweet Honey-sucking\\nBees by Wildye, the first of madrigal writ-\\ners. Rule, Britannia, was composed by\\nArne, and originally formed part of his Masque\\nof Alfred, first performed in 1740 at Cliefden,\\nnear Maidenhead. To Arne we are also in-\\ndebted for the music of Where the Bee sucks,\\nthere lurk I. The Vicar of Bray is set to\\na tune originally known as A Country\\nGarden. Come unto these yellow sands\\nwe owe to Purcell; Sigh no more, Ladies,\\nto Stevens; Home, Sweet Home to Bishop.\\nThere is a curious melancholy in national\\nmusic, which is generally in the minor key;\\nindeed, this holds good with the music of sav-\\nage races generally. They appear, moreover,\\nto have no love songs.\\nHerodotus tells us that during the whole\\ntime he was in Egypt he only heard one song,\\nand that was a sad one. My own experience\\nthere was the same. Some tendency to mel-\\nancholy seems indeed inherent in music, and\\nJessica is not alone in the feeling,\\nI am never merry when I hear sweet music.\\nThe epitaphs on Musicians have been in\\nsome cases very well expressed. Such, for\\ninstance, is the following:\\nPhillips, whose touch harmonious could remove\\nThe pangs of guilty power and hapless love,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 199\\nRest here, distressed by poverty no more\\nHere find that calm thou gav st so oft before;\\nSleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine,\\nTill angels wake thee with a note like thine!\\nStill more so that on Purcell, whose prema-\\nture death was so irreparable a loss to Eng-\\nlish music\\nHere lies Henry Purcell, who left this life\\nand is gone that to blessed place, where only\\nhis harmony can be exceeded.\\nThe histories of Music contain many curious\\nanecdotes as to the circumstances under which\\ndifferent works have been composed.\\nRossini tells us that he wrote the overture\\nto the Gazza Ladra on the very, day of the\\nfirst performance, in the upper loft of the La\\nScala, where he had been confined by the\\nmanager under the guard of four scene-\\nshifters, who threw the text out of the window\\nto copyists bit by bit as it was composed. Tar-\\ntini is said to have composed II trillo del\\nDiavolo, considered to be his best work, in a\\ndream. Rossini, speaking of the chorus in\\nG minor in his Dal tuo stellato soglio, tells\\nus: While I was writing the chorus in G\\nminor I suddenly dipped my pen into a medi-\\ncine bottle instead of the ink. I made a blot,\\nand when I dried this with the sand it took\\nthe form of a natural, which instantly gave me\\nthe idea of the effect the change from G minor\\nto G major would make, and to this blot is all\\nthe effect, if any, due. But these, of course,\\nare exceptional cases.\\nThere are other forms of Music, which,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "200 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthough not strictly entitled to the name, are\\nyet capable of giving intense pleasure. To the\\nsportsman, what Music can excel that of the\\nhounds themselves! The cawing of rooks has\\nbeen often quoted as a sound which has no\\nactual beauty of its own, and yet which is\\ndelightful from its associations.\\nThere is, however, a true Music of Nature,\\nthe song of birds, the whisper of leaves, the\\nripple of waters upon a sandy shore, the wail\\nof wind or sea.\\nThere was also an ancient impression that\\nthe Heavenly bodies give out music as well as\\nlight: the Music of the Spheres is proverbial.\\nThere s not the smallest orb which thou beholdest\\nBut in his motion like an angel sings.\\nStill quiring to the young-eyed cherubims\\nSuch harmony is in immortal souls\\nBut while this muddy vesture of decay\\nDoth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.\\nMusic, indeed, often seems as if it scarcely\\nbelonged to this material universe, but was\\nA tone\\nOf some world far from ours,\\nWhere music, and moonlight, and feeling are one.\\nThere is Music in speech as well as in song.\\nNot merely in the voice of those we love, and\\nthe charm of association, but in actual melo-\\ndy; as Milton says,\\nThe Angel ended, and in Adam s ear\\nSo charming left his voice, that he awhile\\nThought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 201\\nIt is remarkable that more pains are not\\ntaken with the voice in conversation as well\\nas in singing, for\\nWhat plea so tainted and corrupt\\nBut being seasoned with a gracious voice,\\nObscures the show of evil.\\nIt may be true as a general rule that\\nThe man that hath no Music in himself\\nNor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds\\nIs fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;\\nbut there are some notable exceptions. Dr.\\nJohnson had no love of music. On one occa-\\nsion, hearing that a certain piece of music was\\nvery difficult, he expressed his regret that it\\nwas not impossible.\\nPoets, as might have been expected, have\\nsung most sweetly in praise of song. They\\nhave, moreover, done so from the most oppo-\\nsite points of view.\\nMilton invokes it as a luxury\\nAnd ever against eating cares\\nLap me in soft, Lydian airs\\nMarried to immortal verse\\nSuch as the meeting soul may pierce,\\nIn notes with many a winding bout\\nOf linked sweetness long drawn out\\nWith wanton heed, and giddy cunning,\\nThe melting voice through mazes running\\nUntwisting all the chains that tie\\nThe hidden soul of harmony.\\nSometimes as a temptation so Spenser says\\nof Phaedria,\\n14 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "202 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nAnd she, more sweet than any bird on bough\\nWould oftentimes amongst them bear apart,\\nAnd strive to passe (as she could well enough)\\nTheir native musicke by her skillful art.\\nOr as an element of pure happiness\\nThere is in souls a sympathy with sounds;\\nAnd as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased\\nWith melting airs or martial, brisk or grave\\nSome chord in unison with what we hear\\nIs touched within us, and the heart replies.\\nHow soft the music of those village bells,\\nFalling at intervals upon the ear\\nIn cadence sweet, now dying all away,\\nNow pealing loud again and louder still\\nClear and sonorous, as the gale comes on.\\nAs touching the human heart\\nThe soul of music slumbers in the shell\\nTill waked and kindled by the master s spell,\\nAnd feeling hearts touch them but rightly pour\\nA thousand melodies unheard before.\\nAs an education\\nI have sent books and music there, and all\\nThose instruments with which high spirits call\\nThe future from its cradle, and the past\\nOut of its grave, and make the present last\\nIn thoughts and joys which sleep, but cannot die,\\nFolded within their own eternity.\\nAs an aid to religion\\nAs from the power of sacred lays\\nThe spheres began to move,\\nAnd sung the great Creator s praise\\nTo all the blessed above.\\nSo when the last and dreadful hour\\nThis crumbling pageant shall devour,\\nThe trumpet shall be heard on high,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 2U3\\nThe dead shall live, the living die,\\nAnd music shall untune the sky.\\nOr again\\nHark how it falls! and now it steals along,\\nLike distant bells upon the lake at eve,\\nWhen all is still and now it grows more strong\\nAs when the choral train their dirges weave\\nMellow and many voiced where every close\\nO er the old minster roof, in echoing waves reflows.\\nOh I am rapt aloft. My spirit soars\\nBeyond the skies, and leaves the stars behind\\nLo angels lead me to the happy shores,\\nAnd floating paeans fill the buoyant wind.\\nFarewell! base earth, farewell! my soul is freed.\\nThe power of Music to sway the feelings of\\nMan has never been more cleverly portrayed\\nthan by Dryden in The Feast of Alexander,\\nthough the circumstances of the case precluded\\nany reference to the influence of Music in its\\nnoblest aspects.\\nPoets have always attributed to Music, and\\nwho would wish to deny it, a power even\\nover the inanimate forces of Nature. Shakes-\\npeare accounts for shooting stars by the\\nattraction of Music:\\nThe rude sea grew civil at her song,\\nAnd certain stars shot madly from their spheres\\nTo hear the Sea-maid s Music.\\nProse writers have also been inspired by\\nMusic to their highest eloquence. Music,\\nsays Plato, is a moral law. It gives a soul to\\nthe universe, wings to the mind, flight to the\\nimagination, a charm to sadness, gayety and\\nlife to everything. It is the essence of order,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "204 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand leads to all that is good, just, and beautiful,\\nof which it is the invisible, but nevertheless\\ndazzling, passionate and eternal form.\\nMusic, said Luther, is a fair and glorious\\ngift from God. I would not for the world\\nrenounce my humble share in music.\\n44 Music, said Halevy, is an art that God has\\ngiven us, in which the voices of all nations\\nmay unite their prayers in one harmonious\\nrhythm. Or Carlyle, Music is a kind of\\ninarticulate, unfathomable speech, which leads\\nus to the edge of the infinite, and lets us for\\nmoments gaze into it.\\nLet me also quote Helmholtz, one of the\\nprofoundest exponents of modern science.\\nJust as in the rolling ocean, this movement,\\nrhythmically repeated, and yet ever- varying,\\nrivets our attention and hurries us along. But\\nwhereas in the sea blind physical forces alone\\nare at work, and hence the final impression on\\nthe spectator s mind is nothing but solitude\\nin a musical work of art the movement follows\\nthe outflow of the artist s own emotions.\\nNow gently gliding, now gracefully leaping,\\nnow violently stirred, penetrated, or labori-\\nously contending with the natural expression\\nof passion, the stream of sound, in primitive\\nvivacity, bears over into the hearer s soul\\nunimagined moods which the artist has over-\\nheard from his own, and finally raises him up\\nto that repose of everlasting beauty of which\\nGod has allowed but few of his elect favorites\\nto be the heralds.\\nThere are but seven notes in the scale:", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 205\\nmake them fourteen, say Newman, yet what\\na slender outfit for so vast an enterprise!\\nWhat science brings so much out of so little?\\nOut of what poor elements does some great\\nmaster in it create his new world Shall we\\nsay that all this exuberant inventiveness is a\\nmere ingenuity or trick of art, like some game\\nof fashion of the day, without reality, without\\nmeaning? Is it possible that that inex-\\nhaustible evolution and disposition of notes, so\\nrich yet so simple, so intricate yet so regulated,\\nso various yet so majestic, should be a mere\\nsound, which is gone and perishes? Can it be\\nthat those mysterious stirrings of the heart,\\nand keen emotions, and strange yearnings after\\nwe know not what, and awful impressions from\\nwe know not whence, should be wrought in us\\nby what is unsubstantial, and comes and goes,\\nand begins and ends in itself? it is not so; it\\ncannot be. No they have escaped from some\\nhigher sphere; they are the outpourings of\\neternal harmony in the medium of created\\nsound; they are echoes from our Home; they\\nare the voice of Angels, or the Magnificat of\\nSaints, or the living laws of Divine Govern-\\nance, or the Divine Attributes; something are\\nthey besides themselves, which we cannot\\ncompass, which we cannot utter, though mortal!\\nman, and he perhaps not otherwise distin-\\nguished above his fellows, has the gift of elic-^\\niting them.\\nPoetry and Music unite in song. From the\\nearliest ages song has been the sweet compan-\\nion of labor. The rude chant of the boatman", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "206 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nfloats upon the water, the shepherd sings upon\\nthe hill, the milkmaid in the dairy, the plow-\\nman at the plow. Every trade, every occupa-\\ntion, every act and scene of life, has long had\\nits own especial music. The bride went to her\\nmarriage, the laborer to his work, the old man\\nto his last long rest, each with appropriate and\\nimmemorial music.\\nMusic has been truly described as the mother\\nof sympathy, the handmaid of Religion, and\\nwill never exercise its full effect, as the\\nEmperor Charles VI. said to Farinelli, unless\\nit aims not merely to charm the ear, but to\\ntouch the heart.\\nThere are many who consider that our life\\nat present is peculiarly prosaic and mercenary.\\nI greatly doubt whether that be the case, but\\nif so our need for music is all the more imper-\\native.\\nMuch as Music has already done for man we\\nmay hope even more from it in the future.\\nIt is, moreover, a joy for all. To appreciate\\nScience or Art requires some training, and no\\ndoubt the cultivated ear will more and more\\nappreciate the beauties of Music; but though\\nthere are exceptional individuals, and even\\nraces, almost devoid of any love of Music, still\\nthey are happily but rare.\\nGood Music, moreover, does not necessarily\\ninvolve any considerable outlay; it is even\\nnow no mere luxury of the rich, and we may\\nhope that as time goes on, it will become more\\nand more the comfort and solace of the poor.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 207\\nCHAPTER VIII.\\nTHE BEAUTIES OF NATURE.\\n4 Speak to the earth and it shall teach thee/\\n-Job.\\nAnd this our life, exempt from public haunt,\\nFinds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,\\nSermons in stones, and good in everything.\\nShakespeare.\\nWe are told in the first chapter of Genesis\\nthat at the close of the sixth day, God saw\\neverything that he had made, and behold, it\\nwas very good. Not merely good, but very\\ngood. Yet how few of us appreciate the\\nbeautiful world in which we live\\nIn preceding chapters I have incidentally,\\nthough only incidentally, referred to the\\nBeauties of Nature but any attempt, however\\nimperfect, to sketch the blessings of life must\\ncontain some special reference to this lovely\\nworld itself, which the Greeks happily called\\nbeauty.\\nHamerton, in his charming work on Land-\\nscape, says, There are, I believe, four new\\nexperiences for which no description ever\\nadequately prepares us, the first sight of the\\nsea, the first journey in the desert, the sight of\\nflowing molten lava, and a walk on a great\\nglacier. We feel in each case that the strange", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "208 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthing is pure nature, as much nature as a\\nfamiliar English moor, yet so extraordinary\\nthat we might be in another planet. But it\\nwould, I think, be easier to enumerate the\\nWonders of Nature for which description can\\nprepare us, than those which are altogether\\nbeyond the power of language.\\nMany of us, however, walk through the world\\nlike ghosts, as if we were in it, but not of it.\\nWe have eyes and see not, ears and hear\\nnot. To look is much less easy than to over-\\nlook, and to be able to see what we do see, is\\na great gift. Ruskin maintains that The\\ngreatest thing a human soul ever does in this\\nworld is to see something, and tell what it saw\\nin a plain way/ I do not suppose that his\\neyes are better than ours, but how much more\\nhe sees with them\\nWe must look before we can expect to see.\\nTo the attentive eye, says Emerson, each\\nmoment of the year has its own beauty; and in\\nthe same field it beholds every hour a picture\\nthat was never seen before, and shall never be\\nseen again. The heavens change every\\nmoment and reflect their glory or gloom on the\\nplains beneath.\\nThe love of Nature is a great gift, and if it\\nis frozen or crushed out, the character can\\nhardly fail to suffer from the loss. I will not,\\nindeed, say that a person who does not love\\nNature is necessarily bad; or that one who\\ndoes, is necessarily good; but it is to most\\nminds a great help. Many, as Miss Cobb says,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 209\\nenter the Temple through the gate called\\nBeautiful.