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| [...]ent of hyperbole be called respectable. But there is a grim, fakeer-like pleasure in any renunciation[...], fatally governed by an inveterate truthfulness, is wayward enough to overbear all hope of loc[...] |
| SUCH IS LIFE |
| CHAPTER I UNEMPLOYED at last! Scientifically, such a contingency can never have befallen of itself.[...]on, however narrow and feeble, across the path of such fellow- pilgrims as have led lives more sedentary[...]phs which he virtually forces me to write; and he is hereby invited to view his own feather on[...] |
| [...]afford to the observant reader a fair picture of Life, as that engaging problem has presented itself to[...]shut my eyes while I open the book at random. It is the week beginning with Sunday, the 9th of[...] |
| [...]the ceremony of a Bedouin introduction — (This is my friend, N or M; if he steals anything, I will[...]ina—I shall describe the group, severally, with such succinctness as may be compatible with my somewha[...]as poets feign, nearer to heaven than in maturer life. And, wide as Riverina is, we often encountered fortuitously, and were alwa[...]; strong, lithe, graceful, and not too big—just such a man as your novelist would picture as the nurse[...], as I plainly stated at the outset, incapable of such romancing, I must register Dixon as one wh[...] |
| [...]e height of this table; he was Old Price then; he is Old Price still; and he will probably be Old Price when my head is dredged with the white flour of a blameless life, and I am pottering about with a stick, ha[...] |
| [...]“1 forgit what the (irrelevant expletive) that is.” “The true secret of England's greatness li[...]th a similar potency of adjective. “Well, this is about the last place God made,” growled[...] |
| ought to be able to tell us where the safest grass is, considering he's had a load in from the station.[...]ll you what I come over for, Alf: They say things is middlin' hot here on Runnymede; an' we're in a (s[...]t what to do with our frames to-night. Our wagons is over there on the other track, among the p[...] |
| [...]les farther still; whilst a perisher on the plain is seldom hard to find in a bad season, when the country is stocked for good seasons. Runnymede home s[...] |
| [...]of professional etiquette and his extreme thrift, is neither admired nor caressed by the somewhat sele[...]rand-looking beast, that black one the half-caste is riding.” “By Jove, yes,” replied Willoughb[...]ring to the discussion we had this morning—that is the class of horse we mount in our light cavalry.[...]eaded galoot, riding the bag of bones beside him, is what you would call excellent war-material?” I[...]ollins,” replied the whaler. “Nature produces such men expressly for rank and file; and I sho[...] |
| sort o' swap. Now this mare's a Patriarch, she is; and you might n't think it. I won this here sadd[...]might n't think it to look at her jist now. Fact is, boss, she wants a week or a fortnit spell. Could[...]lithe, active lad of eighteen—had joined us. “Is it swappin' ye want wi' decent men? Sure thon poo[...]e, being three agin wan. A b'lee some o!' me ribs is bruk.” “T'm sorry to hear that,” sa[...] |
| [...]match fur Dolly this menny's the day. How oul’ is she, sur?” “Six, this spring.” “Ay-that[...]l ketch, an' as quite as ye plaze.” “How old is he, Mr. M'Nab?” “He must be purty oul', he's[...]don't want till git red iv the baste, sich as he is,” replied M'Nab resentfully. “But A want thon[...]istaner thing nor lavin' a man on his feet, so it is.” “See anything wrong with the horse,[...] |
| [...]d in reply. “Divil a wan o' me knows. Mebbe he is, begog. Sure A hed n't him long enough fur till f[...]onour to my heart. “Och, now, lave this! Boot! isis just what you see. You may as well tell me what's[...]ight. There! I've swore it.” “Well, the mare is as good as gold,” I reiterated. “She's one am[...]ap; my excuses are—first, that, having made few such good bargains during the days of my vanity, the memory is a pleasant one; and, second, that the hors[...] |
| [...]'ell. It's got to come. No matter how tight rails is shouldered, they'll spring some; an' if ev[...] |
| [...]e-tenths of the squatters do, and this Montgomery is one of the nine. You're a bit sarcastic. How long is it since you were one of the cheekiest grass-stea[...]'ve a choice between two dirty transactions—one is, to let the bullocks starve, and the other is to steal grass for them. For my own part, I'm sic[...]frying-pan into the fire. Wonder if any allowance is made for bullock drivers?—or are they supposed to be able to make enough money to retire into some decent life before they die? Well, thank God for one g[...] |
| [...]halfa slant. I notice, the more swellisher a man is, the more miserabler he is about a bite o' grass for a team, or a fee[...] |
| [...]n't keep your eyes open,” retorted Thompson. “Is n't it well known that a grog-seller's money never gets to his children? Is n't it well known that if you mislead a woman, a[...]ient to your parents, something'll happen to you? Is n't it well known that Sabbath-breaking brings a[...]n do. Mark my words.” “The Jackdaw of Rheims is a case in point,” remarked Willoughby aside to[...], I dunno what the (complicated expletive) a cuss is! I'll get a blanket fer to lay on,” he a[...] |
| [...]the cube root—or the square of the hypotenuse, is it? I forget the exact term, but no matter[...] |
| they don't prove there's a curse on me, then there's no such thing as proof in this world.” Price cleared h[...]hand. ‘Friend,’ said the student quietly, ‘is that thine own hare or a wig?’ The joke,[...] |
| [...]t in regard o' health, but she was disfigured for life; she had to wear a crape veil down to her mouth.[...]h in my mind to-night.” “And the poor girl—is she still at home?” asked Thompson. “[...] |
| [...]im. As a general rule, the more uncivilised a man is, till you come right down to the level of the blackfellow, the better bushman he is; but I must say this of Thingamybob, that he come[...]in the march of conversation—“Who the (sheol) is this Thingamybob—bar sells?” “T wish someb[...], and the hundreds of natural diseases that flesh is subject to, as the poet says.” “Lis'n that ([...]id overhearing the conversation which sprang into life the moment my back was turned ---- “My[...] |
| [...]th an axe. Then start him at any civilised work—such as splicing a loop on a wool rope, or maki[...] |
| [...]memory elicited a half-suppressed sigh. “There is nothing unreasonable in that phenomenon,” remar[...]her the reverse. Probably the person you speak of is a gentleman. Now, the man who is a gentleman by birth and culture—by which I mea[...]ity, but has graduated, so to speak, in society—such a one has every advantage in any conceivable situ[...]ur Australian aristocracy. How do you account for such a man being reduced to solicit the demd pa[...] |
| [...]rke was dotin'’. Wants a youngfeller, with some life in him, for to boss a expegition; an' on top o' B[...]nt for it, no road.” “Another singular thing is that you'll never read a word against him,” add[...]get into print.” “De mortuis nil nisi bonum is an excellent maxim, Thompson,” remarked Willoughby. “Tt is that,” retorted Mosey. “Divil a fear but they'll nicely bone anythin' in the shape o' credit. Toffs is no slouches at barrickin' for theyre own push. An[...]e country that Burke was over, and heard all that is to be known of the expedition. And Bob's a man th[...]r gets down here into civilisation .” “There is |
| “Your allusion to Athens is singularly happy,” replied the whaler; “but y[...]' it was touch-an'-go another time. But the place is worth a bit o' risk.” “No; both times[...] |
| [...]n? I find, Thompson, that the tariff of your wool is exactly sevenpence half-penny per ton per mile. Y[...]h day's journey,” sighed Thompson. ----“that is two pounds ten. Now,—all things considered—an[...]one pound, appears to me by no means ruinous. It is not to be mentioned in comparison with oth[...] |
| [...]'s mind like a wet melon-seed. [Yet the solution is simple. The up-country man is decidedly openhanded; he will submit to crushing[...]circlesiin a word, the smallest of his many sins is parsimony. But the penal suggestiveness of trespa[...]t's my (adj.) religion.” “So far as dummying is concerned.” said I; “no one except the[...] |
| [...]t; and in all probability they're gone to heaven. Such is life, boys.” “Anyhow, they ain't goin’ to troub[...]r,” rejoined Mosey complacently. “Theyre toes is turned up. Lis'n!—that's the sound I like to he[...]rations in his capacious first stomach. “Grass isis ever so safe.” Then I disposed my possum rug a[...]he evening with a series of gestes and apothegms, such as must not tarnish these pages—Willoughby occa[...]ervice with a fescennine anecdote, beginning, 'It is related that, on one occasion, the late Ma[...] |
| [...]r himself under normal conditions of back-country life. Urbane address, faultless syntax, even that good[...]or the pioneer, in vocations which have been the life-work of the latter. O, the wearisome nonsense of this kind which is remorselessly thrust upon a docile public! And wh[...]reasonable than its antithesis. Without doubt, it is easier to acquire gentlemanly deportment than axe[...]of Art, viewed in conjunction with the brevis of Life, makes it at least reasonable that when a man has[...]involve corresponding penalties. Human ignorance is, after all, more variable in character than in extent. Each sphere of life, each occupation, is burdened with its own special brand of this unhap[...]. To remove one small section of inborn ignorance is a life-work for any man. ‘Ignorance, madam, pure ignor[...]is definition). Ignorance, reader, pure ignorance is what debars you from conversing fluently a[...] |
| [...]nty years of age, to polish his own boots, yet he is now, mentally and physically, a man fit for anyth[...]ning. Remember, however, that our present subject is not the ‘gentleman’ of actual life. He is an unknown and elusive quantity, merging insensib[...], and in all degrees of definiteness. Our subject is that insult to common sense, that childish slap i[...]of service and self- sacrifice, in which he that is chief shall be servant, and he that is greatest of all, servant of all. And it is surely time to notice the threepenny braggadocio[...]s pure as grace, as infinite as man may undergo—is carefully contradistinguished from the ‘[...] |
| helpless potterer; he may be a man of spotless life, able and honest; but he must on no account be a[...]s, a workman amongst workmen. The ‘gentleman’ is not necessarily gentle; but he is necessarily genteel. Etymology is not at fault here; gentility, and gentility alone, is the qualification of the ‘gentleman.’ No doubt it is very nice to see a ‘gentleman’ who, when drun[...]t will someone suggest a more pitiable sight than suchis to settle down thankfully into the innocent occup[...]ged father of any amateur elocutionist whose name is Norval on the Grampian Hills. Of such reduced ‘gentlemen’ it is often said that their education becomes their curse. Here is another little subterfuge. This is one of those taking expressions which are repeate[...]pie till they seem to acquire axiomatic force. It is such men's ignorance—their technical ignorance—that is their curse. Education of any kind never was, and never can be, a curse to its possessor; it is a curse only to the person whose interest lies in[...]sessor. Erudition, even in the humblest sphere of life, is the sweetest solace, the unfailing refuge, of the[...]well enough to make a living by it, his education is simply outclassed, overborne, and crushed by his[...]and acquaintances. When the twofold excellence of such ambidexters is not stultified by selfishness, you have in them a[...]heir Creator might pronounce the judgment that it is very good. Move heaven and earth, then, to multiply that ideal by the number of the population. The thing is, at least, theoretically possible; for it is in no way necessary that the manual worker should[...]t from his rightful heirship of all the ages. Nor is it any more necessary that the social aris[...] |
| [...]should hold Virtual monopoly of the elegancies of life. But the commonplace ‘gentleman’ of fiction[...]oung. In time to come, no doubt, the amenities of life will appearifor you have some magnificent privat[...]ut workibusinessiand so forth. Cultivated leisure is a thing practically unknown. However, the country is merely passing through a necessary phase of devel[...]a hundred-fold. Now, if the State would carry out such a systemiby Heaven! Collins, you would soo[...] |
| “Victoria, I know, is called the Cabbage Garden,” rejoined Willoughby[...]toria, you can form no conception of what England is. Among the upper middle classes—to which I belonged—the money-making proclivity is held in very low esteem, I assure you. Our solicitude is to make ourselves mutually agreeable; and the natural result isis the secret of it.” “Beg parding,” interpos[...]gittin' over it. Good idear, ain't it?” “It is a good idea,” I replied. “I'm glad you laid m[...]el the change very acutely.” “T do. But what is the use of grumbling? Ver non semper viret. No doubt you are surprised to see me in my present position. It is owing, in the first place, to a curious combinati[...]f Ireland. Independently of the title, our family is many centuries older than the other. We spell our[...]lineage. ----“without the final ‘e.’ There is a manifest breach of trust in creation of[...] |
| [...]should be no new creations to supply the place of such titles as might lapse through extinction of families.” “And is there no remedy for this?” I asked. “None wh[...]a fair start,” I suggested. “Pardon me—it is impossible for you to enter into the feelings of[...]of a gentleman. As a casual illustration of what is amusingly, though somewhat provokingly, ignored h[...]ame funds. However, to proceed with a story which is, perhaps, not without interest. I left Mel[...] |
| [...]of'en heard o' the (adj.) stuff. What the (sheol) is it used in?” “In commerce, principally, Mose[...]s he a very old man?” “No; the old gentleman is his father—Thomas Winterbottom—hale, sturdy o[...]lds any Government situation. His private fortune is fully sufficient for all demands of even good soc[...]ill be your man.” “Very likely. An invalid—is he not? Something wrong with his lungs?” |
