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Our Holiday Jaunt.
we stumble upon . The writer of this little paper has travelled as much as most people , and he has always found this , that , except in very rare cases indeed , the troubles and worries travellers suffer are more or less imaginary , and can easily be borne or even avoided by pleasant and unfailing courtesy . Some good folks seem to revel
in difficulties and vexations ; to be ahvays unfortunate , ill-treated , and oppressed . In nine cases out of ten such disturbances of the situation spring from our great insular Aveakness , a forgetfulness that other people have ideas , tastes , and customs of their own , and that though English normal life , and views are very good for England , they do not always suit France or Belgium , Switzerland or Germany , Holland or Italy ; and that we must ahvays be on our guard against
that vulgar tendency to depreciate and ridicule everything foreign , all that does not exactly tally with our home ways and habits , our insular tastes and notions . We have to be " citizens of the world " if we wish to enjoy our holiday jaunt , especially abroad ; and if nothing will satisfy us but English food and English hours , if Ave are unsociable and
miserable because the dinners we eat , the language we hear , the life we lead , because all these things , I say , are different from our own at home in our " tight little island , " then , in the name of all that is sensible and reasonable , let us put by Baedeker and the Continental Bradshaw , our Murray and our travelling maps , and let us make no further or
longer expedition than that which will land us at Heme Bay or Richmond , Erith or Broadstairs , the Isle of Thanet , or the Isle of Dogs !
Fortuitous Thoughts.
FORTUITOUS THOUGHTS .
BY SAVARICES . A SILENT sunbeam stealing through the room , - ^ - * - Its presence piercing early morning gloom , With cheering comfort brightened up the flowers ,
And raised at once my meditative powers . Oh ! Avelcome beam of light irradiate , Whose warmth we love , whose quick'ning power is great ; A golden ray of heaven ' s celestial light , Or flash of angel-wings in heav ' nly flight ;
Art thou the " Breath of life " to Adam sent From Him who made the earth and firmament ?
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Our Holiday Jaunt.
we stumble upon . The writer of this little paper has travelled as much as most people , and he has always found this , that , except in very rare cases indeed , the troubles and worries travellers suffer are more or less imaginary , and can easily be borne or even avoided by pleasant and unfailing courtesy . Some good folks seem to revel
in difficulties and vexations ; to be ahvays unfortunate , ill-treated , and oppressed . In nine cases out of ten such disturbances of the situation spring from our great insular Aveakness , a forgetfulness that other people have ideas , tastes , and customs of their own , and that though English normal life , and views are very good for England , they do not always suit France or Belgium , Switzerland or Germany , Holland or Italy ; and that we must ahvays be on our guard against
that vulgar tendency to depreciate and ridicule everything foreign , all that does not exactly tally with our home ways and habits , our insular tastes and notions . We have to be " citizens of the world " if we wish to enjoy our holiday jaunt , especially abroad ; and if nothing will satisfy us but English food and English hours , if Ave are unsociable and
miserable because the dinners we eat , the language we hear , the life we lead , because all these things , I say , are different from our own at home in our " tight little island , " then , in the name of all that is sensible and reasonable , let us put by Baedeker and the Continental Bradshaw , our Murray and our travelling maps , and let us make no further or
longer expedition than that which will land us at Heme Bay or Richmond , Erith or Broadstairs , the Isle of Thanet , or the Isle of Dogs !
Fortuitous Thoughts.
FORTUITOUS THOUGHTS .
BY SAVARICES . A SILENT sunbeam stealing through the room , - ^ - * - Its presence piercing early morning gloom , With cheering comfort brightened up the flowers ,
And raised at once my meditative powers . Oh ! Avelcome beam of light irradiate , Whose warmth we love , whose quick'ning power is great ; A golden ray of heaven ' s celestial light , Or flash of angel-wings in heav ' nly flight ;
Art thou the " Breath of life " to Adam sent From Him who made the earth and firmament ?