\\nThere are doubtless some to whom none of\\nthe beautiful wonders of Nature neither the\\nglories of the rising or the setting sun the\\nmagnificent spectacle of the boundless ocean,\\nsometimes so grand in its peaceful tranquil-\\nlity, at others so majestic in its mighty power;,\\nthe forests agitated by the storm, or alive with\\nthe song of birds nor the glaciers and moun-\\ntains there are doubtless some whom none of\\nthese magnificent spectacles can move, whom\\n44 all the glories of heaven and earth may pass\\nin daily succession without touching their\\nhearts or elevating their minds.\\nSuch men are indeed pitiable. But, happily,,\\nthey are exceptions. If we can none of us as\\nyet fully appreciate the beauties of Nature, we\\nare beginning to do so more and more.\\nFor most of us the early summer has a spe-\\ncial charm. The very life is luxury. The air\\nis full of scent, and sound, and sunshine, of the\\nsong of birds and the murmur of insects the\\nmeadows gleam with golden buttercups, it\\nalmost seems as if one could see the grass grow\\nand the buds open; the bees hum for very joy,\\nand the air is full of a thousand scents, above\\nall perhaps that of new-mown hay.\\nThe exquisite beauty and delight of a fine\\nsummer day in the country has never perhaps\\nbeen more truly, and therefore more beauti-\\nfully, described than by Jefferies in his Page-\\nant of Summer. 44 I linger, he says, 44 in\\nthe midst of the long grass, .the luxury of the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "210 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nleaves, and the song in the very air. I seem\\nas if I could feel all the glowing life the sun-\\nshine gives and the south wind calls to being.\\nThe endless grass, the endless leaves, the\\nimmense strength of the oak expanding, the\\nunalloyed joy of finch and blackbird from all\\nof them I receive a little. In the black\\nbird s melody one note is mine; in the dance\\nof the leaf shadows the formed maze is for me,\\nthough the motion is theirs; the flowers with\\na thousand faces have collected the kisses of\\nthe morning. Feeling with them, I receive\\nsome, at least, of their fullness of life. Never\\ncould I have enough never stay long enough.\\nThe hours when the mind is absorbed by\\nbeauty are the only hours when we really live\\nso that the longer we can stay among these\\nthings so much the more is snatched from inev-\\nitable Time. These are the only hours\\nthat are not wasted these hours that absorb\\nthe soul and fill it with beauty. This is real\\nlife, and all else is illusion, or mere endurance.\\nTo be beautiful and to be calm, without mental\\nfear, is the ideal of Nature. If I cannot\\nachieve it, at least I can think it.\\nThis chapter is already so long that I cannot\\ntouch on the contrast and variety of the sea-\\nsons, each with its own special charm and\\ninterest, as\\nThe daughters of the year\\nDance into light and die into the shade.\\nOur countrymen derive great pleasure from\\nthe animal kingdom, in hunting, shooting, and", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 211\\nfishing, thus obtaining fresh air and exercise,\\nand being led into much varied and beautiful\\nscenery. Still it will probably ere long be\\nrecognized that even from a purely selfish\\npoint of view, killing animals is not the way to\\nget the greatest enjoyment from them. How\\nmuch more interesting would every walk in the\\ncountry be, if Man would but treat other ani-\\nmals with kindness, so that they might\\napproach us without fear, and we might have\\nthe constant pleasure of watching their win-\\nning ways. Their origin and history, structure\\nand habits, senses and intelligence, offer an\\nendless field of interest and wonder.\\nThe richness of life is wonderful. Any one\\nwho will sit down quietly on the grass and\\nwatch a little will be, indeed, surprised at the\\nnumber and variety of living beings, every one\\nwith a special history of its own, every one\\noffering endless problems of great interest.\\nIf, indeed, thy heart were right, then would\\nevery creature be to thee a mirror of life, and\\na book of holy doctrine.\\nThe study of Natural History has the special\\nadvantage of carrying us into the country and\\nthe open air.\\nNot but what towns are beautiful, too.\\nThey teem with human interest and historical\\nassociations.\\nWordsworth was an intense lover of nature\\nyet does he not tell us, in lines which every\\nLondoner will appreciate, that he knew noth-\\ning in nature more fair, no calm more deep,\\nthan the city of London at early dawn?", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "212 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nEarth has not anything to show more fair;\\nDull would he be of soul who could pass by\\nA sight so touching in its majesty\\nThis City now doth, like a garment, wear\\nThe beauty of the morning silent, bare,\\nShips, towers, domes, theaters, and temples lie\\nOpen unto the fields, and to the sky\\nAll bright and glittering in the smokeless air.\\nNever did sun more beautifully steep\\nIn his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill\\nNe er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!\\nThe river glideth at its own sweet will\\nDear God the very houses seem asleep\\nAnd all that mighty heart is lying still\\nMilton also described London as\\n,4 Too blest abode, no loveliness we see\\nIn all the earth, but it abounds in thee.\\nBut after being some time in a great city, one\\nfeels a longing for the country.\\nThe meanest floweret of the vale,\\nThe simplest note that swells the gale*\\nThe common sun, the air, the skies*\\nTo him are opening paradise.\\nHere Gray justly places flowers in the first\\nplace, for when in any great town we think of\\nthe country, flowers seem first to suggest them-\\nselves.\\n44 Flowers, says Ruskin, 4 seem intended for\\nthe solace of ordinary humanity. Children\\nlove them quiet, tender, contented, ordinary\\npeople love them as they grow luxurious and\\ndisorderly people rejoice in them gathered.\\nThey are the cottager s treasure; and in the\\ncrowded town, mark, as with a little broken\\nfragment of rainbow, the windows of the work*", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 213\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ers in whose heart rests the covenant of\\npeace. But in the crowded street, or even in\\nthe formal garden, flowers always seem to me\\nat least, as if they were pining for the freedom\\nof the woods and fields, where they can live\\nand grow as they please.\\nThere are flowers for almost all seasons and\\nall places. Flowers for spring, summer, and\\nautumn, while even in the very depth of winter\\nhere and there one makes its appearance.\\nThere are flowers of the fields and woods and\\nliedgerows, of the sea- shore and the lake s\\nmargin, of the mountain-side up to the very\\nedge of the eternal snow.\\nAnd what an infinite variety they present.\\nDaffodils,\\nThat come before the swallow dares, and take\\nThe winds of March with beauty violets, dim,\\nBut sweeter than the lids of Juno s eyes,\\nOr Cytherca s breath pale primroses,\\nThat die unmarried, ere they can behold\\nBright Phoebus in his strength, a malady\\nMost incident to maids bold oxslips and\\nThe crown imperial lilies of all kinds,\\nThe flower-de-luce being one.\\nNor are they mere delights to the eye they\\nare full of mystery and suggestions. They\\nalmost seem like enchanted princesses waiting\\nfor some princely deliverer. Wordsworth tells\\nus that\\nTo me the meanest flower that blows can give\\nThoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.\\nEvery color again, every variety of form, has\\nsome purpose and explanation.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "214 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nAnd yet, lovely as Flowers are, Leaves add\\neven more to the Beauty of Nature. Trees in\\nour northern latitudes seldom own large flow-\\ners; and though of course there are notable\\nexceptions, such as the Horse-chestnut, still,\\neven in these cases the flowers live only a few\\ndays, while the leaves last for months. Every\\ntree, indeed, is a picture in itself: The gnarled\\nand rugged Oak, the symbol and source of our\\nnavy, sacred to the memory of the Druids, the\\ntype of strength, the sovereign of British trees;\\nthe Chestnut, with its beautiful, tapering, and\\nrich green, glossy leaves, its delicious fruit,\\nand to the durability of which we owe the.\\ngrand and historic roof of Westminster Abbey.\\nThe Birch is the queen of trees, with her\\nfeathery foliage, scarcely visible in spring but\\nturning to leaves of gold in autumn the pend-\\nulous twigs tinged with purple, and silver\\nstems so brilliantly marked with black and\\nwhite.\\nThe Elm forms grand masses of foliage\\nwhich turn a beautiful golden yellow in\\nautumn and the Black Poplar with its per-\\npendicular leaves, rustling and trembling with\\nevery breath of wind, towers over most other\\nforest trees.\\nThe Beech enlivens the country by its tender\\ngreen in spring, rich green in summer, and\\nglorious gold and orange in autumn, set off by\\nthe graceful gray stems; and has, moreover,\\nsuch a wealth of leaves that in autumn there\\nare enough not only to clothe the tree itself\\nbut to cover the grass underneath.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 215\\nIf the Beech owes much to its delicate gray\\nstem, even more beautiful is the reddish crim-\\nson of the Scotch Pines, in such charming con-\\ntrast with the rich green of the foliage, by\\nwhich it is shown off rather than hidden and,\\nwith the green spires of the Firs, they keep the\\nwoods warm in winter.\\nNor must I overlook the smaller trees: the\\nYew with its thick green foliage; the wild\\nGuelder-rose, which lights up the woods in\\nautumn with translucent glossy berries and\\nmany-tinted leaves; or the Bryonies, the Briar,\\nthe Traveler s Joy, and many another plant,\\neven humbler perhaps, and yet each with some\\nexquisite beauty and grace of its own, so that\\nwe must all have sometimes felt our hearts\\noverflowing with gladness and gratitude, as if\\nthe woods were full of music as if\\nThe woods were filled so full with song\\nThere seemed no room for sense of wrong.\\nOn the whole, no doubt, woodlands are less\\nbeautiful in the winter; yet even then the\\ndelicate tracery of the branches, which cannot\\nbe so well seen when they are clothed with\\nleaves, has a special beauty of its own while\\nevery now and then hoar frost or snow settles\\nlike silver on every branch and twig, lighting\\nup the forest as if by enchantment in prep-\\naration for some fairy festival.\\nI feel with Jeffries that by day or by night,\\nsummer or winter, beneath trees the heart\\nfeels nearer to that depth of life which the\\nfar sky means. The rest of spirit found only", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "216 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nin beauty, ideal and pure, comes there because\\nthe distance seems within touch of thought.\\nThe general effect of forests in tropical\\nregions must be very different from that of\\nthose in our latitudes. Kingsley describes it\\nas one of helplessness, confusion, awe, all\\nbut terror. The trunks are very lofty and\\nstraight, and rising to a great height without\\na branch, so that the wood seems at first com-\\nparatively open. In Brazilian forests, for in-\\nstance, the trees struggle upward, and the\\nfoliage forms an unbroken canoply, perhaps a\\nhundred feet overhead. Here, indeed, high up\\nin the air is the real life of the forest. Every-\\nthing seems to climb to the light. The\\nquadrupeds climb, birds climb, reptiles climb,\\nand the variety of climbing plants is far\\ngreater than anything to which we are accus-\\ntomed.\\nMany savage nations worship trees, and I\\nreally think my first feeling would be one of\\ndelight and interest rather than of surprise,\\nif some day when I am alone in a wood one\\nof the trees were to speak to me. Even by\\nday there is something mysterious in a forest,\\nand this is much more the case at night.\\nWith wood, water seems to be naturally asso-\\nciated. Without water no landscape is com-\\nplete, while overhead the clouds add beauty\\nto the heavens themselves. The spring and\\nthe rivulet, the brook, the river, and the lake,\\nseem to give life to Nature, and were indeed\\nregarded by our ancestors as living entries\\nthemselves. Water is beautiful in the morning", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 21T\\nmist, in the broad lake, in the glancing stream\\nor the river pool, in the wide ocean, beautiful\\nin all its varied moods. Water nourishes\\nvegetation it clothes the low-lands with green\\nand the mountains with snow. It sculptures\\nthe rocks and excavates the valleys, in most\\ncases acting mainly through the soft rain,\\nthough our harder rocks are still grooved by\\nthe ice-chisel of bygone ages.\\nThe refreshing power of water upon the\\nearth is scarcely greater than that which it ex-\\nercises on the mind of man. After a long\\nspell of work, how delightful it is to sit by a\\nlake or river, or on the sea-shore, and enjoy\\nA little murmur in mine ear,\\nA little ripple at my feet.\\nEvery Englishman loves the sight of the Sea.\\nWe feel that it is to us a second home. It\\nseems to vivify the very atmosphere, so that Sea\\nair is proverbial as a tonic, and makes the\\nblood dance in our veins. The Ocean gives an\\nimpression of freedom and grandeur more in-\\ntense perhaps even than the aspect of the\\nheavens themselves. A poor woman from\\nManchester, on being taken to the sea-side, is\\nsaid to have expressed her delight on seeing\\nfor the first time something of which there was\\nenough for everybody. The sea-coast is\\nalways interesting. When we think of the\\ncliff sections with their histories of bygone\\nages; the shore itself teeming with sea-weeds\\nand animals, waiting for the return of the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "218 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ntide, or thrown up from deeper water by the\\nwaves; the weird cries of sea-birds; the de-\\nlightful feeling that with every breath we are\\nlaying in a store of fresh life, and health, and\\nenergy, it is impossible to overestimate all we\\nowe to the sea.\\nIt is, moreover, always changing. We went\\nfor our holiday this year to Lyme Regis. Let\\nme attempt to describe the changes in the view\\nfrom our windows during a single day. Our\\nsitting-room opened on to a little lawn, beyond\\nwhich the ground drops suddenly to the sea,\\nwhile over about two miles of water were the\\nhills of the Dorsetshire coast Golden Cap,\\nwith its bright crest of yellow sand, and the\\ndark blue Lias Cliff of Black Ven. When I\\ncame early down in the morning the sun was\\nrising opposite, shining into the room over a\\ncalm sea, along an avenue of light; by de-\\ngrees, as it rose, the whole sea was gilt with\\nlight, and the hills bathed in a violet mist.\\nBy breakfast-time all color had faded from the\\nsea it was like silver passing on each side\\ninto gray; the sky was blue, flecked with\\nfleecy clouds; while, on the gentler slopes of\\nthe coast opposite, fields and woods, and quar-\\nries and lines of stratification begin to show\\nthemselves, though the cliffs are still in\\nshadow, and the more distant headlands still a\\nmere succession of ghosts, each one fainter\\nthan the one before it. As the morning ad-\\nvances the sea becomes blue, the dark woods,\\ngreen meadows, and golden cornfields of the\\nopposite coast more distinct, and the details of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 219\\nthe cliffs come gradually into view, and fish-\\ning-boats with dark sails begin to appear.\\nGradually the sun rises higher, a yellow line\\nof shore appears under the opposite cliffs, and\\nthe sea changes its color, mapping itself out\\nas it were, the shallower parts turquoise blue,\\nalmost green; the deeper ones deep violet.