| [...]kness half-veiled the sordid accessories of daily life below. Yet I noticed that the hammock under the r[...]I heard the distant patter of a galloping horse. Such a sound at such a time is ominous to duffing bullock drivers; so, as[...] |
| [...]n't see twenty yards. But I say—Mrs. Beaudesart is sorting out her own old wedding toggery; s[...] |
| [...]since this day week; and his greatest pleasure in life is prowling round when he ought to be asleep.” |
| [...]arked something incongruous in Bum's ownership of such a piece of furniture. But being always, I trust,[...]t ketch me havin' nothin' wrong o' me when things is”---- “No, begad! no you don't!—take[...] |
| according to the old”---- Then such a cataract of obscenity and invective from Price[...]except when the latter offers him food. But there is always some penalty attached to the posses[...] |
| [...]lives depended on it—which, to tell the truth, is not much of an exag--- - Hello! where's Da[...] |
| [...]n to be coming on foot from that direction. There is a limit to the dignified sufficiency eve[...] |
| [...]so's he can't budge if it was to save his (adj.) life.” Willoughby, with the yoke on his shoulder, a[...]gone. Eve's curse on Cain, in Byron's fine drama, is mere balderdash to what followed on Dixon's part.[...]well-meant efforts on your behalf—as, begad! it is now the only consideration which restrains”—[...]nsense, Dixon,” said I pleasantly; “the horse is not annoying you. Ah! Willoughby; Ne ultra[...] |
| [...]ed and mutually considerate friends on the track. Such is life. Thompson and Cooper, now ready for the road, we[...]rlyle, “thou wert condemned to be hangedi which is probably less than thou deservestithou wou[...] |
| [...], on'y for bein' too busy doin' nothing. Laziness is catchin'. That's why I hate a lot 0' felle[...] |
| [...]worth shed on a Friday; Thompson, untrammelled by such superstition, contended that the misadventure was[...]d himself on the ground beside the tucker-box. “Is this Martin?”—for the man on the grey[...] |
| [...]our friends'll like you the better, as the sayin' is,” said Cooper, handing him a pannikin.[...] |
| [...]hree ton of dynamite for Broken Hill. Do you know is it gone yet?” “Not when I left,” re[...] |
| [...]roximate percentage of happiness, virtue, &c., in Life. But whilst writing the annotations on Sept. 9th[...]s to the impossibility of getting the dialogue of such dramatis personae into anything like printable fo[...]a snip and away. This will prospect the gutter of Life (gutter is good) at different points; in other words, it wil[...]and the no less judicious writer; for the former is thereby tacitly warned against any expectation of[...]secured against disappointment, whilst the latter is relieved from the (to him) impossible task[...] |
| [...]n abrupt change of soil, though the uniform level is maintained. Here you enter upon a region present[...]r. Which goes to show that regularity of rainfall is not ensured by copious growth of timber.[...] |
| [...]d a tank without any trouble. (Remember that this is a recital of what happened long before the[...] |
| [...]water than we can, though they make better use of such faculties as they possess. I have tested t[...] |
| [...]exhaustively, time after time; and this instance is cited, not controversially, but because it has to[...]nickname,” replied Andrews. “His proper name is Rory O'Halloran.’ “Rory O'Halloran!” I rep[...]is own inoffensive way; and she leads him a dog's life. One kid. Likely you knew him on Moogoojin[...] |
| [...]s conversation he employed the Armagh accent with such slavish fidelity as to make it evident th[...] |
| [...]erely for the sake of information, but because it is a question which affects the moral health of our[...]round the globe, and tainted a young nation. It is no question of doctrine. There is a greater difference between the |
| [...]become Irish in the second generation. The reason is plain. Devil-worship—the cult of Fear—was the[...]Ireland during the 18th century, and indeed there is not much to be known. An Irish Parliament, consis[...], legislated as men do when the personal equation is allowed to pass unchecked. Meanwhile the agent collected such rents as he could get, with an occasional[...] |
| [...]to the union and prosperity of Ireland.’ That is part of a resolution carried with only two dissen[...]ors of those hostile creeds got drunk together in such amity. This is a historical fact which cannot be too often repea[...]cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.’ But the Volunteers[...] |
| [...]turally appealed to the highest sentiments (which is saying extremely little) of a Protestant half-pop[...], though not the most flagrant in modern history, is undeniably the vilest. 'Who,' asks Job, 'can bring a clean thing out of an unclean?’ And his answer is superfluous. A fixed resolution to avoid the ver[...]f these irrelevancies, to confuse the main issue, is not to be wondered at, seeing that Orangeism itself is based, in a large, general way, on the Bib[...] |
| [...]to a Royal grant as its source; the authority for such grant being the Papal bull aforesaid, and the val[...]on the Pope's temporal power. Now, the Orangeman is prepared to die in his last hiding-place in vindi[...]sh domination, that rests on the Papal bull, that is warranted by the Pope's temporal power, that lay[...]. To be sure, provided a title be safe, its value is not affected though it may have emanated f[...] |
| [...]had absolutely no money, nor was I likely to have such a thing in my possession till the forty-ac[...] |
| [...]ould satisfy his moral requirements. Drastic, but such is life. I had a letter from him a month afterwar[...] |
| [...].” “Perturbation,” I suggested. “How far is his hut from here?” “Twelve mile. Let[...] |
| [...]left, in the direction of Lindsay's paddock. It is not in our cities or townships, it is not in our agricultural or mining areas, that the[...]ins full consciousness of his own nationality; it is in places like this, and as clearly here as at th[...]To me this wayward diversity of spontaneous plant life bespeaks an unconfined, ungauged potentiality of[...]y and exuberance, yet sheltering little of animal life beyond half-specialised and belated types, anachr[...]savage. Faithfully and lovingly interpreted, what is the latent meaning of it all? Our virgin[...] |
| [...]to the ever-living Present. The mind retires from such speculation, unsatisfied but impressed. Gravely[...]lawful solicitude and imperative responsibility—is exempt from many a bane of territorial rather than racial impress. She is committed to no usages of petrified injustice; she is clogged by no fealty to shadowy idols, enshrined by Ignorance, and upheld by misplaced homage alone; she is cursed by no memories of fanaticism and persecution; she is innocent of hereditary national jealousy, and fre[...]ast, though glozed beyond all semblance of truth, is a clinging heritage of canonised ignorance, bruta[...]y not be justly held accursed. For though history is a thing that never repeats itself—since[...] |
| [...]armin' in Victoria,” he replied. “An' Collins is a purty common name, so it is; an' A did n't hear yer Chris'n name at all at al[...]of variety to the thirteen preceding years of my life, I yielded myself to the lulling influence of his[...]t interminably on the statistics of the station—such as the percentage of lambs for each year s[...] |
| [...]'65; and he dwelt on that epoch-marking work with such minuteness of detail, and such confident mastery of names, dates, and so forth,[...]odest reticence on other subjects of interest. It is a morally upsetting thing, for instance, to disco[...]ees of the British Peerage, has spent most of his life as a clerk in the Heralds' College. But I[...] |
| [...]he activity of the wood-heap. To everything there is a time and a season; and the tactical moment for weary approach to a dwelling is just when fades the glimmering landscape on the s[...]ark what followed, for, like Falstaff's story, it is worth the marking. {Each undertaking, great or s[...]tiny—at least, as far as the Ghost's commission is concerned, and this covers the whole drama. He is master and umpire of his circumstances, so that w[...]istance. But subsequent to that point of time, he is no longer the arbiter of his own situation, but r[...]es have become so lopsided that practically there is only one course open. The initial exercise of jud[...]conscious of his own impotence, to where the rest is silence. The turning-point is where Hamlet engages the Players to enact the Mur[...]d enclose all the secondary alternatives of after life. A minor-alternative may exhaust itself in one mi[...]he world in which he lives. The major-alternative islife is concerned—to the dominion of what we cal[...] |
| [...]decision which fixed his fate, recognising it as such an alternative. Thus:— Put out the light, and[...]st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is the Promethean heat That can thy light relume. W[...]It needs must wither. Also he perceives that it is a major-alternative which confronts him; and he c[...]eeding atrocities which mark his career as king. Such momentous alternatives are simply the voluntary r[...]r there's a Divinity that afterwards shapes them, is a question which each inquirer may decide for him[...]. And that the spontaneous sway of this Influence is toward harmony—toward the smoothing of obstacle[...]xiom that “Nature reverts to the norm,” there is a recognition of this restorative tendency; and the religious aspect of the same truth is expressed in the proverb that “God is Love.” For the grass will grow where Attila's horse has trod, while that objectionable Hun himself is represented by a barrow-load of useful fertiliser[...]at this always comes about by law of Cause (which is Human Free-will) and Effect (which is Destiny)}—never by sporadic intervention. Yet a[...]ixed issue of present effect from foregone cause; such cause having been perpetually directed and[...] |
| [...]ntive. He tosses a shekel. “Head—I go and see life; tail—I stay at home. Head it is.” The alternative is accepted; whereupon Destiny puts in her spoke, bringing such vicissitudes as are inevitable on the initial opt[...]—lI crawl back home; dry—I see it out. Wet it is.” So he goes, to meet the ring, and the robe, a[...]given him a welcome. But the earlier alternative is following him up, for the farm is gone! The old man himself cannot undo the effect[...]n allegorical form. The misty expanse of Futurity is radiated with divergent lines of rigid steel; and[...]p or down the way of your own choosing. But there is no stopping or turning back; and until you have passed the current section there is no divergence, except by voluntary catastrophe. Another junction flashes into sight, and again your choice is made; negligently enough, perhaps, but still with[...]seems a mere trifle; but, in reality, the switch is that wizard-wand which brings into evidence such corollaries of life as felicity or misery, peace or tribulation, hono[...]one except the anchorite lives to himself; and he is merely a person who evades his responsibil[...] |
| [...]a self- sufficient lord of creation, whose house is thatched when his hat is on, you have become one of a Committee of Ways an[...]r adopts the alternative which appears to promise such a line, but Its previsions are more often wrong than right; and, in such cases, the irresistible momentum of the Destiny c[...]ng a line of the greatest conceivable resistance. Is n't history a mere record of blundering option, f[...]ng alternative, the “least resistance” theory is gratuitously sound; beyond that, it is misleading. However, all this must be taken as re[...]eopatra at liberty. “And the way that the place is kept reflects the very highest credit upo[...] |
| [...]can grow the right sort of children here! How old is the little girl?” My custom is to ask a mother the age of her child, and then ex[...]th the expression of a man whose cup of happiness is wastefully running over. I had leisure to observ[...]specially marks the highest type of a race which is not only non-Celtic but non-Aryan. |
| It is not the Celtic element that makes the Irish peopl[...]mpulsive love, yet a broken reed to lean upon. It is not the Celt who has made Irish history an unexam[...]f devotion and treachery. The Celt, though fiery, is shrewd, sensible, and practical. It has been truly said that Western Britain is more Celtic than Eastern Ireland. But the whole Anglo-Celtic mixture is a thing of yesterday. Before the eagle of the Te[...]ligious rites. Yet, relatively, this antique race is of last week only. For, away beyond the Celt, pal[...]nt origin and physical characteristics. And there is little doubt that, forced westward by Celtic inva[...]ore capable of organisation, that immemorial race is represented by the true Irish of to- day. The bla[...]olonisations during countless generations. “God is eternal,” says a fine French apothegm, “but man is very old.” And very new. Mary O'Halloran was p[...]nature made the bush vocal with pure gladness of life; endowed each tree with sympathy, responde[...] |
| [...]ended here; quite the reverse, for if true family life existed, we should better apprehend the meaning o[...]spontaneous echo of her husband's popularity, it is a sure sign that she has explored the profound depths of masculine worthlessness; and there is no known antidote to this fatal enlightenm[...] |
| [...]the worthy woman. “An! it's little hopes there is iv hur, consitherin' the way she's rairt. Did ive[...]Brave old Rory! Never does erratic man appear to such advantage as when his own intuitive moral[...] |
| [...]eaded, A Plea for Woman . “My word, Rory, this is great!” said I, after reading the first long pa[...]your credit. And if ever I go into print—which is most unlikely—lI'll refer to this essay in such a way as to whet public curiosity to a feather ed[...]omon and Shakespear. Solomon's estimate of woman is shockingly low; and there is no getting away from the truth of it. His baneful evidence has the guarantee of Holy Writ; moreover, it is fully borne out by the testimony of ancien[...] |
| The fact of woman's pre-eminent wickedness in ancient times is traceable to the eating of the apple, when Eve, b[...]On the other hand, Shakespear's estimate of woman is high. And justly so, since his valuation is conclusively endorsed by modern history. Examples[...]tion, and so finding the moment of transition. It is where the Virgin says: “My soul doth ma[...] |
