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The Adventures Of Don Pasquale.
THE ADVENTURES OF DON PASQUALE .
BY THE AUTHOB OP THE " OLD , OLD STOBY . " CHAPTER Xl'll . " Tlius the tale ended . "—LOXOPET . IOW .
I DO not exactly know how llory O'More made out that there was "lucKinodd numbers , " though his practical proof of the assertion was , as perhaps my readers may remember , as pleasurable as anything here well can be ; yet on the whole , I am not inclined to quarrel with his dogmatic declaration . Ancl it is just possible , moreover , I am disposed to think , that my readers may welcome this thirteenth chapter as tho conclusion of my truthful talethough it be an unlucky number as good old times declare
, , as much , as if 1 had prolonged it even to a fourteenth chapter . Ancl the truth must be fairly stated;—I have come to the close of the first part of Paesiello ' s autobiography as far in fact as for reasons of stale , as well as for private considerations , I think it safe or j . rudont now to communicate to tho sympathetic readers of the Masonic Magazine .
If ever I continue these veracious memoirs ; if ever I lift the veil which bangs over the " Kismet" of Pacsiello ; if at any time my sense of duty or decorum will permit mo to resume this eventful history , I shall have the greatest satisfaction in making my kind ancl forbearing audience au fait of the mysteries ancl marvels , the joys and sorrows , the trials and the temptations which surrounded the onward journey of our hero . But for obvious reasons , and on personal grounds , I think it better , more discreetnot prematurely to open out the "Aporreta" of his hopes and fearshis
, , struggles and his cares , his pleasures and his pains . Very few lives , after all , are worth " the telling , " and that is the reason that we have so many senseless biographies in the world , as for the most part we are A ery silly mortals indeed , our existence petty and jejune beyond description . As Horace Walpole puts it , if the " angels can smile , " how they must laugh at the inconsistencies and littleness , yesand tho absurdities of us all alike ! No exceptionmy masters : in this we
, , are all , be we who AVC may , true children of Adam and Eve , —faithful inheritors of the frailty of ihe one , and the weakness of the other ! It must be by this time evident even to the dullest of my readers , ( and what a lot of dull people one has to meet and deal with daily !) , that as far as the dramatis personce of our little "genteel comedy " are concerned , all is with them a parti prisf and that / the denotement approaches , which will close this short but authentic narrative .
Stanelli and Beehner soon recovered their normal health on the whole , despite their wounds , and returned to the wonted ways and habits of civilized life . For them their soldiers' duty was over , and unless , which was not likely , war should again throw into hostile camps the Austrian and the Italian armies , though they never forgot that they once had formed part of a goodly array , yet , henceforth , as we have said , theirs was the " civil line , " aud as peaceful , loyal citizens , they left the voice of camps for the sweetvoices of dear home companions .
I doubt very much whether any soldier ever forgets , in whatever subsequent vocation he may be found , that he once formed part of a gallant army . There is something so pleasant in the camaraderie of arms , something so cheery in tho memories of old clays , of drill and discipline , of pleasant mates , and kindly chums , —the active life , the buoyant emotions , ancl the vivid anticipations , to say nothing of the exhilarating blessings of health , youth , strength , that , go where we wiil , be what we may , we often recall
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Adventures Of Don Pasquale.
THE ADVENTURES OF DON PASQUALE .
BY THE AUTHOB OP THE " OLD , OLD STOBY . " CHAPTER Xl'll . " Tlius the tale ended . "—LOXOPET . IOW .
I DO not exactly know how llory O'More made out that there was "lucKinodd numbers , " though his practical proof of the assertion was , as perhaps my readers may remember , as pleasurable as anything here well can be ; yet on the whole , I am not inclined to quarrel with his dogmatic declaration . Ancl it is just possible , moreover , I am disposed to think , that my readers may welcome this thirteenth chapter as tho conclusion of my truthful talethough it be an unlucky number as good old times declare
, , as much , as if 1 had prolonged it even to a fourteenth chapter . Ancl the truth must be fairly stated;—I have come to the close of the first part of Paesiello ' s autobiography as far in fact as for reasons of stale , as well as for private considerations , I think it safe or j . rudont now to communicate to tho sympathetic readers of the Masonic Magazine .
If ever I continue these veracious memoirs ; if ever I lift the veil which bangs over the " Kismet" of Pacsiello ; if at any time my sense of duty or decorum will permit mo to resume this eventful history , I shall have the greatest satisfaction in making my kind ancl forbearing audience au fait of the mysteries ancl marvels , the joys and sorrows , the trials and the temptations which surrounded the onward journey of our hero . But for obvious reasons , and on personal grounds , I think it better , more discreetnot prematurely to open out the "Aporreta" of his hopes and fearshis
, , struggles and his cares , his pleasures and his pains . Very few lives , after all , are worth " the telling , " and that is the reason that we have so many senseless biographies in the world , as for the most part we are A ery silly mortals indeed , our existence petty and jejune beyond description . As Horace Walpole puts it , if the " angels can smile , " how they must laugh at the inconsistencies and littleness , yesand tho absurdities of us all alike ! No exceptionmy masters : in this we
, , are all , be we who AVC may , true children of Adam and Eve , —faithful inheritors of the frailty of ihe one , and the weakness of the other ! It must be by this time evident even to the dullest of my readers , ( and what a lot of dull people one has to meet and deal with daily !) , that as far as the dramatis personce of our little "genteel comedy " are concerned , all is with them a parti prisf and that / the denotement approaches , which will close this short but authentic narrative .
Stanelli and Beehner soon recovered their normal health on the whole , despite their wounds , and returned to the wonted ways and habits of civilized life . For them their soldiers' duty was over , and unless , which was not likely , war should again throw into hostile camps the Austrian and the Italian armies , though they never forgot that they once had formed part of a goodly array , yet , henceforth , as we have said , theirs was the " civil line , " aud as peaceful , loyal citizens , they left the voice of camps for the sweetvoices of dear home companions .
I doubt very much whether any soldier ever forgets , in whatever subsequent vocation he may be found , that he once formed part of a gallant army . There is something so pleasant in the camaraderie of arms , something so cheery in tho memories of old clays , of drill and discipline , of pleasant mates , and kindly chums , —the active life , the buoyant emotions , ancl the vivid anticipations , to say nothing of the exhilarating blessings of health , youth , strength , that , go where we wiil , be what we may , we often recall