\\nThis does not last long a thunderstorm\\ncomes up. The wind mutters overhead, the\\nrain patters on the leaves, the coast opposite\\nseems to shrink into itself, as if it would fly\\nfrom the storm. The sea grows dark and\\nrough, and white horses appear here and there.\\nBut the storm is soon over. The clouds\\nbreak, the rain stops, the sun shines once more,\\nthe hills opposite come out again. They are\\ndivided now not only into fields and woods,\\nbut into sunshine and shadow. The sky\\nclears, and as the sun begins to descend west-\\nward the sea becomes one beautiful clear uni-\\nform azure, changing again soon to pale blue\\nin front and dark violet beyond; and once\\nmore as clouds begin to gather again, into an\\narchipelago of bright blue sea and deep islands\\nof ultramarine. As the sun travels westward\\nthe opposite hills change again. They scarcely\\nseem like the same country. What was in sun\\nis now in shade, and what was in shade now\\nlies bright in the sunshine. The sea once\\nmore becomes a uniform solid blue, only\\nflecked in places by scuds of wind, and becom-\\ning paler toward evening as the sun sinks,\\nthe cliffs which catch his setting rays losing\\ntheir deep color and in some places looking", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "220 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nalmost as white as chalk, while at sunset they\\nlight up again for a moment with a golden\\nglow, the sea at the same time sinking to a\\ncold gray. But soon the hills grow cold, too,\\nGolden Cap holding out bravely to the last,\\nand the shades of evening settle over cliff and\\nwood, cornfield and meadow.\\nThese are but a part, and a very small part,\\nof the changes of a single day. And scarcely\\nany two days are alike. At times a sea-fog\\ncovers everything. Again the sea which\\nsleeps to-day so peacefully sometimes rages,\\nand the very existence of the bay itself bears\\nwitness to its force.\\nThe night, again, varies like the day. Some-\\ntimes shrouded by a canopy of darkness, some-\\ntimes lit up by millions of brilliant worlds,\\nsometimes bathed in the light of a moon,\\nwhich never retains the same form for two\\nnights together.\\nIf Lakes are less grand than the sea, they are\\nin some respects even more lovely The sea-\\nshore is comparatively bare. The banks of\\nLakes are often richly clothed with vegetation\\nwhich comes close down to the water s edge,\\nsometimes hanging even into the water itself.\\nThey are often studded with well-wooded\\nislands. They are sometimes fringed with\\ngreen meadows, sometimes bounded by rocky\\npromontories rising directly from compara-\\ntively deep water, while the calm bright sur-\\nface is often fretted by a delicate pattern of\\ninterlacing ripples, or reflects a second, soft-\\nened, and inverted landscape.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 221\\nTo water again we owe the marvelous spec-\\ntacle of the rainbow God s bow in the\\nclouds. It is indeed truly a heavenly mes-\\nsenger, and so unlike anything else that it\\nscarcely seems to belong to this world.\\nMany things are colored, but the rainbow\\nseems to be color itself.\\nFirst the flaming red\\nSprang vivid forth the tawny orange next,\\nAnd next delicious yellow by whose side\\nFell the kind beams of all-refreshing green.\\ni Then the pure blue that swells autumnal skies,\\nEthereal play d; and then, of sadder hue\\nEmerged the deeper indigo (as when\\nThe heavy-skirted evening droops with frost),\\nWhile the last gleam ings of refracted light\\nDied in the tainting violet away/\\nWe do not, I think, sufficiently realize how\\nwonderful is the blessing of color. It would\\nhave been possible, it would even seem more\\nprobable, that though light might have enabled\\nus to perceive objects, this could only have\\nbeen by shade and form. How we perceive\\ncolor it is very difficult to comprehend, and\\nyet when we speak of beauty, among the ideas\\nwhich come to us most naturally are those of\\nbirds and butterflies, flowers and shells,\\nprecious stones, skies, and rainbows.\\nOur minds might have been constituted ex-\\nactly as they are, we might have been capable\\nof comprehending the highest and sublimest\\ntruths, and yet, but for a small organ in the\\nhead, the world of sound would have been shut\\nout from us; we should have lost the sounds\\nof nature, the charms of music, the conversa-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "222 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ntion of friends, and have been condemned to\\nperpetual silence and yet a slight alteration\\nin the retina, which is not thicker than a sheet\\nof paper, not larger than a finger nail, and\\nthe glorious spectacle of this beautiful world,\\nthe exquisite variety of form, the glory and\\nplay of color, the variety of scenery, of woods\\nand fields, and lakes and hills, seas and\\nmountains, the glory of the sky alike by day\\nand night, would all have been lost to us.\\nMountains, again, seem to have been built\\nfor the human race, as at once their schools\\nand cathedrals; full of treasures of illumi-\\nnated manuscript for the scholar, kindly in\\nsimple lessons for the worker, quiet in pale\\ncloisters for the thinker, glorious in holiness\\nfor the worshiper. And of these great cathe-\\ndrals of the earth, with their gates of rock,\\npavements of cloud, choirs of stream and\\nstone, altars of snow, and vaults of purple\\ntraversed by the continual stars.\\nAll these beauties are comprised in Tenny-\\nson s exquisite description of CEnone s vale\\nthe city, flowers, trees, river, and mountains.\\nThere is a vale in Ida, lovelier\\nThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.\\nThe swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen,\\nPuts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine,\\nAnd loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand\\nThe lawns and meadow-ledges midway down\\nHang rich in flowers, and far below them roars\\nThe long brook falling thro the clov n ravine\\nIn cataract after cataract to the sea.\\nBehind the valley topmost Gargarus\\nStands up and takes the morning but in front\\nThe gorges, opening wide apart, reve* il", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 223\\nTroas and Ilion s column d citadel,\\nThe crown of Troas. 1\\nAnd when we raise our eyes from earth, who\\nhas not sometimes felt the witchery of the\\nsoft blue sky; who has not watched a cloud\\nfloating upward as if on its way to heaven,\\nor when\\nSunbeam proof, I hang like a roof\\nThe mountain its columns be.\\nAnd yet, if, in our moments of utter idle-\\nness, and insipidity, we turn to the sky as a\\nlast resource, which of its phenomena do\\nwe speak of? One says, it has been wet; and\\nanother, it has been windy; and another, it\\nhas been warm. Who, among the whole chat-\\ntering crowd, can tell me of the forms and the\\nprecipices of the chain of tall white mountains\\nthat girded the horizon at noon yesterday?\\nWho saw the narrow sunbeam that came out of\\nthe south, and smote upon their summits until\\nthey melted and moldered away in a dust of\\nblue rain? Who saw the dance of the dead\\nclouds when the sunlight left them last night,\\nand the west wind blew them before it like\\nwithered leaves? All has passed, unregretted\\nas unseen or if the apathy be ever shaken off,\\neven for an instant, it is only by what is gross,\\nor what is extraordinary; and yet it is not in\\nthe broad and fierce manifestations of the ele-\\nmental energies, not in the clash of the hail,\\nnor the drift of the whirlwind, that the highest\\ncharacters of the sublime are developed.\\nBut exquisitely lovely as is the blue arch of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "224 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nthe midday sky, with its inexhaustible variety\\nof clouds, there is yet a light which the eye\\ninvariably seeks with a deeper feeling of the\\nbeautiful, the light of the declining or breaking\\nday, and the flakes of scarlet cloud burning\\nlike watch-fires in the green sky of the hori-\\nzon.\\nThe evening colors, indeed, soon fade away,\\nbut as night comes on,\\nHow glorious the firmament\\nWith living sapphires Hesperus that led\\nThe starry host, rode brightest till the moon\\nRising in clouded majesty, at length\\nApparent queen, unveiled her peerless light,\\nAnd o er the dark her silver mantle threw.\\nWe generally speak of a beautiful night\\nwhen it is calm and clear, and the stars shine\\nbrightly overhead but how grand also are the\\nwild ways of Nature, how magnificent when\\nthe lightning flashes, t4 between gloom and\\nglory; when\\nFrom peak to peak, the rattling crags among\\nLeaps the live thunder.\\nIn the words of Ossian\\nGhosts ride in the tempest to-night;\\nSweet is their voice between the gusts of wind,\\nTheir songs are of other worlds.\\nNor are the wonders and beauties of the\\nheavens limited by the clouds and the blue sky,\\nlovely as they are. In the heavenly bodies we\\nhave before us the perpetual presence of the\\nsublime. They are so immense and so far\\naway, and yet on soft summer nights they", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "The city of London at early dawn. Page 211.\\nPleasures of Life.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 225\\nseem leaning down to whisper in the ear of\\nour souls.\\n44 A man can hardly lift up his eyes toward\\nthe heavens, says Seneca, without wonder\\nand veneration, to see so many millions of radi-\\nant lights, and to observe their courses and\\nrevolutions, even without any respect to the\\ncommon good of the Universe.\\nWho does not sympathize with the feelings\\nof Dante as he rose from his visit to the lower\\nregions, until, he says,\\nOn our view the beautiful lights of heaven\\nDawned through a circular opening in the cave,\\nThence issuing, we again beheld the stars.\\nAs we watch the stars at night they seem so\\nstill and motionless that we can hardly realize\\nthat all the time they are rushing on with a\\nvelocity far, far exceeding any that man has\\never accomplished.\\nLike the sands of the sea, the stars of heaven\\nhave ever been used as an appropriate symbol\\nof number, and we know that there are some\\n75,000,000, many, no doubt, with planets of\\ntheir own. But this is by no means all. The\\nfloor of heaven is not only thick inlaid with\\npatines of bright gold, but is studded also\\nwith extinct stars, once probably as brilliant as\\nour own sun, but now dead and cold, as Helm-\\nholtz tells us our sun itself will be some\\nseventeen millions of years hence. Then,\\nagain, there are the comets, which, though\\nbut few are visible to us at once, are even more\\nnumerous than the stars there are the nebulae,\\n15 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "226 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand the countless minor bodies circulating in\\nspace, and occasionally visible as meteors.\\nNor is it only the number of the heavenly\\nbodies which is so overwhelming their mag-\\nnitude and distances are almost more impres-\\nsive. The ocean is so deep and broad as to be\\nalmost infinite, and indeed in so far as our\\nimagination is the limit, so it may be. Yet\\nwhat is the ocean compared to the sky. Our\\nglobe is little compared to the giant orbs of\\nJupiter and Saturn, which again sink into\\ninsignificance by the side of the sun. The sun\\nitself is almost as nothing compared with the\\ndimensions of the solar system. Sirius is cal-\\nculated to be a thousand times as great as the\\nSun, and a million times as far away. The\\nsolar system itself travels in one region of\\nspace, sailing between worlds and worlds, and\\nis surrounded by many other systems as great\\nand complex as itself; and we know that even\\nthen we have not reached the limits of the\\nUniverse itself.\\nThere are stars so distant that their light,\\nthough traveling 180,000 miles in a second, yet\\ntakes years to reach us; and beyond all these\\nare other systems of stars which are so far\\naway that they cannot be perceived singly, but\\neven in our most powerful telescopes appear\\nonly as minute clouds or nebulae. It is, in-|\\ndeed, but a feeble expression of the truth to\\nsay that the infinities revealed to us by Science,\\nthe infinitely great in the one direction, and\\nthe infinitely small in the other, go far be-\\nyond anything which had occurred to the un-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 227\\naided imagination of Man, and are not only a\\nnever-failing source of pleasure and interest,\\nbut seem to lift us out of the petty troubles\\nand sorrows of life.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "228 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER IX.\\nTHE TROUBLES OF LIFE.\\nWe have in life many troubles, and troubles\\nare of many kinds. Some sorrows, alas, are\\nreal enough, especially those we bring on\\nourselves, but others, and by no means the\\nleast numerous, are mere ghosts of troubles:\\nif we face them boldly, we find that they have\\nno substance or reality, but are mere creations\\nof our own morbid imagination, and that it is\\nas true now as in the time of David that Man\\ndisquieteth himself in a vain shadow/\\nSome, indeed, of our troubles are evils, but\\nnot real while others are real, but not evils.\\n4 And yet, into how unfathomable a gulf the\\nmind rushes when the troubles of this world\\nagitate it. If it then forget its own light,\\nwhich is eternal joy, and rush into the outer\\ndarkness, which are the cares of this world, as\\nthe mind now does, it knows nothing else but\\nlamentations.\\nAthens, said Epictetus, is a good place,\\nbut happiness is much better; to be free\\nfrom passions, free from disturbance.\\nWe should endeavor to maintain ourselves in\\nthat blessed mood\\nIn which the burden of the mystery,\\nIn which the heavy and the weary weight,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 22$\\nOf all this unintelligible world\\nIs lightened.\\nSo shall we fear neither the exile of Aris-\\ntides, nor the prison of Anaxagoras, nor the\\npoverty of Socrates, nor the condemnation of\\nPhocion, but think virtue worthy our love\\neven under such trials. We should then be,\\nto a great extent, independent of external\\ncircumstances, for\\nStone walls do not a prison make\\nNor iron bars a cage,\\nMinds innocent and quiet take\\nThat for an hermitage.\\nIf I have freedom in my love,\\nAnd in my soul am free\\nAngels alone that soar above\\nEnjoy such liberty.\\nHappiness, indeed, depends much more on\\nwhat is within than without us. When Ham-\\nlet says the world is a goodly prison; in\\nwhich there are many confines, wards, and\\ndungeons Denmark being one of the worst,\\nand Rosencrantz differs from him, he rejoins\\nwisely, Why, then, tis none to you: for there\\nis nothing either good or bad, but thinking\\nmakes it so: to me it is a prison. All is\\nopinion/ says Marcus Aurelius. That which\\ndoes not make a man worse, how can it make\\nhis life worse? But death certainly, and life,\\nhonor and dishonor, pain and pleasure, all\\nthese things happen equally to good men and\\nbad, being things which make us neither bet-\\nter nor worse.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "230 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nThe greatest evils, says Jeremy Taylor,\\nare from within us; and from ourselves also\\nwe must look for our greatest good.\\ntk The mind, says Milton,\\nis its own place, and in itself\\nCan make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.\\nMilton indeed in his blindness saw more\\nbeautiful visions, and Beethoven in his deaf-\\nness heard more heavenly music, than most of\\nus can ever hope to enjoy.\\nWe are all apt, when we know not what may\\nhappen, to fear the worst. When we know\\nthe full extent of any danger, it is half over.\\nHence, we dread ghosts more than robbers,\\nnot only without reason, but against reason;\\nfor even if ghosts existed, how could they\\nhurt us? and in ghost stories, few, even those\\nwho say that they have seen a ghost, ever pro-\\nfess or pretend to have felt one.