| [...]chosen literature to come and go on. And here he is, with his pristine ignorance merely disloc[...] |
| [...], he would command attention. However, one theory is that it was on the lost continent of Atlantis; an[...]sted, but I think the one which meets most favour is the Isle of Kishm, in the Straits of Ormuz, at th[...]hat, Tammas, iv ye plaze.” I briefly rehearsed such relevant information as I possessed, whilst Rory[...]hered up proofs, an' proofs, an' proofs—How far is |
| [...]r more idays that ye could help me with. Wan iday is about divils. A take this fur a foundation: There[...]done in the wurrld that men 'on't do; an' divils is marcifully put in the flesh an' blood fur till do them sins. ‘Wan iv you is a divil,’ says the Saviour (blessed be His Name[...]er wan be wan. It's a mysthery, Tammas.” “It is indeed.” Whilst replying, I was constrai[...] |
| [...]ed till the man wi' the sandy blight, barr'n this is nat the road till Ivanhoe.” “My word, Rory,[...]are fur me till nat see him, consitherin' me eyes is iverywhere when A'm ridin' the boundhry.” “B[...]on it.” “Which pine, Tammas?” “There it is, straight ahead—the biggest of the three that y[...]ce it's a different colour?” “Deed ay, so it is. A wouldn't be onaisy, Tammas; it's har'ly likely[...]l homely and peaceful in the silent sunshine. But such is life, and such is death. |
| [...]can. I'll ride back, and see Mr. Spanker. How far is it to where that swag is on the fence?” “About—well, about seven mi[...]ons of my diary-record; but the rest of the story is soon told. Mr. Spanker, as a Justice of Pe[...] |
| [...]ailureiafter breaking the record of the district. Such is life. |
| [...]e have undeniably been, the 9th of November, '83, is one of those which I feel least satisfaction in r[...]r reasons which will too soon become manifest, it is expedient to conceal the exact locality of[...] |
| [...]we might suggest that mens sand in corpora 311110 is not an infallible rule. Late in the evening the m[...]und Mr. Hi's homestead. The trackers aver that he is accorpanied by a large kaugaroo dog. It is a matter of congratulation that he has so far fai[...]ing topic pronounced his opinion that the lunatic is no other than the late escapee from Beechw[...] |
| [...]pularity would be a sufficient safeguard against such barbarous incendiarism, but of a truth there are[...]orary sanctum, inviting them to come on with what is left of their clueithough at the same time keepin[...]V----, a boundary rider on B---- Station, N.S.W., is one of my very oldest acquaintances. Away back in[...]ng vouchsafed to him. His fidelity to B7 Station is like that which ought to distinguish somebody's w[...]but no matter. The mere ownership of the property is a matter of perfect indifference to Charley. When the place changes hands, he is valued and sold as part of the working pla[...] |
| [...]e hut, three or four miles north from the Murray, is the very headquarters of hospitality. He has some[...]out (without interest or security) though his pay is only fifteen shillings a week—with ten, ten, two, and a quarter—and he is anything but a miser. Many people would like a leaf out of his book. It is my privilege to be able to furnish this, though i[...]g received the information in confidence. Here it is: In a bend, on the north bank of the Murray, a few miles from Charley's hut, is a tract, about a hundred acres in extent, of fine[...]t spot, no horse would ever try to get away. This is all the information I feel justified in giving.[...]ure of a swagman approaching from the west—that is, coming up the river. I kept the glass in[...] |
| [...]of established efficiency in ethical emergencies such as this. Then laying the pipe, so to speak, on th[...]flight into regions of the Larger Morality. This is its hobby—caught, probably, from some society o[...]ame a kind of storage-battery, or accumulator, of such truths as ministers of the Gospel cannot afford to preach. Ah! (moralised the pipe) the man who spends his life in actual hardship seldom causes a trumpet to be blown before him. He is generally, by heredity or by the dispensation of Providence, an ornament to the lower walks of life; therefore his plea, genuine if ungrammatical, is heard only at second-hand, in a fragmentary and garbled form. Little wonder, then, that such a plea is received with felicitous self-gratulation, or pas[...]n fitly teach, and which he, the experienced one, is usually precluded from teaching by his inability[...]ughts that glow, and words that burn, albeit with such sulphurous fumes that, when uttered in a p[...] |
| [...]thographical inability, or Irish pride—the half is never told; therefore, as a rule, the reading public is acquainted only with sketchy and fallacious pictu[...]bitter the hardship, the more unmixed and cordial is the ignominy lavished by the elect upon the sufferer—always provided the latter is one of the non-elect, and more particularly if he is a swagman. Yet this futureless person is the man who pioneers all industries; who discover[...]ck in the effort to hold his shoulders together—is the certainty that in six months he will scrape a[...]ortably on the more temperate stratum beneath; he is the man who, with some incoherent protest and bec[...]namely, the Business Man. The successful pioneer is the man who never spared others; the forgotten pioneer is the man who never spared himself, but, being a fo[...]o live in, and omitted to gather moss. The former is the early bird; the latter is the early worm. Like Rosalind's typical traveller[...]r always brown and wrinkled, and generally dirty. Life is too short to admit of repeated blunders in the nu[...]ey, and, like him, had not where to lay his head, is gone, according to His own parable, into a[...] |
| we can ever know, is by His own authority represented for all time by[...]which prompts a persecuted animal to preserve its life for further persecutionisuch a person, I say, can[...]of the person most concerned. In a word, poverty is, in the eyes of the orthodox Christian, a hell in[...]great institution of poverty (ruminated the pipe) is too often referred to in this large, loose way. T[...]its two opposite extremes of moral quality. There is a voluntary poverty, which is certainly the least base situation you can occupy whilst you crawl between heaven and earth, and which is not so rare as your sordid disposition might lead you to imagine. There is also a compulsory poverty, shading down from disc[...]xical as it may appear, the contented sub-variety is the opposing pole to voluntary poverty. The discontented sub-variety is the perpetual troubler of the world, by reason of[...]lls entirely short. Compulsory- contented poverty is utterly, irredeemably despicable, and, by necessi[...]asphemousinot because its style of glorifying God is to place His conceded image exactly at the[...] |
| [...]istorted loyalty staining our old, sad earth with life-blood of opposing loyalty, while each side fights[...]—in view of all these things, I cannot think it is anything worse than a locally-seated and curable[...]atical axiom. And this special brand of ignorance is even more rampant amongst those educated asses wh[...]circle of Time, the briefness of a centenarian's life; and yet the giddiest pitch of human effrontery d[...]gh changing cycles till some transcendent purpose is fulfilled. The “love of equality”—th[...] |
| [...]inherit, that sad rear-guard whose besetting sin is poverty. Yet John Knox's wildest travesty of eter[...]n class and class: on one side, the redemption of life, education, refinement, leisure, comfort; on the[...]eary myriads. Your conception of heavenly justice is found in the concession of equal spiritual birthr[...]dividual worthlessness or deliberate refusal. Why isis done in heaven,” she tacitly countenances widen[...]undane perdition of poverty's thousand penalties. Is God's will so done in heaven? While the Church te[...]ce than falsehood; better no religion at all—if such lack be possible—than one which concedes equal[...]what was purely local and contemporaneous, there is not one count in the long impeachment of t[...] |
| [...]of Court-moths and professional assassins, but it is no longer the cross of Christ. Eighteen-and-a-hal[...]ed down. And whilst the world's most urgent need is a mission of sternest counsel and warning, from t[...], she has reason to complain that the working man is too rational to imbibe her teachings on the bless[...]the Kingdom of God fades into a myth. Yet there is nothing Utopian (pleaded the pipe) in the charter of that kingdom—in the sunshiny Sermon on the Mount. It is no fanciful conception of an intangible order of things, but a practical, workable code of daily life, adapted to any stage of civilisation, and delive[...]nal Idea, the outcome of that inimitable teaching is merely the consummation of prophetic forec[...] |
| [...]veness takes counsel against the revolution which is to make all things new. And shall this opposition[...]y, bribery, and forceiprevail till the fatal line is once more passed, and you await the Titus sword t[...]not. For a revolt undreamt of by your forefathers is in progress nowia revolt of enlightenment against[...]eous literature (continued the pipe thoughtfully) is our surest register of advance or retrogression;[...]nt in all publications of more than a century ago is a tacit acceptance of irresponsible lordsh[...] |
| [...]is unpleasantness (concluded the infatuated pipe) is called in the Hebrew tongue, Armageddon.[...] |
| is acute; the former, chronic. “Coming from Moama[...]much chance of a man makin' a rise the way things is now. Dunno what the country's comin' to. I don't[...]keeters; an’ there was no more danger nor there is with this fire o' yours. Called me everyth[...] |
| [...]“You're right. It's half the battle. Wust of it is, you can't stick to a mate when you got him. I wa[...]ns's boots when Tom ketches him. Scotch chap, Tom is. Well, after bin had like this, we went out on th[...]of Joe Collins. To a student of nominology, this is a most unhappy combination. Joseph denotes sneaking hypocrisy, whilst Collins is a guarantee of probity. Fancy the Broad Arrow |
| [...]I on'y got a sort 0' rough idear where this mill is; an' there ain't many people this side 0' the river to inquire off of; an' my eyes isis as easy as falling off a playful moke. Such is life.” The longer I smoked, the more charmed I was[...]brought forth out of his treasury. For philosophy is no warrant against destitution, as biography amply vouches. Neither is tireless industry, nor mechanical skill, nor arti[...]shrewdest; and not even then, if a person's mana is off. Neither is the saintliest piety any safeguard. If the[...] |
| [...]you a column of these emirs' names. And if there is one impudent interpolation in the Bible, it is to be found in the last chapter of that ancient B[...]a laceration that nothing but death could heal. Is there any rich man who cannot imagine a combinati[...]o before this day week; and my view of the matter is, that if | become not the bridge as well as anoth[...]moment, or be dragged down by another. And this is as it ought to be. Justice is done, and the sky does not fall. For, from a high[...]intention and human ideal. Vicissitude of fortune is the very hand of “the Eternal, not ourselves, t[...]an knows when his own turn may come. But all this is strictly conditional. Collective humanity holds[...]ed in colours that never fade. The kingdom of God is within us; our all-embracing duty is to give it form and effect, a local habita[...] |
| [...]ne of mutual injury and ignominy. Eternal Justice is in no hurry for recognition, but flesh and blood will assuredly tire before that principle tires. It is precisely in relation to the palingenesis of Humanity that, to the unseen Will, one day is said to be as a thousand years, and a thousand ye[...]rejudice, nor darkened by ignorance; but the work is man's alone, and its period rests with man. My r[...]guest. (Of course, my object in recording it here is simply to kill time; for, to speak like a[...] |
| [...]one of the most useless beings I ever knew (which is saying a lot). Some men, by their very aspect, se[...]rateful to him. He could converse with a Bench in such terms of respectful camaraderie, yet with such suggestiveness of an Old Guard in reserve,[...] |
| [...]cisms on the weather, I had by this time obtained such ascendency over the meddlesome and querulous part[...]at fact, namely, that the course of each person's life is directed by his ever-recurring option, or electio[...]my determination; for a perfectly-balanced engine is more likely to go wandering off a straight line t[...]hat the tree was ong root, 1 merely mean to imply such importance in that portion of its substance that[...]ttached than as a tree with a root attached. This is the aspect it still retains in my mind. |
| [...]aight reach of the river. Now, though the Murray is the most crooked river on earth, its general tendency is directly from east to west. Would n't you, theref[...]reason of having neither scrip nor mammon—under such circumstances, I say, would n't you be very likel[...]o find out which way the river ought to run? That is what I did. It never occurred to my mind that Vic[...]equire no reminder; and to those who have not had such experience, no illustration could convey a[...] |
| [...]d a fire to avail themselves of the smoke, but it is quite a usual thing to see some experienced old s[...]future, restored that equilibrium of temper which is the aim of my life; and I felt cheerful enough as I welcomed[...] |
| [...]“I always thought you were too honourable to do such a thing, Harry,” remarked the other. “Well, now you find your mistake. But this is not a question of honour; it's a question of duty[...]duty. On you go, Jerry, and let's get home. This is painful to a cove of my temperament.” During t[...]ked Harry innocently. “Look here: the agreement is that each of you is to give me a kiss, of her own good will. I[...] |
| [...]that a brave man battling with the storms of fate is a sight worthy the admiration of the gods,[...] |
