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Little Jack Rag's "Day In The Country"."
even the inhabitants of neighbouring streets to look out of their doors and windows . And that was the beginning and the end of it—except the enacting the whole < dorious business over again in a dream , which doubtless was what young Jack Rag
and his comrades did that night as their weary heads pressed the bolster of something less than hayfield fragrance in the dreadful little stifling bedrooms of the alley . And I cannot think that absolutely the end of it was even then . Such a
genial spell of sunshine and happiness let in on poor little Jack ' s grimy existence can have no other than a salutary effect on him ; and when the reader is informed that from first to last the entire treat cost considerably less than half-a-crown a head ,
he cannot I think but agree with me that the eighth of a pound cannot well be more charitably invested . JAMES GREENWOOD .
Emblems Of Time.
EMBLEMS OF TIME .
THEY p ictured Time an old man grey , With channelled brow , and furrowed deep . Proceeding on his ceaseless way , Nor space to hault , nor time to sleep : Thus did the myths , in days of old , The wondrous tale of Time unfold . And if old Time they pictured now
, Yet older still he would have grown , With deeper furrows on his brow , For all the sorrows he has known : From first to last , whate ' er befall , Old Time has heard and seen it all . Those outspread wings to Time belong ,
Forced marches of his rapid flight ; He overtakes the young and strong , And then is gone , and out of sight : On and yet onward is his way , ^ ight unto night , and day by day . The fabled hour-glass in his hand
Tells of the years already flown ; The few remaining grains of sand Are numbered and shall soon be gone : Thus one by one our clays pass by , And one by one our moments fly .
Emblems Of Time.
The scythe and sickle putting forth , 'Mid blade and ear and corn full-grown , He reaps the harvest of the earth , The later and the early sown : The bud , the blossom , and the bloom , Are gathered to his harvest-home .
And lo , the forelock on his brow : Hear ye the lesson it doth speak—Once past , what speed can e ' er pursue Or , if pursuing , overtake ? Time slowly comes , 'tis quickly past ; Anticipate—and hold him fast !
Thou all-consuming conqueror 1 Thy children born , are born to die ; They live their brief and little hour , And thus fulfil their destiny : None of thy offspring long survive , Thou dost not suffer them to live .
Old Time , Old Time , fold thou thy wings ; ¦ Nor quickly come , nor quickly go ; Ye sands of Time , ye fleeting things , Why thus so swift your current flow 1 Thy mowing scythe and sickle sheathe ; Postpone to reap the field of Death !
Old Time , Old Time , come slowly on , No nearer let thy chariot roll , Until the well-spent day is done , . And ripe and ready is my soul : Oh , let me grasp that forelock now , The fabled forelock on thy brow !
Then let thy wing be wide outspread ; Then hold the hour-glass in thy hand Then with thy sickle reap the dead , And gather them from sea and land—From far and near , abroad , at home : The Harvest of the Earth has come !
Contemporary Letters On The French Revolution
CONTEMPORARY LETTERS ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
Paris , June 25 th , 1790 . THE affairs of this country have taken within these few days a turn as unexpected as extraordinary . The Party de la Fayette have been defeated in the Assembly , though joined by all the force of the Aristocrates .
On the treatment of the suppressed and existing clergy , Himself , Thouret ( the future Garde des Sceaux ) , Ohapelier , and all the friends of Mirabeau , spoke in be-
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Little Jack Rag's "Day In The Country"."
even the inhabitants of neighbouring streets to look out of their doors and windows . And that was the beginning and the end of it—except the enacting the whole < dorious business over again in a dream , which doubtless was what young Jack Rag
and his comrades did that night as their weary heads pressed the bolster of something less than hayfield fragrance in the dreadful little stifling bedrooms of the alley . And I cannot think that absolutely the end of it was even then . Such a
genial spell of sunshine and happiness let in on poor little Jack ' s grimy existence can have no other than a salutary effect on him ; and when the reader is informed that from first to last the entire treat cost considerably less than half-a-crown a head ,
he cannot I think but agree with me that the eighth of a pound cannot well be more charitably invested . JAMES GREENWOOD .
Emblems Of Time.
EMBLEMS OF TIME .
THEY p ictured Time an old man grey , With channelled brow , and furrowed deep . Proceeding on his ceaseless way , Nor space to hault , nor time to sleep : Thus did the myths , in days of old , The wondrous tale of Time unfold . And if old Time they pictured now
, Yet older still he would have grown , With deeper furrows on his brow , For all the sorrows he has known : From first to last , whate ' er befall , Old Time has heard and seen it all . Those outspread wings to Time belong ,
Forced marches of his rapid flight ; He overtakes the young and strong , And then is gone , and out of sight : On and yet onward is his way , ^ ight unto night , and day by day . The fabled hour-glass in his hand
Tells of the years already flown ; The few remaining grains of sand Are numbered and shall soon be gone : Thus one by one our clays pass by , And one by one our moments fly .
Emblems Of Time.
The scythe and sickle putting forth , 'Mid blade and ear and corn full-grown , He reaps the harvest of the earth , The later and the early sown : The bud , the blossom , and the bloom , Are gathered to his harvest-home .
And lo , the forelock on his brow : Hear ye the lesson it doth speak—Once past , what speed can e ' er pursue Or , if pursuing , overtake ? Time slowly comes , 'tis quickly past ; Anticipate—and hold him fast !
Thou all-consuming conqueror 1 Thy children born , are born to die ; They live their brief and little hour , And thus fulfil their destiny : None of thy offspring long survive , Thou dost not suffer them to live .
Old Time , Old Time , fold thou thy wings ; ¦ Nor quickly come , nor quickly go ; Ye sands of Time , ye fleeting things , Why thus so swift your current flow 1 Thy mowing scythe and sickle sheathe ; Postpone to reap the field of Death !
Old Time , Old Time , come slowly on , No nearer let thy chariot roll , Until the well-spent day is done , . And ripe and ready is my soul : Oh , let me grasp that forelock now , The fabled forelock on thy brow !
Then let thy wing be wide outspread ; Then hold the hour-glass in thy hand Then with thy sickle reap the dead , And gather them from sea and land—From far and near , abroad , at home : The Harvest of the Earth has come !
Contemporary Letters On The French Revolution
CONTEMPORARY LETTERS ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
Paris , June 25 th , 1790 . THE affairs of this country have taken within these few days a turn as unexpected as extraordinary . The Party de la Fayette have been defeated in the Assembly , though joined by all the force of the Aristocrates .
On the treatment of the suppressed and existing clergy , Himself , Thouret ( the future Garde des Sceaux ) , Ohapelier , and all the friends of Mirabeau , spoke in be-