\\nMilton, in his description of death, dwells on\\nthis characteristic of obscurity:\\nThe other shape,\\nIf shape it might be call d that shape had none\\nDistinguishable, in member, joint, or limb\\nOr substance might be call d that shadow seem d,\\nFor each seem d either; black he stood as night;\\nFierce as ten furies terrible as hell\\nAnd shook a deadly dart. What seem d his head\\nThe likeness of a kingly crown had on.\\nThe effect of darkness and night in enhanc-\\ning terrors is dwelt on in one of the sublimest\\npassages in Job", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 231\\n4 In thoughts from the visions of the night,\\nWhen deep sleep falleth on men,\\nFear came upon me, and trembling,\\nWhich made all my bones to shake.\\nThen a spirit passed before my face\\nThe hair of my flesh stood up.\\nIt stood still, an image was before mine eyes:\\nThere was silence and I heard a voice saying,\\nShall mortal man be more just than God?\\nThus was the terror turned into a lesson of\\ncomfort and of mercy.\\nWe often magnify troubles and difficulties,\\nand look at them till they seem much greater\\nthan they really are.\\nDangers are no more light, if. they once\\nseem light; and more dangers have deceived\\nmen than forced them nay, it were better to\\nmeet some dangers half way, though they\\ncome nothing near, than to keep too long a\\nwatch upon their approaches; for if a man\\nwatch too long, it is odds he will fall asleep.\\nForesight is very wise, but foresorrow is very\\nfoolish and castles are at any rate better than\\ndungeons, in the air.\\nSome of our troubles, no doubt, are real\\nenough, but yet are not evils.\\nIt happens, unfortunately too often, that by\\nsome false step, intentional or unintentional,\\nwe have missed the right road, and gone\\nwrong. Can we then retrace our steps? can\\nwe recover what is lost? This may be done.\\nIt is too gloomy a view to affirm that\\nA word too much, or a kiss too long,\\nAnd the world is never the same again.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "232 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nThere are two noble sayings of Socrates, that\\nto do evil is more to be avoided than to suffer\\nit and that when a man has done evil, it is\\nbetter for him to be punished than to be un-\\npunished.\\nWe generally speak of selfishness as a fault,\\nand as if it interfered with the general happi-\\nness. But this is not altogether correct.\\nThe pity is that so many people are foolishly\\nselfish: that they pursue a course of action\\nwhich neither makes themselves nor any one\\nelse happy.\\n4 Every man, says Goethe, ought to\\nbegin with himself, and make his own happi-\\nness first, from which the happiness of the\\nwhole world would as last unquestionably fol-\\nlow. It is easy to say that this is too broadly\\nstated, and of course exceptions might be\\npointed out: but if every one would avoid\\nexcess, and take care of his own health would\\nkeep himself strong and cheerful; would make\\nhis home happy, and give no cause for the\\npetty vexations which embitter domestic life\\nwould attend to his own affairs and keep him-\\nself sober and solvent; would, in the words of\\nthe Chinese proverb, sweep away the snow\\nfrom before his own door, and never mind the\\nfrost upon his neighbor s tiles; though it\\nmight not be the noblest course of conduct,\\nstill how well it would be for their family,\\nrelations, and friends. But, unfortunately,\\nLook round the habitable world, how few\\nKnow their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 233\\nIt would be a great thing if people could be\\nbrought to realize that they can never add to\\nthe sum of their happiness by doing wrong.\\nIn the case of children, indeed, we recognize\\nthis; we perceive that a spoilt child is not a\\nhappy one that it would have been far better\\nfor him to have been punished at first and\\nthus saved from greater suffering in after life.\\nIt is a beautiful idea that every man has\\nwith him a Guardian Angel; and it is true too:\\nfor Conscience is ever on the watch, ever\\nready to warn us of danger.\\nWe often feel disposed to complain, and yet\\nit is most ungrateful:\\nFor who would lose,\\nThough full of pain, this intellectual being\\nThose thoughts that wander through Eternity\\nTo perish rather, swallowed up, and lost\\nIn the wide womb of uncreated thought.\\nBut perhaps it will be said that we are sent\\nhere in preparation for another and a better\\nworld. Well, then, why should we complain\\nof what is but a preparation for future happi-\\nness?\\nWe ought to\\nCount each affliction, whether light or grave,\\nGod s messenger sent down to thee; do thou\\nWith courtesy receive him rise and bow\\nAnd, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave\\nPermission first his heavenly feet to lave\\nThen lay before him all thou hast allow\\nNo cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,\\nOr mar thy hospitality no wave\\nOf mortal tumult to obliterate\\nThe soul s marmoreal calmness: Grief should be\\n16 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "234 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nLike joy, majestic, equable, sedate;\\nConfirming, cleansing, raising, making free\\nStrong to consume small troubles to commend\\nGreat thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to\\nthe end.\\nSome persons are like the waters of Siloam,\\nand require to be troubled before they can\\nexercise their virtue.\\nWe shall get more contentedness, says\\nPlutarch, from the presence of all these bless-\\nings if we fancy them as absent, and remember\\nfrom time to time how people when ill yearn\\nfor health, and people in war for peace, and\\nstrangers and unknown in a great city for rep-\\nutation and friends, and how painful it is to\\nbe deprived of all these when one has once\\nhad them. For then each of these blessings\\nwill not appear to us only great and valuable\\nwhen it is lost, and of no value when we have\\nit. And yet it makes much for content-\\nedness of mind to look for the most part at\\nhome and to our own condition or if not, to\\nlook at the case of people worse off than our-\\nselves, and not, as people do, to compare\\nourselves with those who are better off.\\nBut you will find others, Chians, or Galatians,\\nor Bithynians, not content with the share of\\nglory or power they have among their fellow-\\ncitizens, but weeping because they do not wear\\nsenators shoes; or, if they have them, that\\nthey cannot be praetors at Rome or if they get\\nthat office that they are not consuls; or if they\\nare consuls, that they are only proclaimed\\nsecond and not first. Whenever, then,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 230\\nyou admire any one carried by in his litter as\\na greater man than yourself, lower your eye-,\\nand look at those that bear the litter. And\\nagain, I am very taken with Diogenes re\\nmark to a stranger at Lacedsemon, who was\\ndressing with much display for a feast, *Does\\nnot a good man consider every day a feast?\\nSeeing then that life is the most com-\\nplete initiation into all these things, it ought\\nto be full of ease of mind and joy; and if\\nproperly understood, would enable us to\\nacquiesce in the present without repining, to\\nremember the past with thankfulness, and to\\nmeet the future hopefully and cheerfully with-\\nout fear or suspicion.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "236 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER X.\\nLABOR AND REST.\\nThrough labor to rest, through combat to victory.\\nThomas a Kempis.\\nAmong the troubles of life I do not, of\\ncourse, reckon the necessity of labor.\\nWork indeed, and hard work, if only it is in\\nmoderation, is in itself a rich source of happi-\\nness. We all know how quickly time passes\\nwhen we are well employed, while the mo-\\nments hang heavily on the hands of the idle.\\nOccupation drives away care and all the small\\ntroubles of life. The busy man has no time\\nto brood or to fret\\nFrom toil he wins his spirits light,\\nFrom busy day the peaceful night,\\nRich, from the very want of wealth,\\nIn Heaven s best treasures, peace and health.\\nThis applies especially to the labor of the\\nfield and the workshop. Humble it may be,\\nbut if it does not dazzle with the promise of\\nfame, it gives the satisfaction of duty fulfilled,\\nand the inestimable blessing of health. As\\nEmerson reminds those entering life, The\\nangels that live with them, and are weaving\\nlaurels of life for their youthful brows, are toil\\nand truth and mutual faith.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 237\\nLabor was truly said by the ancients to be\\nthe price which the gods set upon everything\\nworth having. We all admit, though we often\\nforget, the marvelous power of perseverance,\\nand yet all Nature, down to Bruce* s spider,\\nis continually impressing this lesson on us.\\nHard writing, it has been said, makes easy\\nreading; Plato is said to have rewritten the\\nfirst page of the Republic thirteen times and\\nCarlo Maratti, we are told, sketched the head\\nof Antinous three hundred times before he\\nwrought it to his satisfaction.\\nIt is better to wear out than to rust out, and\\nthere is 4 a dust which settles on the heart, as\\nwell as that which rests upon the ledge.\\nBut though labor is good for man, it may be,\\nand unfortunately often is, carried to excess.\\nMany are wearily asking themselves\\nAh why\\nShould life all labor be?\\nThere is a time for all things, says Solomon,\\na time to work and a time to play we shall\\nwork all the better for reasonable change, and\\none reward of work is to secure leisure.\\nIt is a good saying that where there s a will\\nthere s a way; but while it is all very well to\\nwish, wishes must not take the place of work\\nIn whatever sphere his duty lies every man\\nmust rely mainly on himself. Others can help\\nus, but we must make ourselves. No one else\\ncan see for us. To profit by our advantages\\nwe must learn to use for ourselves", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "238 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nThe dark lantern of the spirit\\nWhich none can see by, but he who bears it.\\nIt is hardly an exaggeration to say that\\nhonest work is never thrown away. If we\\ndo not find the imaginary treasure, at any rate\\nwe enrich the vineyard.\\nWork, says Nature to man, in every\\nhour, paid or unpaid see only that thou work,\\nand thou canst not escape the reward whether\\nthy work be fine or coarse, planting corn or\\nwriting epics, so only it be honest work, done\\nto thine own approbation, it shall earn a\\nreward to the senses as well as to the thought:\\nno matter how often defeated, you are born to\\nvictory. The reward of a thing well done is\\nto have done it.\\nNor can any work, however persevering, or\\nany success, however great, exhaust the prizes\\nof life.\\nThe most studious, the most successful,\\nmust recognize that there yet remain\\n1 So much to do that is not e en begun,\\nSo much to hope for that we cannot see.\\nSo much to win, so many things to be. M\\nAt the present time, though there may be\\nsome special drawbacks, still we come to our\\nwork with many advantages which were not\\nenjoyed in olden times. We live in much\\ngreater security ourselves, and are less liable\\nto have the fruits of our labor torn violently\\nfrom us.\\nIn olden times the difficulties of study were\\nfar greater than they are now. Books were", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 239\\nexpensive and cumbersome, in many cases\\nmoreover chained to the desks on which they\\nwere kept. The greatest scholars have often\\nbeen very poor. Erasmus used to read by\\nmoonlight because he could not afford a candle,\\nand begged a penny, not for the love of\\ncharity, but for the love of learning.\\nWant of time is no excuse for idleness.\\nOur life, says Jeremy Taylor, is too short\\nto serve the ambition of a haughty prince or a\\nusurping rebel; too little time to purchase\\ngreat wealth, to satisfy the pride of a vain-\\nglorious fool, to trample upon all the enemies\\nof our just or unjust interest: but for the ob-\\ntaining virtue, for the purchase of sobriety and\\nmodesty, for the actions of religion, God gives\\nus time sufficient, if we make the outdoings of\\nthe morning and evening, that is, our infancy\\nand old age, to be taken into the computations\\nof a man.\\nWork is so much a necessity of existence,\\nthat it is less a question whether, than how,\\nwe shall work. An old proverb tells us that\\nthe Devil finds work for those who do not\\nmake it for themselves.\\nIf we Englishmen have succeeded as a race,\\nit has been due in no small measure to the fact\\nthat we have worked hard. Not only so, but\\nwe have induced the forces of Nature to work\\nfor us. Steam, says Emerson, is almost an\\nEnglishman.\\nThe power of work has especially character-\\nized our greatest men. Cecil said of Sir W.\\nRaleigh that he could toil terribly.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "240 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nWe are most of us proud of belonging to the\\ngreatest Empire the world has ever seen. It\\nmay be said of us with especial truth in Words-\\nworth s words that\\nThe world is too much with us; late and soon\\nGetting and spending, we lay waste our powers.\\nYes, but what world? The world will be with\\nus sure enough, and whether we please or not.\\nBut what sort of world it will be for us will\\ndepend greatly on ourselves.\\nWe are told to pray not to be taken out of\\nthe world, but to be kept from the evil.\\nThere are various ways of working. Quick-\\nness may be good, but haste is bad.\\nWie das Gestirn\\nOhne Hast\\nOhne Rast\\nDrehe sich Jeder\\nUm die eigne Last.\\n4 Like a star, without haste, without rest, let\\nevery one fulfill his own hest.\\nNewton is reported to have described as his\\nmode of working that I keep the subject con-\\nstantly before me, and wait till the first dawn-\\nings open slowly by little and little into a full\\nand clear light.\\nThe secret of genius, says Emerson, is to\\nsuffer no fiction to exist for us; to realize all\\nthat we know in the high refinement of mod-\\nern life, in Arts, in Sciences, in books, in men,\\nto exact good faith, reality, and a purpose;\\nand first, last, midst, and without end, to honor\\nevery truth by use.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 241\\nLastly, work secures the rich reward of rest\\nwe must rest to be able to work well, and\\nwork to be able to enjoy rest.\\n44 We must no doubt beware that our rest\\nbecome not the rest of stones, which so long\\nas they are torrent- tossed and thunder-stricken\\nmaintain their majesty but when the stream\\nis silent, and the storm past, suffer the grass.\\nto cover them, and the lichen to feed on them,\\nand are plowed down into the dust. The\\nrest which is glorious is of the chamois\\ncouched breathless in its granite bed, not of\\nthe stalled ox over his fodder.\\nWhen we have done our best We may wait\\nthe result with anxiety.\\n44 What hinders a man, who has clearly com-\\nprehended these things, from living with a.\\nlight heart and bearing easily the reins; quietly\\nexpecting everything which can happen, and\\nenduring that which has already happened?\\nWould you have me to bear poverty? Come\\nand you will know what poverty is when it\\nhas found one who can act well the part of a\\npoor man. Would you have me to possess\\npower? Let me have power, and also the\\ntrouble of it. Well, banishment? Wherever\\nI shall go, there it will be well with me.\\nThe Buddhists believe in many forms of\\nfuture punishment but the highest reward of\\nvirtue is Nirvana the final and eternal rest.\\nVery touching is the appeal of Ashmanezer\\nto be left in peace, which was engraved on his\\nSarcophagus at Sidon, now in Paris.