| [...]his. If you have never been bushed, your immunity is by no means an evidence of your cleverness, but rather a proof that your experience of the wilderness is small. If you have been bushed, you will remember[...]It has always been my strong impression that this is very much like the revelation which follows death—that is, if conscious individuality be preserved; a thing[...]econd, or a million centuries, may intervene—it is as certain as anything can be, that, to most of u[...]ds will shine as with the glory of God? This much is certain: that all private wealth, beyond s[...] |
| [...]you skimmed over in that unteachable spirit which is the primary element of ignorance—namely, those[...]was a thousand to one against striking my camp on such a night. Of course, I might have groped my way to[...]of dilemmas like mine, you would understand that such a thing was not to be thought of. I preferred dea[...]he horse. “Hold the reins, sweetest.” “Who is it?” asked the damsel, with apprehension[...] |
| [...]-n-n, ehn-n-n!” Sweetest was in tears. “This is ridiculous!” I exclaimed. “Come on, Archie; I[...]his once, and I'll be like a slave the rest of my life.” “Well, mind you don't forget when the frig[...]poor beggar has something on his mind, whoever he is; but he'll have to pay the penalty of his dignity[...]Archie started off at a trot; “for the dignity is like that of Pompey's statue, ‘th' auste[...] |
| [...]agonist suddenly gave tongue. During an eventful lifeis to set the wild echoes flying; whereas, m[...] |
| never met with in actual life; but by this time I heard the clatter of horses'[...]so long refused to accept rebuff. With ----, man is whole as the marble, founded as the rock, as broa[...]the casing air. Without ----, unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. The----standard is the Labarum of modern civilisation. By thi[...] |
| [...]entirely for his dignity upon a pair of —. But such is life. Approaching the house, I judged by the style of[...]tame by Fortune's blows,” I replied humbly. “Is the boss at home?” “Yes!” she excla[...] |
| [...]etry to the most trifling colloquialism. “There is no darkness but ignorance,” says the pleasantes[...]ness; nay, the more resolute and conscientious he is, the more certainly will he stub his big toe on a[...]to spread with precisely the rapidity of thought, is tardy enough, owing solely to lack of receptivity[...]medium, namely, the human subject. But—and here is the old-man fact of the ages—Light is inherently dynamic, not static; active, not passive: aggressive, not defensive. Therefore, as twice one is two, the momentum of Light, having overbor[...] |
| [...]itself into sunshine yet. Meantime, happy insect is he whose luminosity dispels a modicum of the gene[...]iation pressing on his mind. Ignorance again; but such is life. It was about three-quarters of a mile fr[...] |
| [...]ut myself can ever know. But the one foible of my life is amiability; and, from the first, I had no intenti[...]ound the whole thing a dream. The dream expedient is the mere romancist's transparent shift—and he is fortunate in always having one at command,[...] |
| [...]k intersected by the drain was bare fallow—that is, land ploughed in readiness for the next year's s[...]ny truth in Touchstone's statement, that “there is much virtue in an 'if'.” Nice customs curtsey[...]hen it suits his comfort. When his royal pleasure is to emulate the lilies of the field, he simply goe[...]this favour they must come at last. Howevers that is their business. My own Royal master can st[...] |
| [...]woven wind” of Dacca. Let me repeat, then, that such a flimsy thing is entirely out of my line, and would have be[...] |
| [...]fficult to express in words. Loyalty to something is an ingredient in our moral constitution; and the[...]bid will be our devotion to the symbol. Any badge is good enough to adore, provided the worship[...] |
| [...]Now, with insignia, as with everything else, it is deprivation only that gives a true sense of value[...]ghtly viewed, 1 say, that double-barrelled ensign is the proudest gonfalon ever kissed by wanton zephy[...]d points of mighty opposites: the old straw-stack is the baser nature; the mighty opposites are[...] |
| [...]ip the other person's ankles, and hang on till he is dead—dead—dead—and the Lord has mercy on his soul. It is as unreasonable to despise M. de Melbourne[...] |
| [...]enced similar relief. Relief! did I say? The word is much too light for the bore of the matter. There is a story—bearing the unmistakable earmark of a l[...]he Union Jack! That's all. The purpose of the lie is to convey the impression that it is a grand thing to be covered by the flag of[...] |
| [...]residence of Mr. Q----. A man loses no time when such a dog as Pup is at stake. It could n't have been later than half[...]you, ma'am,” said I affably. “Sultry weather is n't it? I'm looking for a big blue kangaro[...] |
| [...]se for not having given my name at first. My name is Collins—of the New South Wales Civil Service. I[...]ant to ask you how you come to imply that the dog is here? ‘Information received’ was your stateme[...],” I replied sharply, and withal truthfully. “Is my dog here, Mr. Q ----? If he is, I'll take him, and go. I don't want to be[...] |
| [...]little brief authority, so far as I remember But is |
| [...]my faculties together, for ne'er had Alpine's son such need. “T've made a study of law, myself, Mr. Q[...]ee with me that a successful criminal prosecution is a Pyrrhic victory at best. At worst—that is, if you fail to prove your case; and, mind you, i[...]pect any mercy from him. When you think your case is complete, you find the little hitch, the l[...] |
| [...]“One of the obstacles in a position like mine is the thing you just implied, Mr. Connellan,” res[...]centive in reserve, I think you said? Pardon me—is it a sufficient one?” “Tt don't take much in[...],’ says Machiavelli. What profit would it be to such a scoundrel to do you an injury, Mr. Q----?” “The propertied classes is at the mercy of the thriftless classes,” he rem[...]e her to give you the dog. And a very fine dog he is.” “Thank you, Mr. Q----. Good day.”[...] |
| [...]iful in the thought that respectability, at best, is merely poised—never hard home; and that our cla[...]lishly. “He's a big pup.” “His proper name is ‘The Eton Boy’,” replied the wretch[...] |
| [...]able.” “Very. I wonder would there have been such a thing as a broken bottle anywhere about the sta[...]ct that the action of the solar rays, focussed by such a medium as I have suggested, will produce ignition—provided, of course, that the inflammable material is in the angle of refraction.” “T don't know,[...]n. Nor are we confined to this supposition. Silex is an element which enters largely into the composition of wheaten straw; and it is worthy of remark that, in most cases where fire is purposely generated by the agency of therm[...] |
| some form of silex is enlisted—flint, for instance, or the silicious covering of endogenous plants, such as bamboo, and so forth. A theory might be built[...]desart came down on me like a thousand of bricks. Such is life. But my difficulties were over for the ti[...] |
| [...]d probably connected with buried treasure. Yet it is only the abstract and brief chronicle of a fair a[...]rning, an idle mid-day, and a stirring afternoon. Life is largely composed of such uneventful days; and these are therefore most worthy of careful analysis. How easy it is to recall the scene! The Lachlan river, filled by[...]ce of Mondunbarra and Avondale crosses the plain, is seen a fair example of the mirage—that phenomen[...]ere repetition has made it familiar. But there it is; no smoky-looking film on the plain, no shimmerin[...]unreal water than in the real fence. The mirage is one of Nature's obscure and cheerless jokes; and in this instance, as in some few others, she is beyond Art. She even assists the illusion[...] |
| [...]sheet of water, miles in extent, though this last is rare. A hot day is not an imperative condition of the true mirage; b[...]must be clear, and the ground thoroughly dry. It is worthy of notice that horses and cattle are entir[...]ew of the general perversity of inanimate things, is, that you never see a mirage when you are watchin[...]os off his comrade's face, and shivering them off such parts of his own body as possessed the requisite[...]may fancy the present annalist lyingior, as lying is an ill phrase, and peculiarly inapplicable just h[...]tawny-haired tigress with slumbrous dark eyes. No such romance for the annalist, poor man. Such, then, was my benevolent and creditable allotment, such my unworthy vagary, at the time this recor[...] |
| [...]ifeculty or to recieve instructions from me which is not practicacable on account of me being in the o[...]call rest, and soldiers, fatigue; whilst studying such problems as might present themselves for s[...] |
| transitoriness and uncertainty of life did occur to me, as it has done to thinkers and n[...]modity. The unfortunate young fellow, I thought, is a confirmed invalid, sure enough. A trip round th[...]he other hand, it may not; and, if he returns, it is to be hoped that kind hands will soothe his pillo[...]back yard, and everything comfortable. Ah, me! it is the thought of the dove---- “Ha-a-a-ay!””[...]ecote. And something tells me that Jim Quarterman is not likely to forget a certain cavalier wh[...] |
| [...]house. Get thee to a nunnery, Jim. The chalk-mark is on my door; for Mrs. B. has no less than three co[...]ia fact noticed by many poetsiand the man himself is replaced without cost. When a well-salaried official departsi such as a Royal Falconer, or a Master of the Bu[...] |
| [...]-stones of their dead selves to higher things, he is simply talking when he ought to be sleeping it of[...]ld repeat.---- “Ha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ay!” Who is he whose grief bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow makes the ver[...]ed toward the bank. “Why, Mosey,” said I, “is that you? How does your honour for this ma[...] |
| [...]e jigger, for the heat was still suffocating. “Is there anything more I can do for you just[...] |
| [...]r people are satisfied, I'm sure J am.” “Who is she?” I thought; and I was just lapsing into my[...]ing more for me than I would do for you. What day is this?” “Sunday, December the ninth.” He pondered awhile. “I've lost count of the days. What time is it?” “Between one and two, I should think. My watch is at the bottom of the Murray.” “Aftern[...] |
| [...]said he, with a quivering groan; “the other arm is just the same, and so are my knees and ankles; an[...]lins. Now I only ask one favour of you—and that is to get out of my sight.” “T'll be back in tw[...]m, ought never to go out of sight of a bridge. He is the sort of adventurer that is brought to light, a week afterward, per medium of[...]plan of all—though no hero of romance could do such a thing—is to hang on to the horse's tail. Also, never wait[...]that your mount can swim. Many a man has lost his life through the helpless floundering of a hors[...] |
| [...]ht of the man acted on my moral nature as vinegar is erroneously supposed to act on nitre. I reined-up[...]less damaged state; at other times, the Immovable is scattered to the four winds of heaven in t[...] |
| [...]ding to look at me. “Do you know what day this is?” I inquired magisterially. “Zabbath,[...] |
| symbol, Jn Bl). “Hordehs is hordehs,” he argued, as the good arrow-p[...] |
| [...]tion of a direct- action, single-cylinder purpose is a contract not to be taken by any of your mushroo[...]ggedly. “I give it up. I can't find words. This is not a personal favour. It's an evidence of the pr[...]re breed—Just look at that dog! How did you get such a dog as that? Bred him yourself, I suppos[...] |
| [...]at a butterfly on a stem of lignum—sent it with such accurate calculation of the distance of hi[...] |
| [...]m Antony so largely in result that the comparison is seriously disturbed. There was no more spr[...] |
| [...]out two hundred and fifty words, mostly obscene—is placed at a grave disadvantage when confronted by[...]singular feature in Pain-killer, that the more it is diluted, the more unspeakably nauseous and suffoc[...]Sit down an' rest your weary bones, as the sayin' is. I shoved the kettle on when I seen you co[...] |
| [...]e little fellow, ma'am,” I remarked. “How old is he?” “He was two years an' seven months on l[...]nglory. “No, no,” said I petulantly. “What is his age, really and truly?” “Jist what I tol[...]going to have a race of people in these provinces suchis by this time well aware. The boundary rider shoo[...]ht. We are the merest tyros in Ethnology. Nothing is easier than to build Nankin palaces of porcelain[...]Trollope, or Froude, or Francis Adams—and that is exactly none. Deductive reasoning of this kind is seldom safe. Who, for instance, could have[...] |
| [...]and bearing. Where are your theories now? Atavism is inadmissible; and fright is the thinnest and most unscientific subterfuge extant. The coming Australian is a problem. Mrs. Vivian overwhelmed me with instr[...]eam to check the inconvenient flow of the solder, is technically and appropriately termed a ‘tinker's dam.’ It is the conceivable minimum of commercial value). Th[...]f one of our most valuable antiphlogistics, which is precisely what you require, as the trouble is distinctly anthrodymic. You'll be right in[...] |
| [...]don't notice my sight failing yet, but my hearing is all deranged. I hear your voice through a ringing[...]ould I come back, to begin it all again? How long is it since you left me?” “From four to five ho[...]heartlessness; and I thank Him that my punishment is over at last. There! Listen! No, it's nothing. Bu[...]away. “Did you ever make a terrible mistake in life, Collins?” he asked, at length. Before I[...] |
| [...]em in. There are queer things done when every man is a law unto himself.” “Supposition, Alf; and[...]intending, poor man! to spend the evening of his life indulging his hobby of chemistry, while I took th[...]ve you ever noticed that the prodigal son of real life, in nineteen cases out of twenty, speaks spontane[...]ers his mother than an eight-year-old horse? This is cruel beyond measure, and unjust beyond comment; but, sad to say, it is true; and the platitudinous tract-liar, for the s[...]only think of one whose mother's unseen presence is a power, and her memory a holy beacon, shi[...] |
| [...]I replied. “But, Alf, this taxing of your mind is about as good for you just now as footballing or[...]st and the very lowest classes? Unless you handle such questions in a scientific spirit, you'll f[...] |
