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College Musings.
bring with them sorrow for the foibles of a being pronounced to be formed in the image of his Maker , but which , alas , is so oft debased b y " the lusts of the flesh , the desire of the eye , and the pride of life . " Singular , though true , oftentimes we detect ourselves musing over matters and occurrences that at the instant of their travail did not fix our attention ; yet subsequently , long after the fact , call forth a prodigious quantity of cogitation aud enquiry . Thus it is with myself , while ,
as it were , "inditing a good matter , " I sat down for the ostensible purpose , with the conceit of a tyro , of attaching a glowing title to a thing of tawdry tinsel . Forbear me , indulgent reader , I was positively about to perpetrate a diary , and had christened it The Meteor , though you may justly say , there is neither Christianity in the name nor the idea , unless "falling stars" are such , when , lo and behold , I have tumbled pell mell into a train of thoughts and inferences which are carrying me forward at a railway pace to a terminus of the cranium too remote , I imagined , in the realms of memory ever to be reached again , or buried , mayhap , with a profusion of other superannuated lumber stores , in the " chambers
of the mind , where thought dissolves into oblivious oxygen , or lies dormant seed in the womb of posterior conception . We have not yet quitted the temple where the money changers are sitting , and pigeons , like sucking doves , are sold or bartered . We are still in the Jews' quarter , be they Israelites or be they Christians . Names are sometimes different , but natures are mostly the same . " Let me see , " says yon greedy Leviathan , placing the first finger of his right hand to the side of his hookedhookeyor hooking nosewhichever the
, , , reader prefers , and significantly half closing his usurious right eye , fearing lest he may be out-Jewed in a Stock Exchange bargain , "let me see , eighty-seven and a half , " and while muttering thus to himself , he evidently appears puzzled how best to decide for his own advantage , a true type sui generis every where to be found , whether in Church or State .
Well-a-day ! Thus I go on scribbling , flitting from one idea to another ; puzzled _ what to alight upon next ; and like the phenomenon I proposed assuming as the title to my lucubrations , glimmering with a fitful radiancy through the misty elements of human character . * * * * For the last three days I imagine myself to have been the sport of the Fates , according to the Delphin classics . Those fabulous rulers of destiny were admirable scape-goats for human mistakes . The wise
ancients found them very useful in shifting off their own shoulders the responsibility of personal actions . Fates or no , I feel as if my spine were curving with the weight of three days ill luck at Frascati ' s , and I am beginning to moralise again , and look at the world through a medium diversified with the events of two months since I attained the age of reason—e . g . twenty-one . '
What a strange and rapid migration ! though done before the rage for iron rails came in , and inside the coupe of a French Diligence , hauled along by fourteen horses , at one stage positively . Near the gates of Abbeville I awoke out of a trance , in the middle of a bright moonlit night , and beheld men and horses in great commotion , dragging our huge ark , called , by the way , Hirondelle , out of a deep snow drift . However , here I am , like a meteor , with swift transmission , in Paristhat Grande ville—seated by a—I was going to commit myself to the
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College Musings.
bring with them sorrow for the foibles of a being pronounced to be formed in the image of his Maker , but which , alas , is so oft debased b y " the lusts of the flesh , the desire of the eye , and the pride of life . " Singular , though true , oftentimes we detect ourselves musing over matters and occurrences that at the instant of their travail did not fix our attention ; yet subsequently , long after the fact , call forth a prodigious quantity of cogitation aud enquiry . Thus it is with myself , while ,
as it were , "inditing a good matter , " I sat down for the ostensible purpose , with the conceit of a tyro , of attaching a glowing title to a thing of tawdry tinsel . Forbear me , indulgent reader , I was positively about to perpetrate a diary , and had christened it The Meteor , though you may justly say , there is neither Christianity in the name nor the idea , unless "falling stars" are such , when , lo and behold , I have tumbled pell mell into a train of thoughts and inferences which are carrying me forward at a railway pace to a terminus of the cranium too remote , I imagined , in the realms of memory ever to be reached again , or buried , mayhap , with a profusion of other superannuated lumber stores , in the " chambers
of the mind , where thought dissolves into oblivious oxygen , or lies dormant seed in the womb of posterior conception . We have not yet quitted the temple where the money changers are sitting , and pigeons , like sucking doves , are sold or bartered . We are still in the Jews' quarter , be they Israelites or be they Christians . Names are sometimes different , but natures are mostly the same . " Let me see , " says yon greedy Leviathan , placing the first finger of his right hand to the side of his hookedhookeyor hooking nosewhichever the
, , , reader prefers , and significantly half closing his usurious right eye , fearing lest he may be out-Jewed in a Stock Exchange bargain , "let me see , eighty-seven and a half , " and while muttering thus to himself , he evidently appears puzzled how best to decide for his own advantage , a true type sui generis every where to be found , whether in Church or State .
Well-a-day ! Thus I go on scribbling , flitting from one idea to another ; puzzled _ what to alight upon next ; and like the phenomenon I proposed assuming as the title to my lucubrations , glimmering with a fitful radiancy through the misty elements of human character . * * * * For the last three days I imagine myself to have been the sport of the Fates , according to the Delphin classics . Those fabulous rulers of destiny were admirable scape-goats for human mistakes . The wise
ancients found them very useful in shifting off their own shoulders the responsibility of personal actions . Fates or no , I feel as if my spine were curving with the weight of three days ill luck at Frascati ' s , and I am beginning to moralise again , and look at the world through a medium diversified with the events of two months since I attained the age of reason—e . g . twenty-one . '
What a strange and rapid migration ! though done before the rage for iron rails came in , and inside the coupe of a French Diligence , hauled along by fourteen horses , at one stage positively . Near the gates of Abbeville I awoke out of a trance , in the middle of a bright moonlit night , and beheld men and horses in great commotion , dragging our huge ark , called , by the way , Hirondelle , out of a deep snow drift . However , here I am , like a meteor , with swift transmission , in Paristhat Grande ville—seated by a—I was going to commit myself to the