\\n44 In the month of Bui, the fourteenth year", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "242 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nof my reign, I, King Ashmanezer, King of the\\nSidonians, son of King Tabuith, King of the\\nSidonians, spake, saying: I have been stolen\\naway before my time a son of the flood of\\ndays. The whilom great is dumb the son of\\ngods is dead. And I rest in this grave, even\\nin this tomb, in the place which I have built.\\nMy adjuration to all the Ruling Powers and all\\nmen: Let no one open this resting-place, nor\\nsearch for treasure, for there is no treasure\\nwith us; and let him not bear away the couch\\nof my rest, and not trouble us in this resting-\\nplace by disturbing the couch of my slumbers.\\nFor all men who should open the tomb\\nof my rest, or any man who should carry away\\nthe couch of my rest, or any one who trouble\\nme on this couch unto them there shall be no\\nrest with the departed they shall not be bur-\\nied in a grave, and there shall be to them\\nneither son nor seed. There shall be to\\nthem neither root below nor fruit above, nor\\nhonor among the living under the sun/\\nThe idle man does not know what it is to\\nrest. Hard work, moreover, tends not only\\nto give us rest for the body, but, what is even\\nmore important, peace to the mind. If we\\nhave done our best to do, and to be, we can\\nTest in peace.\\nEn la sua voluntade e nostra pace. In\\nHis will is our peace: and in such peace the\\nmind will find its truest delight, for\\nWhen care sleeps, the soul wakes.\\nIn youth, as is right enough, the idea of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 243\\nexertion, and of struggles, is inspiriting and\\ndelightful; but as years advance the hope and\\nprospect of peace and of rest gain ground\\ngradually, and\\nWhen the last dawns are fallen on gray,\\nAnd all life s toils and ease complete,\\nThey know who work, not they who play,\\nIf rest is sweet.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "244 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER XI.\\nRELIGION.\\nFor what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do*\\njustly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy\\nGod? Micah.\\nPure religion and undefiled is this, to visit the father-\\nless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself\\nunspotted from the world. James i.\\nThe letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life. 2 Cor-\\ninthians.\\nIt would be quite out of place here to enter\\ninto any discussion of theological problems or\\nto advocate any particular doctrines. Never-\\ntheless, I could not omit what is to most so\\ngreat a comfort and support in sorrow and\\nsuffering, and a source of the purest happiness.\\nWe commonly, however, bring together\\nunder this term two things which are yet very\\ndifferent: the religion of the heart, and that of\\nthe head. The first deals with conduct, and\\nthe duties of Man the second with the nature\\nof the supernatural and the future of the soul,\\nbeing in fact a branch of knowledge.\\nReligion should be a strength, guide, and\\ncomfort, not a source of intellectual anxiety or\\nangry argument. To persecute for religion s\\nsake implies belief in a jealous, cruel, and un~", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 245\\njust Deity. If we have done our best to arrive\\nat the truth, to torment one s self about the\\nresult is to doubt the goodness of God, and, in\\nthe words of Bacon, to bring down the Holy\\nGhost, instead of the likeness of a dove in the\\nshape of a raven. The letter killeth, but\\nthe spirit giveth life, and the first duty of\\nreligion is to form the highest possible concep-\\ntion of God.\\nMany a man, however, and still more many\\na woman, render themselves miserable on\\nentering life by theological doubts and diffi-\\nculties. These have reference, in ninety-nine\\ncases out of a hundred, not to what we should\\ndo, but what we should think. As regards\\naction, conscience is generally a ready guide\\nto follow it is the real difficulty. Theology,\\non the other hand, is a most abstruse science\\nbut as long as we honestly wish to arrive at\\ntruth we need not fear that we shall be pun-\\nished for unintentional error. For what,\\nsays Micah, doth the Lord require of thee,\\nbut to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk\\nhumbly with thy God. There is very little\\ntheology in the Sermon on the Mount, or,\\nindeed, in any part of the Gospels; and the\\ndifferences which keep us apart have their\\norigin rather in the study than the Church.\\nReligion was intended to bring peace on earth\\nand good-will toward men, and whatever\\ntends to hatred and persecution, however cor-\\nrect in the letter, must be utterly wrong in the\\nspirit.\\nHow much misery would have been saved", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "246 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nto Europe if Christians had been satisfied with\\nthe Sermon on the Mount!\\nBokhara is said to have contained more than\\nthree hundred colleges, all occupied with the-\\nology, but ignorant of everything else, and it\\nwas probably one of the most bigoted and un-\\ncharitable cities in the world. 4 Knowledge\\npuffeth up, but charity edifieth.\\nWe must not forget that\\nHe prayeth best who loveth best\\nAll things both great and small.\\nTheologians too often appear, to agree that\\nThe awful shadow of some unseen power\\nFloats, though unseen, among us.\\nand in the days of the Inquisition many must\\nhave sighed for the cheerful childlike religion\\nof the Greeks, if they could but have had the\\nNymphs and Nereids, the Fays and Faeries,\\nwith Destiny and Fate, but without Jupiter\\nand Mars.\\nSects are the work of Sectarians. No truly\\ngreat religious teacher, as Carlyle said, ever\\nintended to found a new Sect.\\nDiversity of worship, says a Persian proverb,\\nhas divided the human race into seventy-two\\nnations. From among all their dogmas I\\nhave selected one Divine Love. And\\nagain, t4 He needs no other rosary whose thread\\nof life is strung with the beads of love and\\nthought.\\nThere is more true Christianity in some\\npagan Philosophers than in certain Christian", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 247\\ntheologians. Take, for instance, Plato, Mar-\\ncus Aurelius, Epictetus, and Plutarch.\\n44 Now I, Callicles, says Socrates, u am per-\\nsuaded of the truth of these things, and I\\nconsider how I shall present my soul whole\\nand undefiled before the judge in that day.\\nRenouncing the honors at which the world\\naims, I desire only to know the truth, and to\\nlive as well as I can, and, when the time\\ncomes, to die. And, to the utmost of my\\npower, I exhort all other men to do the same.\\nAnd in return for your exhortation of me, I\\nexhort you also to take part in the great com-\\nbat, which is the combat of life, and greater\\nthan every other earthly conflict.\\n44 As to piety toward the Gods, says Epic-\\ntetus, you must know that this is the chief\\nthing, to have right opinions about them, to\\nthink that they exist, and that they administer\\nthe All well and justly; and you must fix\\nyours if in this principle (duty), to obey them,\\nand to yield to them in everything which hap-\\npens, and voluntarily to follow it as being ac-\\ncomplished by the wisest intelligence.\\n44 Do not act, says Marcus Aurelius, 44 as if\\nthou wert going to live ten thousand years.\\nDeath hangs over thee. While thou livest,\\nwhile it is in thy power, be good\\n44 Since it is possible that thou mayest depart\\nfrom life this very moment, regulate every act\\nand thought accordingly. But to go away\\nfrom among men, if there be gods, is not a\\nthing to be afraid of, for -the gods will not\\ninvolve thee in evil; but if, indeed, they do", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "248 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nnot exist, or if they have no concern about\\nhuman affairs, what is it to me to live in a\\nuniverse devoid of gods, or devoid of Provi-\\ndence? But in truth they do exist, and they\\ndo care for human things, and they have put\\nall the means in man s power to enable him\\nnot to fall into real evils. And as for the rest,\\nif there was anything evil, they would have\\nprovided for this also, that it should be alto-\\ngether in a man s power not to fall into it.\\nAnd Plutarch: The Godhead is not blessed\\nb y reason of his silver and gold, nor yet Al-\\nmighty through his thunder and lightnings,\\nbut on account of knowledge and intelligence.\\nIt is no doubt very difficult to arrive at the\\nexact teaching of Eastern Moralists, but the\\nsame spirit runs through Oriental Literature.\\nFor instance, in the Toy Cart, when the wick-\\ned Prince wishes Vita to murder the Heroine,\\nand says that no one would see him, Vita\\ndeclares, All nature would behold the crime\\nthe Genii of the Grove, the Sun, the Moon,\\nthe Winds, the Vault of Heaven, the firm-set\\nEarth, the mighty Yama who judges the dead,\\nand the conscious Soul.\\nTake even the most extreme type of differ-\\nence. Is the man, says Plutarch, a criminal\\nwho holds there are no gods and is not he\\nthat holds them to be such as the superstitious\\nRelieve them, is he not possessed with notions\\ninfinitely more atrocious? I, for my part,\\nwould much rather have men say of me that\\nthere never was a Plutarch at all, nor is now,\\nthan to say that Plutarch is a man inconstant,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 249\\nfickle, easily moved to anger, revengeful for\\ntrifling provocations, vexed at small things.\\nThere is no doubt a tone of doubting sad-\\nness in Roman moralists, as in Hadrian s dy-\\ning lines to his soul\\nAnimula, vagula, blandula\\nHospes, comesque corporis\\nQua nunc abibis in loca:\\nPallidula, rigida, nudula,\\nNee, ut soles, dabis jocos.\\nThe same spirit, indeed, is expressed in the\\nepitaph on the tomb of the Duke of Bucking-\\nham in Westminster Abbey\\nDubius non improbus vixi\\nIncertus morior, non perturbatus\\nHumanum est nescire et errare,\\nDeo confido\\nOmnipotenti benevolentissimo\\nEns entium miserere mei.\\nMany things have been mistaken for religion,\\nselfishness especially, but also fear, hope, love\\nof music, of art, of pomp scruples often take\\nthe place of love, and the glory of heaven is\\nsometimes made to depend upon precious\\nstones and jewelry. Many, as has been well\\nsaid, run after Christ, not for the miracles, but\\nfor the loaves.\\nIn many cases religious differences are main-\\nly verbal. There is an Eastern tale of four\\nmen, an Arab, a Persian, a Turk, and a Greek,\\nwho agreed to club together for an evening\\nmeal, but when they had done so they quar-\\nreled as to what it should be: The Turk pro-\\nposed Azum, the Arab Aneb, the Persian Ang-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "250 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nhur, while the Greek insisted on Staphylion.\\nWhile they were disputing\\nBefore their eyes did pass,\\nLaden with grapes, a gardener s ass.\\nSprang to his feet each man, and showed,\\nWith eager hand, that purple load.\\nSee Azum, said that Turk; and see\\nAnghur, the Persian; what should be\\nBetter. Nay Aneb, Aneb tis,\\nThe Arab cried. The Greek said, This\\nIs my Staphylion. Then they bought\\nTheir grapes in peace.\\nHence be ye taught.\\nIt is said that on one occasion, when Dean\\nStanley had been explaining his views to Lord\\nBeaconsfield, the latter replied, Ah! Mr.\\nDean, that is all very well, but you must\\nremember, No Dogmas, no Deans. To lose\\nsuch Deans as Stanley would indeed be a great\\nmisfortune; but does it follow? Religions, far\\nfrom being really built on Dogmas, are too\\noften weighed down and crushed by them.\\nNo one can doubt that Stanley has done much\\nto strengthen the Church of England.\\nWe may not always agree with Spinoza, but\\nis he not right when he says, The first pre-\\ncept of the divine law, therefore, indeed its\\nsum and substance, is to live God uncondi-\\ntionally as the supreme good uncondition-\\nally, I say, and not from any love or fear of\\naught besides? And again, that the very\\nessence of religion is belief in a Supreme\\nBeing who delights in justice and mercy,\\nwhom all who would be saved are bound to\\nobey, and whose worship consists in the prac*", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 251\\ntice of justice and charity toward our neigh-\\nbors?\\nDoubt is of two natures, and we often confuse\\na wise suspension of judgment with the weak-\\nness of hesitation. To profess an opinion for\\nwhich we have no sufficient reason is clearly\\nillogical, but when it is necessary to act we\\nmust do so on the best evidence available,\\nhowever slight that may be. Herein lies the\\nimportance of common-sense, the instincts of a\\nGeneral, the sagacity of a Statesman. Pyrrho,\\nthe recognized representative of doubt, was\\noften wise in suspending his judgment, how-\\never foolish in hesitating to act, and in apolo-\\ngizing when, after resisting all the arguments\\nof philosophy, an angry dog drove him from\\nhis position.\\nCollect from the Bible all that Christ\\nthought necessary for his disciples, and how\\nlittle Dogma there is. Pure religion and\\nundefiled is this, to visit the fatherless and\\nwidows in their affliction, and to keep himself\\nunspotted from the world. By this shall all\\nmen know that ye are my disciples, if ye have\\nlove one to another. Suffer little children\\nto come unto me. And one lesson which\\nlittle children have to teach us is that religion\\nis an affair of the heart and not of the mind\\nonly.\\nWhy should we expect Religion to solve\\nquestions with reference to the origin and des-\\ntiny of the Universe? We do not expect the\\nmost elaborate treatise to tell, us the origin of\\nelectricity or of heat. Natural History throws", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "252 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nno light on the origin of life. Has Biology\\never professed to explain existence?\\nSimonides was asked at Syracuse by Hiero,\\nwho or what God was, when he requested a\\nday s time to think of his answer. On subse-\\nquent days he always doubled the period\\nrequired for deliberation: and when Hiero\\ninquired the reason, he replied that the longer\\nhe considered the subject, the more obscure it\\nappeared.\\nThe Vedas say, In the midst of the sun is\\nthe light, in the midst of light is truth, and in\\nthe midst of truth is the imperishable Being.\\nDeity has been defined as a circle whose center\\nis everywhere, and whose circumference is\\nnowhere, but the God is love of St. John\\nappeals more forcibly to the human soul.\\nThe Church is not a place for study or spec-\\nulation. Few but can sympathize with\\nEugenie de Guerin in her tender affection for\\nthe little Chapel at Cahuze where she tells us\\nshe left i4 tant de miseres.\\nDoubt does not exclude Faith.\\nPerplexed in faith, but pure in deed\\nAt last he beat his music out.\\nThere lies more faith in honest doubt,\\nBelieve me, than in half the creeds.\\nAnd if we must admit that many points are\\nstill, and probably long will be involved in\\nobscurity, we may be pardoned if we indulge\\nourselves in various speculations both as to our\\nbeginning and our end.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 253\\n4 Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;\\nThe soul that rises with us, our life s star\\nHath had elsewhere its setting,\\nAnd cometh from afar\\nNot in entire forgetfulness,\\nAnd not in utter nakedness,\\nBut trailing clouds of glory do we come\\nFrom God who is our home.\\nUnfortunately, many have attempted to\\ncompound for wickedness in life by purity of\\nbelief, a vain and fruitless effort. To do right\\nis the sure ladder which leads up to Heaven,\\nthough the true faith will help us to find and\\nto climb it.\\n44 It was my duty to have loved the highest.\\nIt surely was my profit had I known,\\nIt would have been my pleasure had I seen. M\\nBut though religious truth can justify no\\nbitterness, it is well worth any amount of\\nthought and study.