| [...]de-blinds the mind into a narrow fanaticism which is apt to condone ten times as much wrong as it cond[...]ge, low in everything. She may not have been what is called a bad woman, but—that miserable want of[...]est-looking rat, that ever breathed the breath of life. Our hero took no further notice of him th[...] |
| [...]rving to himself enough to start him in a line of life that he could follow without the annoyance of bei[...]h remittance, and answer, as briefly as possible, such questions as he chose to ask. She humbly assented[...]efell other men in his line of work; and he found life worth living for the sake of hating and despising[...]ass the matter over quietly, for fear of scandal. Is either of these right? One course must be right,[...]of Iachimo's immunity from retribution, Posthumus is afterward represented as disarming and sparing hi[...]to Imogen alone. Nothing but the sacrifice of her life will satisfy him. On the eve of the same b[...] |
| [...]the handkerchief supposed to be stained with her life-blood. Very well. Now Troilus in Troilus and Cressida, is a man very much resembling Posthumus in temperame[...]co-respondent. Now let us glance at Othello. Here is a man who, allowing for his maturer age, is much like the Briton and the Trojan in temperamen[...]would, perhaps, argue that, though abstract Right is absolute and unchangeable, the alternative Wrong,[...]in degree of turpitude; so that the action which is intrinsically wrong may be more excusable in one[...]y approval.” “And your deliberate conviction is that he acted rightly—rightly, mind?” “Assuredly he did. That is what I was driving at; but now you have to[...] |
| misanthropy of the gentleman's after-life is another question, and one which would lead us int[...]pervading smell of husks. This, let me tell you, is what comes of meddling with tawny-haired tigresse[...]summer. “No young fellow could have started in life with a fairer prospect than I had,” cont[...] |
| [...]and, like a driver starting an engine when there is danger of the belt flying off, gradually worked u[...]n of the field. But in cases of this kind, there is only one thing worse than victory. I was f[...] |
| [...]ng. Mr. Ffrench could afford to be independent of such men as Alf, but couldn't afford to establish a pr[...]k at the thing in that light; but then, your name is not Wentworth St. John Ffrench, and you wo[...] |
| [...]irsel'.” The Irresistible had scored this time. Such is life. I helped Tommy out of his embarrassment[...] |
| [...]of a crowd to hurrah for a Governor as go through such an ordeal again. My truthfulness—perhaps the on[...]ore the date of this record, Bendigo Bill's mind, such as it was, had been disturbed by the disco[...] |
| [...]permanently retaining the gold he might get under such conditions, very wisely contented himself with ta[...]he thrice-repeated dream triply sure; for the emu is one of the luckiest things a person can dream abo[...]ed by the unholy afflatus caught from his earlier life, gave notice to the manager; this time fol[...] |
| [...]nd all would be forgiven; if he failed to return, such default would be taken as evidence of contumacy;[...]well that he was impatient to make Captain Royce such a bid for the property as that nabob could n't th[...]s beastly of the time and place wherein our scene is laid. And, to my unspeakable disgust, I f[...] |
| [...]he silken bond of our nationality would n't stand such a strain. Then I slowly drew out my pocket-book,[...]y interposition? I had known better than to make such a proposition to Sollicker. That impracticable an[...]e to the surface a few months afterward. But that is another episode; and I must confine myself[...] |
| [...]order, and, by the inductive system applicable in such cases, read his history like a book, right back t[...]to what end? Merely to resume the old persecuted life, still achieving, still pursuing, that strictly congruous penalty which waits upon the man whose life is one protracted challenge to a world wherein no pe[...]cution you undergo on that account. Your position is not heroic; at best, it is only pitiable; at worst, it is detestable. Athanasius contra mundum is grand only in cases where the snag is right, and the mundus wrong. Then persecut[...] |
| [...]ies in the leopard of thirty-five, or thereabout, is connected with the changing of his spots. Such is life. With these reflections, I extinguished the cand[...]not half the innate sagacity of the ox, though he is to a much greater extent the creature of h[...] |
| [...]as no irreverence in the thought; the irreverence is on the part of any profane reader who forges the[...]to that good old rule and simple plan which was, is, and ever shall be, the outcome of Individualism.[...]p. Those whose knowledge of the pastoral regions is drawn from a course of novels of the Geoflrey Ha[...]anager. Lacking generations of development, there is no typical squatter. Or, if you like, there are a thousand types. Hungry M'Intyre is one type; Smytheipetty, genteel, and parsimoniousiis another; patriarchal Royce is another; Montgomeryikind, yet haughty and imperiousiis another; Stewart is another. My diary might, just as likely as[...] |
| [...]etter worldia world where the Christian gentleman is duly recognised, and where Socialistic carpenters[...]'gentleman,‘ and becomes a mere man. For there is no such thing as a democratic gentleman; the adjective an[...]he Orientals call a dog of a Christian. For there is no such thing as a Christian gentleman, except as loosely[...]itle in its go-to- meeting sense, every Christian is prima facie a gentleman; taking it in its every-d[...]ice in the perpetually- recurring alternatives of life, had made the Golden Rule his spontaneous impulse[...]tain standard, and was expected to live up to it. Such is life. By a notable coincidence, Stewart was ri[...] |
| [...]ltopa, during the autumn and winter of '83—that is, from six to nine months before the date of this[...]tion in the sell, the stooks improved in size and life-likeness for weeks and months. I remember noticin[...]to the Darling. Or, to put it in another way: the life of stock in Riverina was as cheap as the life of the common person in the novels of R. L. Steve[...]ffairs of this nature, the squatter who hesitates is lost. The time comes when grass-loafers will stand a lot of ordering off; in extreme cases, such as the one under review, they are about eq[...] |
| his temper, for once; and he that is without similar sin among the readers of this simple memoir is hereby authorised to cast the first stone. He al[...]ng straight from their camps to their selections. Such is life. Saint Peter, I should imagine, had narrowly wat[...]attain some conception of what the Kingdom of God is— how much more to the purpose than pearl[...] |
| [...]nd I think we can do one of them now, early as it is. When shall we three meet again? Eh? How is that for aptness? A Roland for your (adj.) Oliver[...]n Tommy's place. Now, if any man presumed to play such a trick on meiwhy, din me, I should take i[...] |
| instead of Tommy's.7Well, long life to you, Mr. Stewart, both for your own sake and t[...]art, turning again to me. “Your cosmopolitanism is a did big mistake. Every man has a nationality, r[...]ook to Scotland for it. And, d----n it, man, this is the very nationality you have been fleering at.[...]ould never have expected----But what do you think is the matter with Alf Morris?” “Difficult to[...]up his abode in a cave, and, for the rest of his life, met every overture of friendship with tau[...] |
| [...]gossip. “Now there you have Morris to the very life. Hopeless d—d case!” “But the misanthropy[...]the Greek misanthrope, the factor of temperament is first carefully stated; then the factor of circumstances is brought into operation; then the genius of the dr[...]plies the resultant revolution of moral being, in such a manner as to excite sympathy rather than reprob[...]should antecede them, namely, temperament. Morris is a widower. His wife was a magnificent singer, and[...]-haired tigresses who leave their mark on a man's life, and are much better left alone”---- “Has he[...]art. “No, they were n't long together: but Alf is a man of peculiar moral constitution; he frets a[...]nd hates her at the same time. Secondary to this, is a misunderstanding with his father, which[...] |
| course, I'm only giving you the heads; and my information is derived from no random hearsay, but is obtained by an intransmissible power of induction[...]y these circumstances, has given the result which is already before us. Now, I think that that tempera[...]ke (sheol)” replied the squatter gravely, “it is the quoting of Scripture as against my fellow-cre[...]s to judge Morris at all, we must judge him as he is. Your judgment is generous, but nonsensical; mine is rational, but churlish—d—d churlish.” He pa[...]amping for a few weeks with a load on his wagon—is very naturally passed over in favour of the misan[...]sonal popularity of the latter with his own guild is not enhanced by this preference. “Doctor Johnson be d—d!” replied the squatter warmly. “What is his |
| [...]orcibly that the finest prospect England ever saw isis a purely Scottish one. He makes a d—d strong po[...]f as a buffoon, I continued, “My own conjecture is that something must have occurred to irritate the[...]e passage where that expression occurs. Criticism is not your forte, Collins. The writer I'm speaking[...]r estimation. But you were speaking of Alf Morris isis that he spoke of a certain boundary rider as a ma[...]ict, and go his way in peace.” “Sometimes he is. I'll tell you how it happened with Morris[...] |
| [...]and somehow (d—d if I know how people can make such blunders!}—somehow this tank was overlooked in[...]nerally speaking, the man who ought to be avoided is just the sort of person that my own refrac[...] |
| [...]your kindness, Mr. Stewart.” “Nonsense. But is n't it a most remarkable thing—what we'r[...] |
| [...]tank on the way. Whilst baking a johnny-cake of such inferior quality as to richly deserve its back-co[...]ile boiling my quart-pot on a separate handful of such semi-combustibles as the plain afforded, I found[...]hed by a Chinaman, on a roan horse. And though it is impossible to recognise any individual Chow, I fa[...]ay—goo' glass? Me lay you on, all li.” “Tt is the voice of a god, and not of a man!” I[...] |
| [...]ls. The two greatest supra-physical pleasures of life are antithetical in operation. One is to have something to do, and to know that you are doing it deftly and honestly. The other is to have nothing to do, and to know that you are c[...]e, I might be prepared to meet it as a bridegroom is supposed to meet his bride. Therefore whenever my[...]ough the hallowed haze of a mental sabbath. There is a positive felicity in this attitude of soul, com[...]ea in the quart-pot there. What are you after? Or is someone after you?” “Prospecting for[...] |
| [...]travelimust be ten or twelve mileibut this grass is worth it. Safe, too, from what I hear. Mig[...] |
| [...]at very reason, it's not a decent name.” “Tt is ein olt name, Domson,” argued the Dutchm[...] |
| [...]. But I ain't very fiery-tempered, the way things is jis' now; an' I got at the soft side o' the (adj.[...]ile M'Gregor owned the station. For all the world such a night as this—smoky moonlight, and as good as[...]fter dark, in that timber where the coolaman hole is. Then I sneaked the bullocks through the f[...] |
| [...]him in the meantime; an’ Smythe says his hands is tied on account o' M'Gregor, or else he'd dem soo[...]eck since I was fifteen, to make M'Gregor what he is. Eighteen solid years clean throwed away!” “[...]to hear a lot o' laughin' where them other blokes is camped”---- |
| [...]htfully. “Wonder which of the two (individuals) is worst in the sight o' God?” “Toss-up,” rep[...]he goes-in to win, an' he wins; an’ all he wins is Donal’ M'Gregor's. Comes- out a bow cons[...] |
| [...]and was M'Gregor's—DMG off-rump. Mind you, this is on'y what I was told. My orders was to keep clear[...]ountry. You'd have to be more uncivilised than he is. And I saw that very thing happen to him,[...] |
| [...]” he continued, in a tone of audible musing, “is that I forgot to tell Bob, when he was here, that[...]dignity. “Dan's an old acquaintance of yours—is n't he? I heard your name mentioned over the find[...]rse, I was only too glad of any chance to help in such a case, so I |
| [...]to muster the ewes. You know how thick the scrub is on Goolumbulla? Dan came in along with the[...] |
| [...]d his horse round, and jumped off. “‘How far is it yet to Dan's place?’ says he. “‘[...] |
| [...]aning as you go. Of course, our everyday tracking is not tracking at all. “However, Bob run[...] |
| [...]she knew her business, and she was on the job for life or death. She picked-up the track at a gla[...] |
| [...]d that if she came out safe I would lead a better life for the future. “However, between dayli[...] |
| [...]de every one of Thompson's audience familiar with such episodes of new settlement; and, for that very re[...]rmation rather than as an over-statement. Nothing is more astonishing than the distances lost c[...] |
| [...]t some inconvenience. But that black beard of his is more than half white already. And—someth[...] |
| [...]he line. Decent, straight-forrid chap, Cunningham is, but a (sheol) of a liar when it shoots hi[...] |
| [...], the feller that cut her”---- “His troubles is over too,” murmured Baxter. “Well, as I was[...]lf up on-to the log agen, an' says I: “‘This is the very spot I was,’ says I, ‘when I[...] |
| [...]e's found dead; but the most fearful thing of all is for a youngster to be lost in the bush, an[...] |
| [...]nearer to the end. The spot where he turned round is in the middle of a cultivation-paddock now, but I[...]he would be. “Ah well! the time that followed is like some horrible dream. He was lost at a[...] |
| [...]ullying or terrifying any brother whose keeper he is by virtue of superior strength; and that brand will burn while life endures. (Conversely—does such remorse ever follow disdain of authority, or defi[...]erception, that fathomless love and devotion! But such is life. Yet it is well with her. And it is well with her father, since he, throughout her transitory life, spoke no word to hurt or grieve her. Poor[...] |
