Part 18 (2/2)
Soloetting away frouarantee of Holy Writ; moreover, it is fully borne out by the testimony of ancient history, sacred and profane, and by the tendency of the Greek and Roies
Examples here quoted in profusion
The fact of woman's pre-e of the apple, when Eve, being the more culpable, was justly burdened with the heavier penalty, naeneral way
On the other hand, Shakespear's estih And justly so, since his valuation is conclusively endorsed byvolume, frohtingale
No do you bring these two apparently conflicting facts into the har the Solomon-woman forward, and the Shakespear-wo the in says:
”My soul doth nify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God arded the low estate of His handenerations shall call me blessed”
This prophecy has not only a personal and specific fulfil to the speaker herself, but a transitive and general application, as referring to her sex at large There you have it
But no y of the work, to its opulence of carefully selected adjective, or to the involved rhetoric which seeht all your petty rules of syntax and prosody Still less can I i up of ancient exaht by fa toward the conclusion striven for, and the shakiest of therally, that essay conveyed the idea of twoits own moraine of facts toward a stated point of confluence--represented by a nificent postulate--where one section, at least, of the Universal Plan would attain fulfilment, and the Eternal Unities would be so far satisfied
There was soenius than an evidence of understanding, or, still less, of cleverness
Reh the punctuation was deplorable, every superb polysyllable was correctly spelled But as a enuity and industry, I haveterm of self-communion in the back country will never leave a man as it found him
Outside his daily avocation, he becomes a fool or a philosopher; and, in Rory's case, the latter seemed to have been superimposed on the former
At ten o'clock, I hunted hi-case, and on these I took a preliminary copy of A Plea for Wo sleepy, I took down one of four calico-covered books, which I had previously noticed on a corner shelf It was inal marks, in ink of three colours, neatly ordered, and as the sand by the sea-shore innumerable I put it back with the impression that no book had ever been better placed The next volume was a Bible, presented by the Reverend Miles Barton, MA, Rector of Tanderagee, County Arh, Ireland, to his beloved parishi+oner, Deborah Johnson, on the occasion of her departure for Melbourne, South Australia, June 16, 1875 The third book was a fairly good dictionary, appendixed by a copious glossary of the Greek and Roazine, May to October, 1865
Opening the latter book at rando the shores of the Great Australian Bight In another place was a contribution entitled 'A Gallery of American Presidents' The next item of interest was an account of the Massacre of Cawnpore And toward the end of the voluraph Expedition
Of course, there were thirty or forty other articles in the book, but they were ht be to Rory
Hopeless case! I thought, as I blew out the lamp and turned into my coe was backed by one spark of ht have half a ton of chosen literature to conorance merely dislocated
When I woke at sunrise, Rory was kindling the fire, with the inseparable Mary squatted beside hi on the kettle, he dressed the little girl, and helped her to wash her face By this tiht ht before
”Keep it till you learn to write, dear,” said I
”She ken write now,” remarked Rory, with subdued exultation ”Here, jewel,”
he continued, handing her a pencil from the mantelpiece--”write yer name nately on that paper, fur Misther Collins till see”
The child, tremulous with an ecstatic sense of responsibility, bent over her paper on the table for a full minute, then diffidently pushed it across toRo an extra angle--being, so to speak, a letter and a half
”Ye're wake in spellin', honey,” reot an exthry knuckle on it”
”It's right enough,” I interposed ”Could n't be better Now, Mary, I'll keep this paper, and show it to you again when you're a great scholar and a great poetess See if I don't”
The entrance of Mrs O'Halloran cut short this nonsense; and Rory went out to oats, accompanied, of course, by Mary
After breakfast, we took our bridles and went out tohere the five horses were feeding together, the inevitable child pattering along by Rory's side
”You have a lot to be thankful for,” I remarked