\\nI hope I shall not be supposed to depreciate\\nany honest effort to arrive at truth, or to\\nundervalue the devotion of those who have\\ndied for their religion. But surely it is a mis-\\ntake to regard martyrdom as a merit, when from\\ntheir own point of view it was in reality a priv-\\nilege.\\nLet every man be pursuaded in his own\\nmind.\\nTruth is the highest thing that man may keep.\\nTo arrive at the truth we should spare our-\\nselves no pain, but certainly inflict none on\\nothers.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "254 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nWe may be sure that quarrels will never\\nadvance religion, and that to persecute is no\\nway to convert. No doubt those who consider\\nthat all who do not agree with them will suffer\\neternal torments, seem logically justified in\\npersecution even unto death. Such a course,\\nif carried out consistently, might stamp out a\\nparticular sect, and any sufferings which could\\nbe inflicted here would on this hypothesis be as\\nnothing in comparison with the pains of Hell.\\nOnly it must be admitted that such a view of\\nreligion is incompatible with any faith in th^\\ngoodness of God and seems quite irreconcilable^\\nwith the teaching of Christ.\\nMoreover, the Inquisition has even from its\\nown point of view proved generally a failure.\\nThe blood of the martyrs is the seed of the\\nChurch.\\n44 In obedience to the order of the Council of\\nConstance (1415) the remains of Wickliffe were\\nexhumed and burnt to ashes, and these cast\\ninto the Swift, a neighboring brook running\\nhard by, and thus this brook hath conveyed his\\nashes into Avon: Avon into Severn; Severn\\ninto the narrow seas; they into the main\\nocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are\\nthe emblem of his doctrine, which now is dis-\\npersed all the world over.\\nThe Talmud says that when a man once\\nasked Shamai to teach him the Law in one\\nlesson, Shamai drove him away in anger. He\\nthen went to Hillel with the same request.\\nHillel said, 44 Do unto others as you would have", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 255\\nothers do unto you. This is the whole Law;\\nthe rest, merely Commentaries upon it.\\nThe Religion of the lower races is almost as\\na rule one of terror and of dread. Their\\ndeities are jealous and revengeful, cruel, merci-\\nless, and selfish, hateful, and yet childish.\\nThey require to be propitiated by feasts and\\nofferings, often even by human sacrifices.\\nThey are not only exacting, but so capricious\\nthat, with the best intentions, it is often\\nimpossible to be sure of pleasing them. From\\nsuch evil beings Sorcerers and Witches derived\\ntheir hellish powers. No one was safe. No\\none knew where danger lurked. Actions\\napparently the most trifling might be fraught\\nwith serious risk; objects apparently the most\\ninnocent might be fatal.\\nIn many cases there are supposed to be\\ndeities of Crime, of Misfortunes, of Disease.\\nThese wicked Spirits naturally encourage evil\\nrather than good. An energetic friend of\\nmine was sent to a district in India where\\nsmall-pox was specially prevalent, and where\\none of the principal Temples was dedicated to\\nthe Goddess of that disease. He had the peo-\\nple vaccinated, in spite of some opposition, and\\nthe disease disappeared, much to the astonish-\\nment of the natives. But the priests of the\\nDeity of Small-pox were not disconcerted only\\nthey deposed the Image of their discomfited\\nGoddess, and petitioned my friend for some\\nemblem of himself which they might install in\\nher stead.\\nWe who are fortunate enough to live in this", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "256 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ncomparatively enlightened century hardly\\nrealize how our ancestors suffered from their\\nbelief in the existence of mysterious and mal-\\nevolent beings, how their life was embittered\\nand overshadowed by these awful apprehen-\\nsions.\\nAs men, however, have risen in civilization,\\ntheir religion has risen with them they have\\nby degrees acquired higher and purer concep-\\ntions of divine power.\\nWe are only just beginning to realize that a\\nloving and merciful Father would not resent\\nhonest error, not even perhaps the attribution\\nto him of such odious injustice. Yet what can\\nhe clearer than Christ s teaching on this point?\\nHe impressed it over and over again on his\\ndisciples. The letter killeth, but the spirit\\ngiveth life.\\nIf, says Ruskin, for every rebuke that\\nwe utter of men s vices, we put forth a claim\\nupon their hearts if for every assertion of God s\\ndemands from them, we should substitute a\\ndisplay of His kindness to them: if side by\\nside, with every warning of death, we could\\nexhibit proofs and promises of immortality if,\\nin fine, instead of assuming the being of an\\nawful Deity, which men, though they cannot\\nand dare not deny, are always unwilling, some-\\ntimes unable, to conceive; we were to show\\nthem a near, visible, inevitable, but all-benefi-\\ncent Deity, whose presence makes the earth\\nitself a heaven, I think there would be fewer\\ndeaf children sitting in the market-place.\\nBut it must not be supposed that those who", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 257\\ndoubt whether the ultimate truth of the Uni-\\nverse can be expressed in human words, or\\nwhether, even if it could, we should be able to\\ncomprehend it, undervalue the importance of\\nreligious study. Quite the contrary. Their\\ndoubts arise not from pride, but from humility:\\nnot because they do not appreciate divine\\ntruth, but on the contrary they doubt whether\\nwe can appreciate it sufficiently, and are skep-\\ntical whether the infinite can be reduced to the\\nfinite.\\nWe may be sure that whatever may be right\\nabout religion, to quarrel over it must be\\nwrong. Let others wrangle, said St. Aug-\\nustine, I will wonder. M\\nThose who suspend their judgment are not\\non that account skeptics, and it is often those\\nwho think they know most, who are especially\\ntroubled by doubts and anxiety.\\nIt was Wordsworth who wrote\\nGreat God, I had rather be\\nA Pagan suckled in some creed outworn\\nSo might I, standing on this pleasant lea,\\nHave glimpses that would make me less forlorn.\\nIn religion, as with children at night, it is\\ndarkness and ignorance which create dread;\\nlight and love cast out fear.\\nIn looking forward to the future we may\\nfairly hope with Ruskin that the charities of\\nmore and more widely extended peace are pre-\\nparing the way for a Christian Church which\\nshall depend neither on ignorance for its con-\\ntinuance, nor on controversy for its progress,\\nbut shall reign at once in light and love.\\n17 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "258 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER XII.\\nTHE HOPE OF PROGRESS.\\n4 To what then may we not look forward, when a\\nspirit of scientific inquiry shall have spread through\\nthose vast regions in which the progress of civilization,\\nits sure precursor, is actually commenced and in active\\nprogress And what may we not expect from the exer-\\ntions of powerful minds called into action under circum-\\nstances totally different from any which have yet existed\\nin the world, and over an extent of territory far surpass-\\ning that which has hitherto produced the whole harvest\\nof human intellect? Herschel.\\nThere are two lines, if not more, in which\\nwe may look forward with hope to progress in\\nthe future. In the first place, increased knowl-\\nedge of nature, of the properties of matter\\nand of the phenomena which surround us, may\\nafford to our children advantages far greater\\neven than those which we ourselves enjoy.\\nSecondly, the extension and improvement of\\neducation, the increasing influence of Science\\nand Art, of Poetry and Music, of Literature\\nand Religion, \u00e2\u0080\u0094of all the powers which are\\ntending to good, will, we many reasonably\\nhope, raise man and make him more master of\\nhimself, more able to appreciate and enjoy his\\nadvantages, and to realize the truth of the\\nItalian proverb, that wherever light is, there is\\njoy.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 259\\nOne consideration which has greatly tended\\nto retard progress has been the floating idea\\nthat there was some sort of ingratitude, and\\neven impiety, in attempting to improve on\\nwhat Divine Providence had arranged for us.\\nThus Prometheus was said to have incurred\\nthe wrath of Jove for bestowing on mortals the\\nuse of fire; and other improvements only\\nescaped similar punishment when the ingenu-\\nity of priests attributed them to the special\\nfavor of some particular deity. This feeling\\nhas not even yet quite died out. Even I can\\nremember the time when many excellent per-\\nsons had a scruple or prejudice against the use\\nof chloroform because they fancied that pain\\nwas ordained under certain circumstances.\\nWe are told that in early Saxon days Edwin,\\nKing of Northumbria, called his nobles and\\nhis priests around him, to discuss whether a\\ncertain missionary should be heard or not.\\nThe king was doubtful. At last there rose an\\nold chief, and said: You know, O King,\\nhow, on a winter evening, when you are sit-\\nting at supper in your hall, with your company\\naround you, when the night is dark and\\ndreary, when the rain and the snow rage out-\\nside, when the hall inside is lighted and warm\\nwith a blazing fire, sometimes it happens that a\\nsparrow flies into the bright hall out of the dark\\nnight, flies through the hall and then flies out\\nat the other end into the dark night again.\\nWe see him for a few moments, but we know\\nnot whence he came nor whither he goes in the\\nblackness of the storm outside. So is the life", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "260 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nof man. It appears for a short space in the\\nwarmth and brightness of this life, but what\\ncame before this life, or what is to follow this\\nlife, we know not. If, therefore, these new\\nteachers can enlighten us as to the darkness\\nthat went before, and the darkness that is to\\ncome after, let us hear what they have to teach\\nus.\\nIt is often said, however, that great and\\nunexpected as recent discoveries have been,\\nthere are certain ultimate problems which\\nmust ever remain unsolved. For my part, I\\nwould prefer to abstain from laying down any\\nsuch limitations. When Park asked the Arabs\\nwhat became of the sun at night, and whether\\nthe sun was always the same, or new each day,\\nthey replied that such a question was foolish,\\nbeing entirely beyond the reach of human\\ninvestigation.\\nM. Comte, in his Cours de Philosophie Pos-\\nitive, as recently as 1842, laid it down as an\\naxiom regarding the heavenly bodies, We\\nmay hope to determine their forms, distances,\\nmagnitude, and movements, but we shall never\\nby any means be able to study their chemical\\ncomposition or mineralogical structure. Yet\\nwithin a few years this supposed impossibility\\nhas been actually accomplished, showing how\\nunsafe it is to limit the possibilities of science.\\nIt is, indeed, as true now as in the time of\\nNewton, that the great ocean of truth lies\\nundiscovered before us. I often wish that\\nsome President of the Royal Society, or of the\\nBritish Association, would take for the theme", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 261\\nof his annual address, The things we do not\\nknow. Who can say on the verge of what dis-\\ncoveries we are perhaps even now standing It\\nis extraordinary how slight a margin may stand\\nfor years between Man and some important\\nimprovement. Take the case of the electric\\nlight, for instance. It had been known for\\nyears that if a carbon rod be placed in an\\nexhausted glass receiver, and a current of elec-\\ntricity be passed through it, the carbon glowed\\nwith an intense light, but on the other hand it\\nbecame so hot that the glass burst. The light,\\ntherefore, was useless, because the lamp burst\\nas soon as it was lighted. Edison hit on the\\nidea that if you made the carbon filament fine\\nenough, you would get rid of the heat and yet\\nhave abundance of light. Edison s right to\\nhis patent has been contested on this very\\nground. It has been said that the mere intro-\\nduction of so small a difference as the replace-\\nment of a thin rod by a fine filament was so\\nslight an item that it could not be patented.\\nThe improvements by Swan, Lane Fox, and\\nothers, though so important as a whole, have\\nbeen made step by step.\\nOr take again the discovery of anaesthetics.\\nAt the beginning of the century Sir Humphrey\\ndiscovered laughing gas, as it was then called.\\nHe found that it produced complete insensi-\\nbility to pain and yet did not injure health.\\nA tooth was actually taken out under its influ-\\nence, and of course without suffering. These\\nfacts were known to our chemists, they were\\nexplained to the students in our great hospitals,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "262 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand yet for half a century the obvious applica-\\ntion occurred to no one. Operations continued\\nto be performed as before, patients suffered the\\nsame horrible tortures, and yet the beneficent\\nelement was in our hands, its divine properties\\nwere known, but it never occurred to any one\\nto make use of it.\\nI may give one more illustration. Printing\\nis generally said to have been discovered in\\nthe fifteenth century and so it was for all\\npractical purposes. But in fact printing was\\nknown long before. The Romans used\\nstamps; on the monuments of the Assyrian\\nkings the name of the reigning monarch may\\nbe found duly printed. What then is the\\ndifference? One little, but all-important step.\\nThe real inventor of printing was the man\\ninto whose mind flashed the fruitful idea of\\nhaving separate stamps for each letter, instead\\nof for separate words. How slight seems the\\ndifference, and yet for 3,000 years the thought\\noccurred to no one. Who can tell what other\\ndiscoveries, as simple and yet as far-reaching,\\nlie at this very moment under our very eyes!\\nArchimedes said that if you would give him\\nroom to stand on, he would move the earth.\\nOne truth leads to another; each discovery\\nrenders possible another, and, what is more, a\\nliigher.\\nWe are but beginning to realize the marvel-\\nous range and complexity of Nature. I have\\nelsewhere called attention to this with special\\nreference to the problematical organs of sense\\npossessed by many animals.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 263\\nThere is every reason to hope that future\\nstudies will throw much light on these interest-\\ning structures. We may, no doubt, expect\\nmuch from the improvement in our micro-\\nscopes, the use of new re-agents, and of\\nmechanical appliances; but the ultimate atoms\\nof which matter is composed are so infinitesi-\\nmally minute, that it is difficult to foresee any\\nmanner in which we may hope for a final solu-\\ntion of these problems.\\nLoschmidt, who has since been confirmed\\nby Stoney and Sir W. Thomson, calculates\\nthat each of the ultimate atoms of matter is at\\nmost one fifty-millionth of an inch in diameter.\\nUnder these circumstances we cannot, it would\\nseem, hope at present for any great increase\\nof our knowledge of atoms by improvements\\nin the microscope. With our present instru-\\nments we can perceive lines ruled on glass\\nwhich are one ninety thousandth of an inch\\napart; but owing to the properties of light\\nitself, it would appear that we cannot hope to\\nbe able to perceive objects which are much\\nless than one hundred- thousandth of an inch in\\ndiameter. Our microscopes may, no doubt, be\\nimproved, but the limitation lies not in the\\nimperfection of our optical appliances, but in\\nthe nature of light itself.