| [...]nfront him when he returned to his daily round of life! How many reminders that the irremediable loss is a reality, from which there can be no awakening![...]n homely things, since the frailness of mortality is the pathetic centre, and mortality is nothing but homely. Hence, no relic is so affecting as the half-worn boots of the dead.[...]er the 9th; and you might imagine this chapter of life fitly concluded. But sometimes an under-c[...] |
| [...]gone out to feast their eyes on the change which such a night would make in the appearance of th[...] |
| [...]pected it, from his manner last night? But no one is to be trusted. Better take our saddles and[...] |
| [...]k had all along been pained by the incongruity of such a gem in such keeping; and now having discharged his tre[...] |
| is over. I have a splitting headache. We can do with[...]I was wrong,” he remarked, aside to me. “Bob is trustworthy—truthlessly so.” “Only in respect of conscience, which is mere moral punctilio, and may co-exist wit[...] |
| [...]as never mentioned, nor his complicity hinted at. Such is life. |
| [...]ll consideration of mind, manners, or even money, is more accurately weighed on a right-thinking Austr[...]ere else in the world. The folk-lore of Riverina is rich in variations of a mythus, pointing to the D[...]ation bodied forth, or tradition handed down, any such vagary as might imply that a wage-slave sa[...] |
| [...]under the old Jewish ritual. The manager's house is a Sanctum Sanctorum, wherein no one but the high priest enters; the barracks is an Inner Court, accessible to the priests only; the men's hut is an Outer Court, for the accommodation of lay wors[...]perhaps one of the empty huts at the wool- shed, is the Court of the Gentiles. And the restrictions o[...]ge part of the religion which guided his rascally life—to wolf his half-raw pork in fellowship with hi[...]aw, countersunk eyes, and the rest in proportion, is suspected of having the other kind of force in re[...]er and that of his contemporary wage-slave, there is very little to choose. Hence the toe of the bluch[...]itches. The average share of that knowledge which is power is undoubtedly in favour of the tan boot; but the preponderant moiety is just as surely held by the blucher. In our democr[...]ence, and corresponding sensitiveness to affront, is dangerously high, and becoming |
| [...]y inherent ignorance and correlative uselessness. Such, however, is life. But on the present occasion I had been quartere[...]written in eager activity of mind, and in hope of such an opportunity for amplification as I was[...] |
| [...]re certainly proves this to be one of them. There is nothing dainty or picturesque in the presentment[...]son, class, or community. The noxious affectation is everywhere. Even the Salvation officer cannot now[...]owship with men who ‘tub’ themselves on paper is added to the humiliation of the disclosure[...] |
| spark of heroism. Consider the child. He is the creature of instinct; and instinct—accordin[...]e know to our cost. Now, the picaninny knows what is good for him. Place him in promixity to a dust-ho[...]c, method of locomotion peculiar to his period of life—travelling on both hands and one knee, whilst w[...]time, maintaining, meanwhile, that silence which is the perfectest herald of joy. Ormuzd the Good has[...]inclination. But the Minister of Ahriman the Evil is not far off. The able-bodied mother seizes the mi[...]nd carries him at arm's-length to the kitchen. It is to no purpose that he becomes alternately rigid a[...]ainly grasped, and so loosely defined. The result is sad enough: physically, not one in ten of us is what the doctor ordered, and, of course, brought;[...]n a sense, little better than we ought to be. And such is life. At breakfast, I remember, there occurred[...] |
| [...], her son and daughter took positions of vantage, such as their circumstances allowed; each being prepar[...]rix Esmond----Well, perhaps a reflected greatness is better than no greatness at all. So, at all even[...]on £25,000. After three years of something like life, she accepted the addresses of the Hon. Henry Bea[...]a (wherever that may be). This was a gentleman of such refined tastes that it took over £10,000 a year[...]the lips of its deposed queen. The elegancies of life were necessities to her; but those elegancies wou[...]re the elegancies to come from? Where, indeed! It is a question which has broken many a gentler heart than Maud Beaudesart's, and will break many more. It is a cruel question; but not to put it would be more cruel still. For while this or that gentlewoman is in danger, no |
| gentlewoman is safe. And the basest type of mind is that which gloats on the adversity of the world's spoiled child; the next basest is that which concentrates its sympathy on the same adversity; the least base, I think, is that which, goaded by a human compassion for all[...]school, so that he might take it out of the boys. Such is life. Levites, tribesmen, and Gentiles alike,[...] |
| [...]those early gentlemen-colonists whose enterprise is hymned by loftier harps than mine, but whose sord[...]uld make me fancy myself in ancient Corinth. And such was her hypnotic power, or my adaptability[...] |
| [...]lour, in lieu of the short, silky moustache which is the piquant trade-mark of our country- women. Bes[...]partly from compassion; partly from the idea that such an action would redound largely to my honour; and partly from the impression that such an unattractive woman would idolise a fellow like me. The daughter of an unlucky selector is not taught to spare herself; and Ida was an untir[...]ress before the young fellows. Beauty in distress is a favorite theme of your shallow romancists; but, to the philosophic mind, its pathos is nothing to that of ugliness in distress. A[...] |
| [...]er it my duty to instruct you in the decencies of life, you mustn't take it ill. People have to suffer f[...]o doubt your parents did as you say, but my point is, that they forgot their position. Instead of acce[...]. Your father, I venture to say, often envied the life of the domestic animals on the station where he h[...]ry, but a poor reality. This idea of independence is much too common amongst people who, however poorl[...]he divine command to do our duty in that state of life in which it has pleased God to call us. Service isis dreadful to me to realise the fate of that poor man, where the worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched. I was only wishing to show you what a tempting of Providence it is for people of the lower classes to have no[...] |
| [...]nd respectful demeanour which befits a sphere of life that you are likely to occupy permanently. No dou[...]locality where the males of your own class are in such large majority; but the movement is still attended by certain disadvantages. A female[...]rom the neighbourhood where her doings are known, is not the way to inspire confidence. And though it[...]ysterical scream. “You know what my proper name is, so you do! An' I won't leave the apartment to pl[...]eet on? Think I bin behavin' myself decent all my life, for you to put a slur on me? If I wanted[...] |
| [...]ry your eyes, and attend to your duties. The time is coming when you will thank me for the discipline[...]learn the great lesson, that to everything there is a time and a season—a time for work, and a time[...]iously lazy man's string of daisies. The contrast is sickening. Moreover, the same rule holds fairly w[...]dustry. But the Scotch-navigator can't see it. He is too |
| [...]ith bread-winning than working can possibly have. Such a man finds himself born unto trouble, as the sparks fly in all directions; but he is merely aware of undergoing a chastening process, just as the tethered calf is aware that he always turns a flying somersault wh[...]ut Euclid's definition of a radial line. The fact is, that the Order of Things—rightly understood— is not susceptible of any coercion whatever, and must be humoured in every possible way. In the race of life, my son, you must run cunning, reserving your spr[...]ntly slothful men would n't take at the price. It is scarcely necessary to add that he had a wi[...] |
| [...]ill they did it. No, Priestley; to ask Montgomery is simply to get a refusal; and to argue with him is simply to get insulted.” “Well, I s'pose I m[...]have whetted the reader's curiosity, I suppose it is only fair to satisfy him. The night in qu[...] |
| [...]ascendant Saturn mourned in the House of Cancer. Such was the wretched aspect of the heavens to[...] |
| [...]my unearned slumber. Now the night, replete with such sphere-music, was past, and the cares that[...] |
| [...]awing firewood in the hot, sickly sunshine. This isis very plain. Bathing, though an ancient heresy, ha[...]eness of sluicing away that panoply of dirt which is Nature's own defence against the microbe of imbec[...]truth, there's nobody in the world can say black is the white 0' my eye; an' you may believe m[...] |
| [...]speak, look myself in the face. I must give this life over, I thought; and I will give it over; an I do[...], there are not two sides to this question; there is only one; and you may trust an overclean man to b[...]on mind, body, and estate; just as the grogbibber is our highest authority on headaches, fantods, and[...]rated for one kind of grit than for the other. It is the Turkish bath that has made the once-formidabl[...]erlatively dirty barbarian of the North! Polished is good, for, in the ruins of the fatal Roman[...] |
| [...]e the central figure of the 10th century, but for such rigid abstinence from external application of water as is implied in the significant name of Otto the Great[...]y appropriate bestowal of the title, ‘Great,’ is made when we refer to the adherents of the dirt-c[...]wn experience, we will entice external leakage of such incipient greatness as we have—soaking ourselve[...]and four for a fool‘; now, my livelist ambition is to gaze my fill on yon calm deep, then, li[...] |
| [...]nd no Sunday. Meanwhile, the unreturning sands of Life dribbled through the unheeded isthmus of t[...] |
| [...]ight perfect afterward; though, to be sure, there is a certain difference in the relative value[...] |
| [...]we here? Moriarty to disturb me. Let him come. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown; by my faith,[...]cribably weary step of a station man when the day is warm and the boss absent, and seated himself by m[...]sumed; “but I'm beggared if I can think what it is. Slipped away like a snake, while you're looking[...]gular how a person can't remember a thing for the life of them, when once they forget it; and suddenly i[...]ding to the state of the mailman's horses. Beggar such a life as this. At it, early and late; working through a[...]'t speculate, you won't accumulate, as the saying is; and if a man can't make a rise by some sort of g[...]e down and die, straight-off. But the first rise is the difficulty; and, of course, you've got to |
| [...]'s got his head screwed on right.” “So there is. Well, what shall it be? Mechanics? Fine opening[...]nd restrict yourself to that. Say you devote your life to some special division of the Formicae?” “The what?” “Formicae. The name is plural. It embraces all the different species of[...]f ants.” “Still, every avenue to distinction is not closed,” I urged. “We're knocking at the[...]istinguish himself in one direction. The material is there.” “Jealousy, jealousy,” replied Mori[...]And how much do you stand to lose, if your mozzle is out?” I asked. “By-the-way, didn't I i[...] |
| [...]nd the other in the devil's mouth? Why, Nosey Alf is the only fellow on this station that has no inter[...]ailing the fulfilment of either double, the wager is off?” “That's it. Are you on?” “Make it[...]eplied, feeling for the purse which, vulgar as it is, bushmen even of aristocratic lineage are[...] |
| [...]too haughty to offer any apology other than that such is life. The half-caste had cantered up to the ho[...] |
| [...]d nor tail of it; nothing, indeed, but heart, and such heart as it has never been my luck to capture. Me[...]s running his eye over its columns. “My mozzle is out, Collins.” said he, with an effort. “I'll[...]les to be done in seven days—and the country in such a state. |
| This is the balsam that the usuring senate pours into captains’ wounds. Never mind The time is only too near, when I'll sit in my sumptuous offi[...]ll you swear of gambling altogether till my claim is discharged? On that condition, I can extend the t[...]n yours; and I have a presentiment that the thing is impending. But you need n't congratulate me yet.[...]you get your promotion—ain't you?” There was such evident sincerity in his tone that I maint[...] |
| [...]he abbot sings, so must the sacristan respond. It is kismet. This is how all these unaccountable marriages are[...] |
| [...]ellow thinks about, when he feels his horse gone, is to get out of the way of what's coming; but it's[...]oung Jack was to ride Admiral Crichton; and I had such faith in the horse, with Jack up, that I p[...] |
| [...]e and halting imitation of Mrs. B.; and imitation is the sincerest flattery,” I commented. “T'll t[...]ur socks on Nosey Alf's crook to-night. His place is fifteen mile from here, and very little out of your way. Ill-natured, cranky beggar, Alf is—been on the pea—but there's no end of[...] |
| Is that it? I think it is. Well Alf‘s a misasynonymiwomanhateri among oth[...]eems to me. Best boundary man on the station, Alf is. Been in the Round Swamp Paddock five years now; and he's likely a fixture for life. Boundary riding for some years in the Bland coun[...]o stand on his head to understand that map. There is the north, and here is the south.” “Don't matter a beggar which is the real north and south. I'm showing you[...] |
| [...]ng north and south? Begin again. Say the Red Gate isis boxed; an’ puttin’ a file through Nose[...] |
| [...]s by night fim Boottara ration-paddick, an' does 'is thirty mile to hour 'oss-paddick; an' the hull me[...]Muster Magomery. Presinkly, up comes Half, an ‘is ‘oss hall of a lather. 'Take yer dem mongreals,[...]y'self agin.’ Think Half war goin’ ter flog 'is hanimals thirty mile back? Not 'tm”— “Tt w[...]ey's place harter dark; houts file, an' hin with 'is mob, an' gives 'm a g—tful. Course, 'e clears b[...]'re in for it,” chuckled Moriarty. “Tole me 'is hown self, not three weeks agone. Camped h[...] |
