Part 31 (1/2)

The Wo there, by o thy ways, die when thou wilt; for Maud Beaudesart comes----

”H a-a--a-a-a-a-a y!”

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, noherefore stop'st thou me?--For Maud Beaudesart comes o'er my memory as doth the raven o'er the infected house Get thee to a nunnery, Jim

The chalk-mark is on my door; for Mrs B has no less than three consecutive husbands in heaven--so potently has her wo people upward and on Methinks I perceive a new and sinister :--

Come away, come away, death; And in sad cypress let me be laid

Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair, cruel maid

Nicely put, no doubt; but the importance of a departure depends very much on the----

”Ha-a-a-a-a-a-ay!”

No appearance, your worshi+p Call for Enobarbus; he will not hear thee, or, from Caesar's camp, say 'I am none of thine'----On the value of the departed

For instance, when a man of property departs, he leaves his possessions behind--a fact noticed by many poets--and the man himself is replaced without cost When a well-salaried official departs--such as a Royal Falconer, or a Master of the Buckhounds, or an assistant-Sub-Inspector he perforce leaves his billet behind; and ish hie to whichever port he may be bound But when a philosopher departs in this unti----

”Ha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ay!”

And echo answers, 'Ha-a-a-a-ay!' Authoritybut a few rudimentary theories, of no use to anyone except the owner, inasmuch as no one else can develop them properly; just a few evanescent footprints on the sands of Tie and facilities for cohesion to ress All on the debit side of Civilisation's ledger, you observe Consequently, he doesn't long to leave these fading scenes, that glide so quickly by And when the poet holds it truth that her things, he is si it off in seclusion I understand how a -stone of his defunct superior officer to higher things; but his dead self--it won't do, Alfred; it won't do But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more, as if the clouds its echo would repeat----

”Ha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ay!”

Who is he whose grief bears such an enum quiver in sympathy? It may not be amiss to look round and see

So I turned hty yards away, a rey horse I rose, and advanced toward the bank

”Why, Mosey,” said I, ”is that you? How does your honour for this many a day?

Where are you caal Alf his carrion's on the road for Yoongoolee yards, horse an' all; an' froal pound if he ain't smart I met them just now”

”Where shall I find Alf?”

”Ain't his wagon bitin' you--there in the clear? You ain't a bad hand at sleepin'--no, I 'ared if you are I bin bellerin' at you for two hours, dash near”

”Who has got the bullocks, Mosey?”

”Ole Sollicker”

”Couldn't you get thelad to see theun to think after, thinks I, it 's a pity o' the poor racious for nothin'; an' p'r'aps a trip to Booligal pound on top of it; an' thear

I would n't len' hiue was stickin' out as long as yer aroin' to demean myself to tell him about his carrion, nyther; on'y I knowed your horses when I seen them; an' by-'n'-by I spotted you where you was layin' down, sleepin' fit to break yer neck; an' I bin hollerin' at you till I 'un to think you was drunk, or dead, or soive in bowdlerised forh a belt of lignuon The caely desolate and deserted appearance Three yokes lay around, with the bows and keys scattered about; and there was no sign of a caon lay a saddle and bridle, and beside the--probably the only thing on earth that had loved the glooreasy tarpaulin, and looked on the flooring of the wagon, partly covered with heavy coils of wool-rope, and the spare yokes and chains