\\nIt has been calculated that a particle of albu-\\nmen one eighty-thousandth of an inch in\\ndiameter contains no less than 125,000,000 of\\nmolecules. In a simpler compound the num-\\nber would be much greater; in water, for in-\\nstance, no less than 8,000,000,000. Even then,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "264 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nif we could construct microscopes far more\\npowerful than any which we now possess, they\\ncould not enable us to obtain by direct vision\\nany idea of the ultimate organization of mat-\\nter. The smallest sphere of organic matter\\nwhich could be clearly defined with our most\\npowerful microscopes may be, in reality, very\\ncomplex may be built up of many millions of\\nmolecules, and it follows that there may be an\\nalmost infinite number of structural characters\\nin organic tissues which we can at present\\nforesee no mode of examining.\\nAgain, it has been shown that animals hear\\nsounds which are beyond the range of our\\nhearing, and I have proved they can perceive\\nthe ultra-violet rays, which are invisible to our\\neyes.\\nNow, as every ray of homogeneous light\\nwhich we can perceive at all, appears to us as\\na distinct color, it becomes probable that these\\nultra-violet rays must make themselves appar-\\nent to animals as a distinct and separate color\\n(of which we can form no idea), but as differ-\\nent from the rest as red is from yellow, or\\ngreen from violet. The question also arises\\nwhether white light to these creatures would\\ndiffer from our white light in containing this\\nadditional color.\\nThese considerations cannot but raise the\\nreflection how different the world may I was\\ngoing to say must appear to other animals\\nfrom what it does to us. Sound is the sensa-\\ntion produced on us when the vibrations of\\nthe air strike on the drum of our ear. When", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 265\\nthey are few, the sound is deep as they in-\\ncrease in number, it becomes shriller and\\nshriller; but when they reach 40,000 in a\\nsecond, they cease to be audible. Light is the\\neffect produced on us when waves of light\\nstrike on the eye. When 400 millions of mil-\\nlions of vibrations of ether strike the retina in\\na second, they produce red, and as the number\\nincreases the color passes into orange, then yel-\\nlow, green, blue, and violet. But between\\n40,000 vibrations in a second and 400 millions\\nof millions we have no organ of sense capable\\nof receiving the impression. Yet between\\nthese limits any number of sensations may ex-\\nist. We have five senses, and sometimes fancy\\nthat no others are possible. But it is obvious\\nthat we cannot measure the infinite by our\\nown narrow limitations.\\nMoreover, looking at the question from the\\nother side, we find in animals complex organs\\nof sense, richly supplied with nerves, but the\\nfunction of which we are as yet powerless to\\nexplain. There may be fifty other senses as\\ndifferent from ours as sound is from sight;\\nand even within the boundaries of our own\\nsenses there may be endless sounds which we\\ncannot hear, and colors, as different as red\\nfrom green, of which we have no conception.\\nThese and a thousand other questions remain\\nfor solution. The familiar world which sur-\\nrounds us may be a totally different place to\\nother animals. To them it may be full of\\nmusic which we cannot hear, of color which\\nwe cannot see, of sensations which we cannot\\n18 Pleasures", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "266 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nconceive. To place stuffed birds and beasts in\\nglass cases, to arrange insects in cabinets, and\\ndried plants in drawers, is merely the drudgery\\nand preliminary of study; to watch their\\nhabits, to understand their relations to one\\nanother, to study their instincts and intelli-\\ngence, to ascertain their adaptations and their\\nrelations to the forces of Nature, to realize\\nwhat the world appears to them; these consti-\\ntute, as it seems to me at least, the true inter-\\nest of natural history, and may even give us\\nthe clew to senses and perceptions of which at\\npresent we have no conception.\\nFrom this point of view the possibilities of\\nprogress seem to me to be almost unlimited.\\nSo far again as the actual condition of man\\nis concerned, the fact that there has been some\\nadvance cannot, I think, be questioned.\\nIn the Middle Ages, for instance, culture and\\nrefinement scarcely existed beyond the limits\\nof courts, and by no means always there. The\\nlife in English, French, and German castles\\nwas rough and almost barbarous. Mr. Galton\\nhas expressed the opinion, which I am not\\nprepared to question, that the population of\\nAthens, taken as a whole, was as superior to\\nus as we are to Australian savages. But even\\nif that be so, our civilization, such as it is, is\\nmore diffused, so that unquestionably the gen-\\neral European level is much higher.\\nMuch, no doubt, is owing to the greater facil-\\nity of access to the literature of our country,\\nto that literature, in the words of Macaulay,\\n44 the brightest, the purest, the most durable", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 267\\nof all the glories of our country; to that Liter-\\nature, so rich in precious truth and precious\\nfiction to that Literature which boasts of the\\nprince of all poets, and of the prince of all\\nphilosophers to that Literature which has ex-\\nercised an influence wider than that of our\\ncommerce, and mightier than that of our\\narms.\\nFew of us make the most of our minds.\\nThe body ceases to grow in a few years but\\nthe mind, if we will let it, may grow as long as\\nlife lasts.\\nThe onward progress of the future will not,\\nwe may be sure, be confined to mere material\\ndiscoveries. We feel that we are on the road\\nto higher mental powers; that problems which\\nnow seem to us beyond the range of human\\nthought will receive their solution, and open\\nthe way to still further advance. Progress,\\nmoreover, we may hope, will be not merely\\nmaterial, not merely mental, but moral also.\\nIt is natural that we should feel a pride in\\nthe beauty of England, in the size of our cities,\\nthe magnitude of our commerce, the wealth\\nof our country, the vastness of our Empire.\\nBut the true glory of a nation does not consist\\nin the extent of its dominion, in the fertility\\nof the soil, or the beauty of Nature, but rather\\nin the moral and intellectual pre-eminence of\\nthe people.\\nAnd yet how few of us, rich or poor, have\\nmade ourselves all we might be. If he does\\nhis best, as Shakespeare says, What a piece\\nof work is man! How noble in reason! How", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "263 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\ninfinite in faculty in form and movement, how\\nexpress and admirable! Few, indeed, as\\nyet, can be said to reach this high ideal.\\nThe Hindoos have a theory that after death\\nanimals live again in a different form those\\nthat have done well in a higher, those that\\nhave done ill in a lower grade. To realize this\\nis, they find, a powerful incentive to a virtuous\\nlife. But whether it be true of a future life\\nor not, it is certainly true of our present exist-\\nence. If we do our best for a day, the next\\nmorning we shall rise to a higher life; while if\\nwe give way to our passions and temptations\\nwe take with equal certainty a step downward\\ntoward a lower nature.\\nIt is an interesting illustration of the Unity\\nof Man and an encouragement to those of us\\nwho have no claims to genius, that, though of\\ncourse there have been exceptions, still on the\\nwhole, periods of progress have generally\\nbeen those when a nation has worked and felt\\ntogether; the advance has been due not en-\\ntirely to the efforts of a few great men, but\\nalso of a thousand little men not to a single\\ngenius, but to a national effort.\\nThink indeed, what might be.\\nAh! when shall all men s good\\nBe each man s rule, and -universal Peace\\nLie like a shaft of light across the land,\\nAnd like a lane of beams athwart the sea,\\nThro all the circle of the golden year.\\nOur life is surrounded with mystery, our\\nvery world is a speck in boundless space; and", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 269\\nnot only the period of our own individual life,\\nbut that of the whole human race is, as it were,\\nbut a moment in the eternity of time. We\\ncannot imagine any origin, nor foresee the\\nconclusion.\\nBut though we may not as yet perceive any\\nline of research which can give us a clew to\\nthe solution, in another sense we may hold\\nthat every addition to our knowledge is one\\nsmall step toward the great revelation.\\nProgress may be more slow or more rapid.\\nIt may come to others and not to us. It will\\nnot come to us if we do not strive to deserve it.\\nBut come it surely will.\\nYet one thing is there that ye shall not slay,\\nEven thought, that fire nor iron can affright.\\nThe future of man is full of hope, and who\\ncan foresee the limits of his destiny?", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "270 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nCHAPTER XIII.\\nTHE DESTINY OF MAN.\\nFor I reckon that the sufferings of this present time\\nare not worthy to be compared with the glory which\\nshall be revealed in us. Romans viii. 18.\\nBut though we have thus a sure and certain\\nhope of progress for the race, still, as far as\\nman is individually concerned, with advancing\\nyears we gradually care less and less for many\\nthings which gave us the greatest pleasure in\\nyouth. On the other hand, if our time has\\nbeen well used, if we have warmed both hands\\nwisely before the fire of life, we may gain\\neven more than we lose. If our strength be-\\ncomes less, we feel also the less necessity for\\nexertion. Hope is gradually replaced by mem-\\nory; and whether ihis adds to our happiness\\nor not depends on what our life has been.\\nThere are of course some lives which dimin-\\nish in value as old age advances, in which one\\npleasure fades after another, and even those\\nwhich remain gradually lose their zest; but\\nthere are others which gain in richness and\\npeace all, and more, than that of which time\\nrobs them.\\nThe pleasures of youth may excel in keen-\\nness and in zest, but they have at the best a\\ntinge of anxiety and unrest they cannot have", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 271\\nthe fullness and depth which may accompany\\nthe consolations of age, and are amongst the\\nrichest rewards of an unselfish life.\\nFor as with the close of the day. so with that\\nof life there may be clouds, and yet if the\\nhorizon is clear, the evening may be beautiful.\\nOld age has a rich store of memories, Life is\\nfull of\\nJoys too exquisite to last,\\nAnd yet more exquisite when past.\\nSwedenborg imagines that in heaven the\\nangels are advancing continually to the spring-\\ntime of their youth, so that those who have\\nlived longest are really the youngest and have\\nwe not all had friends who seem to fulfill this\\nidea? who are in reality that is in mind as\\nfresh as a child of whom it may be said with\\nmore truth than of Cleopatra that\\nAge cannot wither nor custom stale\\nTheir infinite variety.\\n4 When I consider old age, says Cicero, I\\nfind four causes why it is thought miserable\\none, that it calls us away from the transaction\\nof affairs; the second, that it renders the body\\nmore feeble the third, that it deprives us of\\nalmost all pleasures the fourth, that it is not\\nvery far from death. Of these causes let us\\nsee, if you please, how great and how reason-\\nable each of them is.\\nTo be released from the absorbing affairs of\\nlife, to feel that one has earned a claim to\\nleisure and repose, is surely in itself no evil.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "272 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nTo the second complaint against old age, I\\nhave already referred in speaking of Health.\\nThe third is that it has no passions. O\\nnoble privilege of age if indeed it takes from\\nus that which is in youth our greatest defect/\\nBut the higher feelings of our nature are not\\nnecessarily weakened; or rather, they may\\nbecome all the brighter, being purified from\\nthe grosser elements of our lower nature.\\nThen, indeed, it might be said that Man is\\nthe sun of the world more than the real sun.\\nThe fire of his wonderful heart is the only\\nlight and heat worth gauge or measure.\\nSingle/ says Manu, is each man born\\ninto the world; single he dies; single he re-\\nceives the reward of his good deeds and single\\nthe punishment of his sins. When he dies his\\nbody lies like a fallen tree upon the earth, but\\nhis virtue accompanies his soul. Wherefore\\nlet man harvest and garner virtue, that so he\\nmay have an inseparable companion in that\\ngloom which all must pass through, and which\\nit is so hard to traverse.\\nIs it not extraordinary that many men will\\ndeliberately take a road which they know is,\\nto say the least, not that of happiness. That\\nthey prefer to make others miserable, rather\\nthan themselves happy.\\nPlato, in the Phaedrus, explains this by de-\\nscribing Man as a Composite Being, havings\\nthree natures, and compares him to a pair of\\nwinged horses and a charioteer. Of the two\\nhorses one is noble and of noble origin, the\\nother ignoble and of ignoble origin and the", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 273\\ndriving, as might be expected, is no easy mat-\\nter. The noble steed endeavors to raise the\\nchariot, but the ignoble one struggles to drag\\nit down.\\nMan, says Shelley, is an instrument over\\nwhich a series of external and internal impres-\\nsions are driven, like the alternations of an\\never-changing wind over an -^Eolian lyre,\\nwhich move it by their motion to ever-\\nchanging melody.\\nCicero mentions the approach of death as the\\nfourth drawback of old age. To many minds\\nthe shadow of the end is ever present, like the\\ncoffin in the Egyptian feast, and overclouds all\\nthe sunshine of life. But ought we so to re-\\ngard death?\\nShelley s beautiful lines,\\nLife like a dome of many-colored glass\\nStains the white radiance of Eternity,\\nUntil death tramples it to fragments.\\ncontain, as it seems to me at least, a double\\nerror. Life need not stain the white radiance\\nof eternity; nor does death necessarily tram-\\nple it to fragments.\\nMan has, says Coleridge,\\nThree treasures,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 love and light\\nAnd calm thoughts, regular as infants* breath\\nAnd three firm friends, more sure than day and night,\\nHimself, his Maker, and the Angel Death.\\nDeath is the end of all, the remedy of many,\\nthe wish of divers men, deserving better of no\\nmen than of those to whom -she came before\\nshe was called.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "274 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nIt is often assumed that the journey to\\nThe undiscovered country from whose bourn\\nNo traveler returns,\\nmust be one of pain and suffering. But\\nthis is not so. Death is often peaceful and\\nalmost painless.\\nBede during his last illness was translating\\nSt. John s Gospel into Anglo-Saxon, and the\\nmorning of his death his secretary, observing\\nhis weakness, said, There remains now only\\none chapter, and it seems difficult to you to\\nspeak. It is easy, said Bede; take your\\npen and write as fast as you can. At the\\nclose of the chapter the scribe said, It is\\nfinished, to which he replied, Thou hast said\\nthe truth, consummatum est. He then divided\\nhis little property among the brethren, hav-\\ning done which he asked to be placed opposite\\nto the place where he usually prayed, said\\nGlory be to the Father, and to the Son, and\\nto the Holy Ghost, and as he pronounced\\nthe last word he expired.\\nGoethe died without any apparent suffering,\\nhaving just prepared himself to write, and ex-\\npressed his delight at the return of spring.