| [...]n his com—position. As the poet say s:— This isis true, but with lamb-like guilelessness in his mad[...]the majority of my fellows, a Marlborough-temper is by no means the least in importance. I loo[...] |
| [...]e. It has been asked. But daylight in the morning is the right time to enter on that inquiry. For the[...]'twere better than your dukedom. By-the-wayiwhat is Jack's other name?” “Which Jack? Old Jack, o[...]rrangement.” “Good-bye, ole man. Depend your life on my straightness.” Then I whistled to Pup, n[...]gan. G. P. R. James rightly remarks that nothing is more promotive of thought than the walking pace o[...]rengthen and exhilarate like the gallop. The trot is passed over with such contempt as it deserves. So, for the first mile[...]lar issue of that preposterous wager. Whence came such an elaborate dispensation? If from above,[...] |
| [...]seven-mile stage in ten miles' travelling—that is, losing three miles in the detour. Once th[...] |
| [...]mind. You'll grow out of that in good time. When is it coming off?” He crossed his knees, and held[...]remained a butt for his ill-timed chaff. Critical is no name for the state of affairs. But an[...] |
| [...]rted after me; and Priestley was saved. But there is no such thing as permanent safety in this world. The firs[...]und this quarter?” he demanded sternly. “This is a bad job!” “You're right, Mr. Magomery,” assented the bullock driver, with emphasis; “it is a bad job; it's a (adj.) bad job. Way it comes: y[...]some travelling. The nearest way to the main road is past the station. Here! rouse up your d—[...] |
| [...]ou what you like, you'd be sorry when your temper is over. Then we'll say I'm out on the main road—h[...]e it appears in the light of a responsibility. It is noble to have a squatter's strength, but tyrannou[...]his haughty immobility had still sustained him at such an altitude as to render Priestley, as well as my[...]his eye, and he turned to his companion. “Who is this person, Montgomery?” he asked. The[...] |
| [...]ive manliness of the two types of ‘gentleman’ is a question which each student will judge accordin[...]ance, and probably not overburdened with honesty, is found trespassing on your property; then this ind[...]s to know who our learned brother for the defence issuch affectionate title. Pardon my warmth, I say, Montgomery! but this phase of colonial life is new to me. Placed in your position (if my opinion[...]or your children to reap. Here, I should imagine, is an excellent opportunity for vindication of your[...]o the moral structure of each earthly probationer is a thermometer, graduated independently; and it is never safe to heat the individual to the boiling-[...]r. You never know how far up the scale this point is, unless you are very familiar with the particular[...]conduct now!’ Whereupon, Tybalt, the tamperer, is scalded to death. In Ida, as we have seen,[...] |
| [...]here the existence of an overlooked boiling-point is the one thing that makes history interesting. Cow[...]; he's got a right to blaggard me, the way things is; an' I give him credit. But you! Cr-r-ripes! if I[...], once more, and only once. The Englishman proper is the pugilist of the world. The Australian or Amer[...]efficiency in smiting with the fist of wickedness is, beyond all question, on the English side. 'English fair play' is a fine expression. It justifies the bashing of th[...]at to the potsherd of the earth; and so excellent is his discrimination that the combat will su[...] |
| [...]the gentleman would be! No; Crooked-nosed Yorkey is always given in charge; and it takes three police[...]a man who had never seen a scrapping-match in his life. But English fair-play doesn't stand transplantat[...]business. The back-country man, though saturnine, is very rarely quarrelsome, and almost never a pugilist; nevertheless, his foot on his native salt-bush, it is not advisable to assault him with any feebler weapon than rifle-and-bayonet. There is a radical difference, without a verbal distinctio[...]s and the Englishman's notions of fair-play. Each is willing to content himself with the weapon[...] |
| [...]crushing a poor, decent, hard-working devilithat is, if he can add nine miles more to to-day's stage,[...]ou and I may quarrel.” Who was the spy? Ah! who is the ubiquitous station spy? “Good-bye,[...] |
| [...]ed Jeff Rigby's handwriting in the address. Rigby is a man who never writes except on his own account. His way of acknowledging a letter is to pick up a newspaper, of perhaps a month old, t[...]was, the subject of it at once suggested what the Life-Assurance canvassers call an 'excellent risk'; an[...]s now on leave of absence. He was a non-smoker, a life-abstainer, and in a word, was distinguished in al[...]uite a turn. Sic transit, thought I, with a sigh. Such is life. The cranky boundary rider's little weath[...] |
| [...]e matter of noses? Your nose, in all probability, is your dram of eale—your club foot—your Mordeca[...]ibly you wish that the front elevation (elevation is good) did not admit, through the natural grottoes[...]k that rebellious spirit, I charge you. Your nose is good enough; better, probably, than you deserve;[...]boundary man had none to speak of. And it seemed such a pity. More beautiful, otherwise, than a man's face is justified in being, lt was (apart from sex) as if[...]llen heavily, face downward, and then sprung into life, minus the feature which will least bear tamperin[...]christened in immediate succession to a girl. It is well and widely known that this oversight, small as it looks, will free a man for life from any rude inquiry as to when he is going to burn off the scrub. Alf had no sc[...] |
| [...]somewhat wearisome minuteness of this description is owing to his being, at least in my estimation, th[...]dary man gravely. “Not the slightest, Alfithat is, in the works by which he is represented amongst us. But do you think it does[...]y seduces you to his own pinchbeck standard. Zola is honest; he never calls evil, good; whilst Holmes is spurious all through. Mind you, each has a[...] |
| [...]ion-persecution, like the chivalrous soul that he is. He has achieved the distinction of being the onl[...]tions, in bombazine gowns. Bombazine, by-the-way, is a cheap, carpetty-looking fabric, built of[...] |
| [...]the moment that one of my most profitable studies is a namesake of yours—Warrigal Alf, a carrier on[...]seat a little further away. Ah! years of solitary life, with the haunting consciousness of frightful dis[...]Alf's style of philosophy. Our friend, Iolanthe, is largely, though perhaps indirectly, respon[...] |
| [...]s Nana; and in the iris of the affected one there is, or rather was, a brown spot. I had often noticed[...]know what's come over me to-night.” Ignorance is bliss, in that instance, poor fellow! thou[...] |
| [...]s. “Kooltopa's sold to a Melbourne company, and is going to be worked for all it's worth. And[...] |
| [...]taught him that any kind of tolerable reputation is better than no reputation at all.” “T[...] |
| [...], and engaged him permanently. His first business is to take Stewart's teams to their destination—no easy matter at this time of the year, and such a year as this; but if any man can do it, that man is Alf. He started some weeks ago, a little shaky af[...]l events, nobody ever called me noble-minded. But such is life.” “Then this new situation is a permanent thing for him?” suggested the bound[...]rs, and his dirty- flash son reigns in his stead. Such, again, is life. But this won't affect Alf's interests to any rui[...]to come in out of the wet; in fact, the rainy day is his strong point. Such, for the third and last time, is life.” Whilst I spoke, my unfortunate compan[...] |
| [...]un and moon are in conjunction at the nadir. This is the time when mines cave in; when loose bark fall[...]millions of tons of water, in the spring tides—is superadded to the centric gravity of the earth, t[...]l to clear a clouded sky. This singular influence is exercised solely by the cold light of that dead s[...]he sunlight, though two hundred times as intense, is altogether powerless to rival in kind. When we ca[...]rturbing influence of moonlight, if it be a myth, is about the most tenacious one on earth. Thi[...] |
| [...]ment from its square stick, and began to play. It is not the highest class of music, I am well aware; and this paragraph is dictated by no shallow impulse of self- glorifica[...]. “I would give one-fourth of the residue of my life to be a good singer and musician. As it is, I'm not much of a player, and still less of a vo[...]. “Not if I could play any better instrument—such as the violin, or the concertina; though I should[...]ning the ends of my fingers. Still, the jews-harp is a jews-harp; and this is the very best I could find in the market. Humble as it looks, and humble as it undeniably is, it has sounded in every nook and corner of River[...]Query: If the relation of moonlight to insanity is a thing to be derided, what shall we say of the influence of music on the normal mind? Is it not equally unaccountable in operation,[...] |
| Contemplate music from a scientific standpoint—that is, merely as a succession of sound-waves, conveyed[...]phere, or of some other intervening medium. Music is thus reduced to a series of definite vibrations,[...]ributes. First, its intensity, or loudness, which is governed by the height, depth, amplitude—for th[...]the medium. Second, the timbre, or quality, which is regulated by the shape, or outline, of these waves. Third the pitch, high or low, which is controlled by the distance from crest to crest of[...]itive human ear, the highest limit of audibleness is reached by sound-waves estimated at twenty-eight-[...]extreme of lowness to which our sense of hearing is susceptible, has been placed at 75 feet from node[...]se, others to which the tympanum of the human ear is insensible. Nature is alive with such sounds, each carrying its three distinct properti[...]n the other hand, utter calls so high—producing such rapid pulsations—as to be equally inaudible to us Unison of musical notes is attained when the respective numbers of pu[...] |
| [...]on lies in the management of sound-pulsation, and is governed by certain rigid mathematical lawsiwhich[...]urse, take place without sound-vibration, for air is only incidentally a sound-conductor. Earth, metal[...]arily varied in duration and quality; a series of such pulsations constituting a note; a series of notes[...]as yet) only to the diaphragm of the phonograph. Such, however, is the scientific analysis of music. Spoken languag[...]inative or spiritual, comes in concrete formithat is, in the nature of information. Spoken words infor[...]the music thus impassively anatomised by Science is a voice from the Unseen, pregnant with mea[...] |
| [...]and hand as the tornado sways the pliant pine. It is a language peculiar to no period, race, or caste.[...]licable in mere physical operation, its influence is one of the things that are not dreamt of in the p[...]erpe alone of the Muses defies seduction. Harmony is intrinsically chaste. There is no secular music; all music is sacred. Whatever the song the Sirens sang, its mu[...]thomless eternity; for though 'the heaven of each is but what each desires'—though the Aryan[...] |
| trees, and cool with ripple of never-failing streams—yet is the universal art so intertwined with ideal bliss[...]rnal perfection, or transplanted thither? Science is of the earth; ever bearing sad penalty, in toil o[...]tment and loss? Doubtfully, Architecture; and for such consecration we have found no more expressive nam[...]lexing score; he was a sympathetic interpreter, a life- breathing, magic-lending exponent of his compose[...]tify by name a tune which I spiritually recognise is, perhaps, the most disgraceful manifestation of my neglected musical education—at all events, it isis pretty sure to say, ‘Why, that's just wh[...] |
| [...]of the sweetest songs ever woven from words. And such a voice!—rich, soft, transcendent, yet suggesti[...]hat song was composed by Burns, on his death-bed. Is n't it beautiful?” “It is one of the most beautiful songs in the language,” I replied; “but Burns is not the author. The song was composed by a woman—Baroness Nairne. It is not for men to write in that strain. As for Jean[...]notice between the poetry of men and women? What is the mark of women's work?” “Sincerity,” I[...]hers, you will find that, as a rule, men's poetry is superior to women's, not only in vigour, but in grace. This is not strange, for grace is, after all, a display of force, an aspect of strength. But in the quality of sincerity, woman is a good first. Take an illustration, while[...] |
| “True,” I replied pleasantly. “But our family is aristocratic, and a baton- sinister only sets us[...]e two poems I was speaking of, the subject matter is similar; the pieces are about the same length and[...]e, with alternate rhymes. Now, my ancestor's poem is not excelled in grace by anything within the rang[...]else in it whatever. Eliza Cook's versification is, in a measure, forced and imperfect, her language[...]he strong beating of a sincere, sympathetic heart is audible in every line.” “But your ancestor is the most artificial writer of an artificial school, and Eliza Cook is the most spontaneous writer of a spontaneous scho[...]eprecatingly, “I would n't presume to criticise such a poet as Collins; but you said, yourself ’----[...]g again, Alf, please. Every minute you're silent, is a minute wasted. Sing anything you likeionly sing[...]Your remark just brought it into my mind. Here it is”ihe hesitated a moment, then went on, with a ce[...]s areias you might sayioh, you know! What quality is it, then, that we love a woman for? There's a pro[...]an solve it with mathematical certainty, Alfithat is to say, in such a manner as to convey the impossibility of the so[...]rk-out these things m my own circuitous wayiwhich is seldom the caseithere are few questions in[...] |
| [...]nted much on his spontaneous choice of songs. Man is but a lyre (in both senses of the phonetically-ta[...]ce, some fire-graven thought, some clinging hope, is the plectrum which strikes the passive chords. An[...]d as earth, and hopeless as the other place. Who is she? thought I. Silence again sank on the faint[...]s of the sixth song died mournfully away—‘She is far from the Land where Her Young Hero Sleeps.’[...]it's wrong to bury yourself here, eating your own life away with melancholia, seeing that |