\\nWe are told of Mozart s death that the un-\\nfinished requiem lay upon the bed, and his last\\nefforts were to imitate some peculiar instru-\\nmental effects, as he breathed out his life in\\nthe arms of his wife and their friend Suss-\\ntnaier.\\nPlato died in the act of writing; Lucan\\nwhile reciting part of his book on the war of", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 275\\nPharsalus; Blake died singing; Wagner in\\nsleep with his head on his wife s shoulder.\\nMany have passed away in their sleep. Vari-\\nous high medical authorities have expressed\\ntheir surprise that the dying seldom feel either\\ndismay or regret. And even those who perish\\nby violence, as for instance in battle, feel, it\\nis probable, but little suffering.\\nBut what of the future? There may be said\\nto be now two principal views. There are\\nsome who believe indeed in the immortality of\\nthe soul, but not of the individual soul: that\\nour life is continued in that of our children\\nwould seem, indeed, to be the natural deduction\\nfrom the simile of St. Paul, as that of the\\ngrain of wheat is carried on in the plant of the\\nfollowing year.\\nSo long, indeed, as happiness exists it is self-\\nish to dwell too much on our own share in it.\\nAdmit that the soul is immortal, but that in\\nthe future state of existence there is a break in\\nthe continuity of memory, that one does not\\nremember the present life, and from this\\npoint of view is not the importance of identity\\ninvolved in that of continuous memory? But\\nhowever this may be according to the general\\nview, the soul, though detached from the body,\\nwill retain its conscious identity, and will\\nawake from death, as it does from sleep so\\nthat if we cannot affirm that\\nMillions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth,\\nUnseen, both when we wake, And when we sleep/,\\nat any rate they exist somewhere else in space,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "276 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nand we are, indeed, looking at them when we\\ngaze at the stars, though to our eyes they are\\nas yet, invisible.\\nIn neither case, however, can death be re-\\ngarded as an evil. To wish that youth and\\nstrength were unaffected by time might be a\\ndifferent matter.\\n11 But if we are not destined to be immortal,\\nyet it is a desirable thing for a man to expire\\nat his fit time. For, as nature prescribes a\\nboundary to all other things, so does she also\\nto life. Now old age is the consummation of\\nlife, just as of a play: from the fatigue of\\nwhich we ought to escape, especially when\\nsatiety is superadded. 1\\nFrom this point of view, then, we need\\nWeep not for death,\\nTis but a fever stilled,\\nA pain suppressed, a fear at rest,\\nA solemn hope fulfilled.\\nThe moonshine on the slumbering deep\\nIs scarcely calmer. Wherefore weep?\\nWeep not for death!\\nThe fount of tears is sealed,\\nWho knows how bright the inward light\\nTo those closed eyes revealed?\\nWho knows what holy love may fill\\nThe heart that seems so cold and still?\\nMany a weary soul will have recurred with\\ncomfort to the thought that\\nA few more years shall roll,\\nA few more seasons come,\\nAnd we shall be with those that rest\\nAsleep within the tomb.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 277\\nA few more struggles here,\\nA few more partings o er,\\nA few more toils, a few more tears,\\nAnd we shall weep no more.\\nBy no one has this, however, been more\\n.grandly expressed than by Shelley.\\nPeace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep!\\nHe hath awakened from the dream of life.\\nTis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep\\nWith phantoms an -unprofitable strife,\\nHe has outsoared the shadows of our night.\\nEnvy and calumny, and hate and pain,\\nAnd that unrest which men miscall delight,\\nCan touch him not and torture not again.\\nFrom the contagion of the world s slow stain\\nHe is secure, and now can never mourn\\nA heart grown cold, a head grown gray, in vain\\nMost men, however, decline to believe that\\n1 We are such stuff\\nAs dreams are made of, and our little life\\nIs rounded with a sleep.\\nAccording to the more general view death\\nfrees the soul from the encumbrance of the\\nspirit, and summons us to the seat of judg-\\nment. In fact,\\nThere is no Death! What seems so is transition;\\nThis life of mortal breath\\nIs but a suburb of the life elysian,\\nWhose portal we call Death.\\nWe have bodies, u we are spirits. M I am a\\nsoul, said Epictetus, dragging about a\\ncorpse. The body is the- mere perishable\\nform of the immortal essence. Plato con-", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "278 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\neluded that if the ways of God are to be jus-\\ntified, there must be a future life.\\nTo the aged in either case death is a release.\\nThe Bible dwells most forcibly on the blessing\\nof peace. My peace I give unto you; not as\\nthe world giveth, give I unto you. Heaven,\\nis described as a place where the wicked cease\\nfrom troubling, and the weary are at rest.\\nBut I suppose every one must have asked\\nhimself in what can the pleasures of heaven\\nconsist.\\nFor all we know\\nOf what the blessed do above\\nIs that they sing, and that they love.\\nIt would indeed accord with few men s ideal\\nthat there should be any struggle for exist-\\nence in heaven. We should then be little\\nbetter off than we are now. This world is\\nvery beautiful, if we could only enjoy it in\\npeace. And yet mere passive existence mere\\nvegetation would in itself offer few attrac-\\ntions. It would indeed be almost intolerable.\\nAgain, the anxiety of change seems incon-\\nsistent with perfect happiness; and yet a weari-\\nsome, interminable monotony, the same thing\\nover and over again forever and ever without\\nrelief or variety, suggests dullness rather than\\nbliss.\\nI feel that to me, said Greg, God has prom-\\nised not the heaven of the ascetic temper or\\nthe dogmatic theologian, or of the subtle\\nmystic, or of the stern martyr ready alike to\\ninflict and bear; but a heaven of purified and\\npermanent affections of a book of knowledge", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 279\\nwith eternal leaves, and unbounded capacities\\nto read it of those we love ever round us,\\nnever misconceiving us, or being harassed by\\nus of glorious work to do, and adequate\\nfaculties to do it a world of solved problems,\\nas well as of realized ideals.\\nFor still the doubt came back, \u00e2\u0080\u0094Can God provide\\nFor the large heart of man what shall not pall,\\nNor through eternal ages endless tide\\nOn tired spirits fall?\\nThese make him say, If God has so arrayed\\nA fading world that quickly passes by,\\nSuch rich provision of delight has made\\nFor every human eye,\\nWhat shall the eyes that wait for him survey\\nWhen his own presence gloriously appears\\nIn worlds that were not founded for a day,\\nBut for eternal years?\\nHere Science seems to suggest a possible\\nanswer: the solution of problems which have\\npuzzled us here the acquisition of new ideas\\nthe unrolling the history of the past; the\\nworld of animals and plants; the secrets of\\nspace; the wonders of the stars and of the\\nregions beyond the stars. To become ac-\\nquainted with all the beautiful and interesting\\nspots of our own world would indeed be some-\\nthing to look forward to, and our world is but\\none of many millions. I sometimes wonder as\\nI look away to the stars at night whether it\\nwill ever be my privilege as a disembodied\\nspirit to visit and explore them. When we\\nhad made the great tour fresh interests would\\nhave arisen, and we might well begin again.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "280 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nHere there is an infinity of interest without\\nanxiety. So that at last the only doubt may be\\nLest an eternity should not suffice\\nTo take the measure and the breadth and height\\nOf what there is reserved in Paradise\\nIts ever-new delight.\\nCicero surely did not exaggerate when he\\nsaid, 4t O glorious day! when I shall depart to\\nthat divine company and assemblage of spirits,\\nand quit this troubled and polluted scene?\\nFor I shall go not only to those great men of\\nwhom I have spoken before, but also to my son\\nCato, than whom never was better man born,\\nnor more distinguished for pious affection;\\nwhose body was burned by me, whereas, on the\\ncontrary it was fitting that mine should be\\nburned by him. But his soul not deserting\\nme, but oft looking back no doubt, departed\\nto those regions whither it saw that I myself\\nwas destined to come. Which, though a dis-\\ntress to me, I seemed patiently to endure: not\\nthat I bore it with indifference, but I com-\\nforted myself with the recollection that the\\nseparation and distance between us would not\\ncontinue long. For these reasons, O Scipio\\n(since you said that you with Lselius wer\u00c2\u00a3\\naccustomed to wonder at this), old age is toler-\\nable to me, and not only not irksome, but even\\ndelightful. And if I am wrong in this, that I\\nbelieve the souls of men to be immortal, I\\nwillingly delude myself: nor do I desire that\\nthis mistake, in which I take pleasure, should\\nbe wrested from me as long as I live but if I,\\nwhen dead, shall have on consciousness, as", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 281\\nsome narrow-minded philosophers imagine, I\\ndo not fear lest dead philosophers should ridi-\\ncule this my delusion.\\nNor can I omit the striking passage in the\\nApology, when pleading before the people of\\nAthens, Socrates says, Let us reflect in\\nanother way, and we shall see that there is\\ngreat reason to hope that death is a good; for\\none of two things either death is a state of\\nnothingness and utter unconsciousness, or, as\\nmen say, there is a change and migration of\\nthe soul from this world to another. Now if\\nyou suppose that there is no consciousness, but\\na sleep like the sleep of him who is undisturbed\\neven by the sight of dreams, death will be an\\nunspeakable gain. For if a person were to\\nselect the night in which his sleep was undis-\\nturbed even by dreams, and were to compare\\nwith this the other days and nights of his life,\\nand then were to tell us how many days and\\nnights he had passed in the course of his life\\nbetter and more pleasantly than this one, I\\nthink that any man, I will not say a private\\nman, but even the great king will not find\\nmany such days or nights, when compared\\nwith the others. Now, if death is like this, I\\nsay that to die is gain; for eternity is then\\nonly a single night. But if death is the journeys\\nto another place, and there, as men say, all\\nthe dead are, what good, O my friends and\\njudges, can be greater than this?\\nIf, indeed, when the pilgrim arrives in the\\nworld below, he is delivered from the profes-\\nsors of justice in the world, and finds the true", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "282 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\njudges, who are said to give judgment there,\\nMinos, and Rhadamanthus, and ^Eacus, and\\nTriptolemus, and other sons of God who were\\nrighteous in their own life, that pilgrimage\\nwill be worth making. What would not a man\\ngive if he might converse with Orpheus, and\\nMusseus, and Hesoid, and Homer? Nay, if\\nthis be true, let me die again and again. I\\nmyself, too, shall have a wonderful interest\\nin there meeting and conversing with Palam-\\nedes, and Ajax the son of Telamon, and other\\nheroes of old, who have suffered death\\nthrough an unjust judgment; and there will\\nbe no small pleasure, as I think, in comparing\\nmy own sufferings with theirs. Above all, I\\nshall then be able to continue my search into\\ntrue and false knowledge; as in this world, so\\nalso in that; and I shall find out who is wise,\\nand who pretends to be wise, and is not. What\\nwould not a man give, O judges, to be able to\\nexamine the leader of the great Trojan expe-\\ndition or Odysseus or Sisyphus, or numberless\\nothers, men and women too! What infinite\\ndelight would there be in conversing with\\nthem and asking them questions. In another\\nworld they do not put a man to death for ask-\\ning questions; assuredly not. For besides\\nbeing happier in that world than in this, they\\nwill be immortal, if what is said be true.\\n4 Wherefore, O judges, be of good cheer\\nabout death, and know of a certainty that no\\nevil can happen to a good man, either in life\\nor after death. He and his are not neglected\\nby the gods; nor has my own approaching end", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "THE PLEASURES OF LIFE. 283\\nhappened by mere chance. But I see clearly\\nthat to die and be released was better for me\\nand therefore the oracle gave no sign. For\\nwhich reason, also, I am not angry with my\\ncondemners, or with my accusers; they have\\ndone me no harm although they did not mean\\nto do me any good; and for this I may gently\\nblame them. The hour of departure has\\narrived, and we go our ways I to die and you\\nto live. Which is better God only knows/\\nIn the Wisdom of Solomon we are promised\\nthat\\nThe souls of the righteous are in the hand\\nof God, and there shall no torment touch\\nthem.\\nIn the sight of the unwise they seemed to\\ndie; and their departure is taken for misery.\\nAnd their going from us to be utter de-\\nstruction; but they are in peace.\\nFor though they be punished in the sight\\nof men, yet is their hope full of immortality.\\nAnd having been a little chastised, they\\nshall be greatly rewarded: for God proved\\nthem, and found them worthy for himself/\\nAnd assuredly, if in the hour of death the\\nconscience is at peace, the mind need not be\\ntroubled. The future is full of doubt, indeed,\\nbut fuller still of hope.\\nIf we are entering upon a rest after the\\nStruggles of life,\\nWhere the wicked cease from troubling,\\nAnd the weary are at rest,\\nthat to many a weary soul will be a welcome\\nbourn, and even then we may say,", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "284 THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.\\nO Death! where is thy sting?\\nO Grave! where is thy victory?\\nOn the other hand, if we are entering on a\\nnew sphere of existence, where we may look\\nforward to meet not only those of whom we\\nhave heard so often, those whose works we\\nhave read and admired, and to whom we owe\\nso much, but those also whom we have loved\\nand lost; when we shall leave behind us the\\nbonds of the flesh and the limitations of our\\nearthly existence; when we shall join the\\nAngels, and Archangels, and all the company\\nof Heaven, then, indeed, we may cherish a\\nsure and certain hope that the interests and\\npleasures of this world are as nothing compared\\nto those of the life that awaits us in our Eternal\\nHome.\\nTHE END.", "height": "3551", "width": "2292", "jp2-path": "pleasuresoflife00aveb_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "W. 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Her great power lies in depict-\\ning human emotions and in handling that grandest of all passions\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094love\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she wields the pen of a master. The Saturday Record.\\nCUSTER AND OTHER POEMS. Handsomely illustrated.\\n12mo, cloth, $1.00. Presentation Edition white vellum,\\ngold top, $1.50. Presentation Edition\u00e2\u0080\u0094 half calf, gold\\ntop, $2.50.\\nA grand epic of the exploits and massacre of the immortal\\nCuster.\\nOne cannot help gaining new impetus for the spiritual exist-\\nence from coming in contact, mentally, with such ideal sentiments\\nand emotions as this rarely gifted poetess voices in magnificent\\nVerse. Universal Truth.\\nAN ERRING WOMAN S LOVE. 12mo, cloth, $1.00.\\nPresentation Edition white vellum, gold top, $1.50.\\nPresentation Edition half calf, gold top, $2.50.\\nPower and pathos characterize this magnificent poem. A\\ndeep understanding of life and an intense sympathy are beauti-\\nfully expressed. 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