| [...]and sympathy. It's pure effeminancy to brood over such things, for that's just where we have the advanta[...]‘A woman's first duty,’ says the proverb, ‘is to be beautiful.’ If Lady Hamilton had b[...] |
| [...]“One characteristic of childhood I still retain isis slovenly; sleeping with your spurs on is, in addition, ruinously destructive to even the s[...]s; “I was forgetting your problem. The solution is clear enough to me, but the inquiry opens out no[...]on unassailable at any point. The question, then, is: Do we love a woman for her beauty, for her virtu[...]” I continued, kicking off the garment which it is unlawful even to name, “we must inquire what the personal beauty of woman is, and wherein it consists. It consists in approximation to a given ideal; and this ideal is not absolute; it is elastic in respect of races and civilisations, th[...]or less rigid within its own domain. Passing over such racial ideals as the Hottentot Venus, and[...] |
| [...]na has a decent record. Further still, the German is facially coarser, and mentally higher, than the C[...]r before. “Just as the secondary use of the bee is to make honey, and his primary one to teach us habits of industry, so the secondary use of the hen is to lay eggs, and her primary one to teach us prop[...]bility and god-like reason to fust in us, unused. Such is life, Alf.” And in thirty seconds I was asleep. On[...]ce, had come undone. I was too well accustomed to such things to feel |
| [...]s between his toes, and annoys him. Windy weather is bad for him, too; and frost puts a set on him alt[...]him. And, seeing that one half of the population is always plotting to steal him, and the othe[...] |
| [...]unsuspiciousness. It was your saddle once, but it is yours no longer. It is m1ne. Demand not how the prize I hold; It was no[...]nsation for loss of the article in question. This is all you are likely to get; for though the saddle is honestly worth about twice that amount, my consci[...]s me in the matter; moreover, my official salary is so judiciously proportioned to my frugal requirem[...]th your damper at this work; for no man's ability is comprehensive enough to cover musical proficiency such as yours, and leave the narrowest flap available[...]And, believe me, you're no more fitted for this life than you are to preside over a school of S[...] |
| [...]E reader, however unruly under weaker management, is by this time made aware of a power, beyond his ow[...]ofitably sustained. The routine record of March 9 is not a desirable text. It would merely call forth[...]ng took the place of Conduct, as three-fourths of life; whilst the remaining fourth consisted of fightin[...]a broad, statistical way, the shanty-keeper gets such a miserably small percentage of the money earned[...]unassailable bit of standing-ground, namely, that such is life. It would do you no good to hear how the[...] |
| [...]duced. And if you take it not patiently, the more is your mettle. FRI. MARCH 28. Wilcannia shower. Ja[...]the plain with the abruptness of a wall. Boottara is half plain and half scrub; Runnymede is practically all plain. When I left Burke'[...] |
| [...]On a well-managed station, like Runnymede, a tank is, whenever possible, excavated on the margin of a swamp. The clay extracted is formed into a strong wall, or enclosing embankmen[...]reached the same level, the outer end of the pipe is closed, and the portable pumping plant sen[...] |
| [...]ood one a few hours ago, but Lord knows where she is now. I left her behind when the wind put me on al[...]And so the profitless conversation (conversation is generally profitless) went on by fits and[...] |
| [...]south Atlantic—and the effect of his discourse is that I have ever |
| [...]unseemly expletives, and two obscenities. “How is that for high?” I asked, putting on a pair of l[...]sed, meerschaum ever seen on earth. It was a pipe such as no smoker parts with during life, but bequeaths to his best-beloved sonia pipe such as would make any man wish to have a Benja[...] |
| [...]transferring its glories to the worthy keeping of such a piece of Baltic amber as you shall not match in[...]e. Here it occurs to the subtle critic that this is something like what a novelist would write. A novelist is always able to bring forth out of his imagination[...]tterer to a better land in the very nick of time. Such is not life. And to avoid any shadow of the imputation in whi[...]one moment to tell how I came into possession of such a pipe as no other Australian bushman ever owned.[...]ell, I suppose even the most insubordinate reader is by this time educated up to my style. Sho[...] |
| [...]t. His courteous reply tailed-off naturally into such a volume of condensed information as re-impressed[...]tion in the direction of bainting and boetry (for such subjects go well at camp-fires), but Franz hung s[...]l introduction; and in another couple of hours— such was the clearness and receptivity of these[...] |
| [...]n when I compassionately added that the pile reef is always discovered by an ungrammatical person, nam[...], does n't require to stoop at all—and his show is little better than Buckley's. Also, the barons h[...]suggestion, that the ‘gentlemans'’ best show is to discover the discoverer, and prevail upon the[...]nical training could take them. This, let me add, is the record of an actual occurrence. It will just[...]n, he may be assured that, at the time of writing such passage, I had been smoking the mighty pip[...] |
| [...]real credit on himself. Not that every blackguard is a Bayard, any more than every wife-beater is a coward; but almost all moral and immoral qualit[...]the Admiralty nor the Treasury), 'The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together; our vir[...]that acquired from observation and experience. It is surprising how much a landsman, however we[...] |
| [...]pointed nose. One peculiarity of the kangaroo-dog is, that though he has no faculty of scent at the se[...]then left his bed. “Pore creature's hungry,” is near enough what he said. He opened a sort of saf[...]was half hungry. Why, he dunno what proper hunger is.” Then he gave me such a description of this afflicted bird as, in the i[...]him— kangaroo-dogs him, you might say—through life. At adult age, he consists chiefly of wing[...] |
| [...]inted antithesis to the man-o'-war hawk; and that is the only pointed thing about him, for he consists[...]flour, which, indeed, he closely resembles. His life is unadventurous; some might call it monotonous. He[...]no ambition. Dreaming the happy hours awayi that is his idea. He knows barely enough to be aware that[...]no tree of knowledge, thank you all the same. He is right enough as he is; the perpetual sabbath of absolute negation is good enough for him. His motto is, ‘Happy the bird that has no history.’ Once a[...]s from the finny multitudes swimming around him, such a fish as for size, flavour, and general applic[...]ents, and gratify his epicurean taste. Whilst he is in the act of dipping his neb in the water to hel[...]at your bedroom door, and tell you that breakfast is on the table. You have thought to yourself: |
| [...]s estimation, the most important of all economies is the economy of time; and his Dollond eye has desc[...]awk greets this crushing discovery, barbed, as it is, by the prior knowledge that every penguin within twenty miles is in Nirvana for the present. Now he must wait—ah[...]more finely matured by another half-hour's sleep, is just dozing off. Woe for the man-o'-war hawk! he[...]away across the restless, hungry waste of waters is another rock, where penguins steep themsel[...] |
| [...]okes on the station—or, indeed, off it. 'Mokes' is good in this connection. But in a week or two, la[...]without a specially-rigged purchase. His idea of such a purchase was simple enough—merely the ordinar[...]tle, and let the bulkheads carry the strain. With such a tackle (pr. tayckle), Jack would underta[...] |
| [...]ecially because I lacked, and knew I lacked, what is known as a ‘presence.’ Now, however, the high[...]difficulty; and, for perhaps the first time in my life, I enjoyed that experience so dear to some of my[...]hallow, inattentive reader may not grasp all that is implied in the remark that a specialist, u[...] |
| is able to clear—when you can send him at his utte[...]in to take credit. This rather obscure apostrophe is written expressly for the benefit of such imaginative litterateurs and conversational liars[...]rse-breaking must be the Young- Australian, which is, beyond doubt, the most trying in the world; that his skill is won by grassers innumerable; that, in short, there is no royal road to the riding of a proper outlaw—[...]intention of flattening out his antagonist, plays such fantastic jigs before high heaven as make the ang[...]ideal rider, man wants but little here below, nor is it at all likely he will want that little long. H[...]ll a 'frightened beggar.’ Perfect horsemanship is usually the special accomplishment of the man who is not otherwise worth his salt, by reason of being[...]eader the fifth—says the greatest art in riding is knowing how to fall. And here we touch the very root of the matter. It is the moral effect of that generally-fulfilled appr[...]ignorant, or true rider. In this case, Ignorance is not only bliss, but usurps the place of Knowledge[...]se and his rider as any writer ever did; and this is |
| [...]too, how Curr, being a bit of a sticker himself, is thereby disqualified from knowing that the centau[...]th the ecclesiastics of yesterday, that the earth is flat and square, like them, he must be a violent[...]ogical hypothesis must be that the fire we wot of is only a man's own conscience—the wish, in his ca[...]ust have no idea how fearfully and wonderfully he is made. He must think upon himself as a good strong[...]own architectural design that the calf of his leg is riot in front. Just consider what advantages such a man enjoys in cultivating the art of knowing ho[...]a spill that perils neck or limb, a simple buster is to him, and it is nothing more. But it is a great deal more to one who has been nourishing[...]nd that physically, as well as morally. To him it is a nasty scrunch of the two hundred and twenty-six[...]for the sake of emulating the Jack Frosts of real life in their own line! My contention simply is, that the Hamlet-man is only too well seized of the important fact that h[...]arge discourse, looking before an after (ah! that is where the mischief lies!) never, in spite[...] |
| what a frightened beggar he is till he finds himself placing his foot in the sti[...]mpelled to forego the one transcendant joy of his life. But you— Well, to begin with, there was your[...]f your remarking that the first backing of a colt is nothing—that, in this case, it is the second step that costs? The four fellows knew[...]t in nearly every instance, a freshly backed colt is like a fish out of water; stupid, puzzled, half-sulky, half-docile. It is at the second backing that he is ready to contest the question of fitness for surv[...]e the one-sidedness of the alliance. Again, there is a large difference between riding a colt u[...] |
| [...]Yes.” “T think he'll buck middlin' hard.” Isis not what it ought to be, and the soles of your bo[...]shoulders— they have all disappeared, and there is nothing in front of the saddle but a precipice. There is something underneath it, though. How dist[...] |
| [...]nd! Stick to him, quotha! Easier said than done—is it not? And yet you've been riding all manner of[...]knees has slipped over the pad, and your stirrup is swinging loose. Good night, sweet prince. And aw[...]e you to clear as soon as you can get your saddle Such is life. Satan approached, carrying his negativel[...] |
| [...]e bung blight in both eyes. All the other fellers is out. Mrs. Bodysark”—and his grin deepe[...] |
| [...]rust you have n't forgotten the trifle that there is between us, and the terms of our agreement?” “T'm not likely to forget. Take that chair. I've got such fun here.” He had sliced some corks into flat d[...]tself up as it went on. That 's one idea. Another isis?” replied the young fellow hotly. “Pos[...] |
| [...]ow you at the first glance. Your name's Collins—is n't it? You might remember me passing by y[...] |
| [...]which contained the tobacco. “I see Alf Jones is gone, Moriarty,” I remarked, after a pause—th[...]ws have always sane spots in their heads; and Alf is particularly lucky in that respect. There'[...] |
| [...]hours before. She had said that, though you were such a wonderful talker, you were surprisingly reticent respecting your own former life, and your family connections, and the place you c[...]Love's Labour Lost, when the mis-delivered letter is handed to Lord Boyet to read, he says:— This letter is mistook; it importeth none here; It is writ to Jaquenetta. That, of course, sett[...] |
| My vicar repeated it. (Which is more than I can do.) “Well, that ought to drum[...]But I'm honestly sorry to have been forced to put such an office on you, Moriarty. Indeed, I wonder how you could have the nerve to tell such a yarn in a woman's hearing.” “Friendship, o[...]n. It's a failure so far as that goes. Certain as life.” “Well, Moriarty, if dishonour has no effec[...]ime over one barren pupil. Poverty, for instance, is disgrace without dishonour; Michael-and-Georgeship is dishonour without disgrace. In cases like mine, t[...]candal.” “That's just what the whole station is doing at the present time,” replied my legate u[...], and Nelson, and myself; and you can depend your life on us to keep it jigging. No, I'm wrong; Montgome[...]!‘ says he, in a voice that made me jump; 'what is this story I hear of Collins? Now, no shuf[...] |
| [...]e boy who forgets his catechism. The meal- signal is the real Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame; the Greek inv[...]surely as wise men; for neither folly nor wisdom is proof against its spell. Just then, two s[...] |
| [...]I'm only a caller, like yourself. Moriarty, here, is the storekeeper.” “D! ye want ony han[...] |
| [...]r's free-and-easy hospitality toward the swagman. Such things were, and are; but I would n't advi[...] |
| [...]That bloke as spoke las’, 'e's got more hunder 'is 'at nor a six-'underd- an'-fo'ty-hacre paddick fu[...]the 'osses comes hin, 'e looks roun' an' ses to 'is labour, a-stannin' aside the kerridge, 'Ca[...] |
| [...]ose and advanced to his mate's side. “An' wha! is't ye're sayin’ till ma face, Andraw?” he aske[...]man; “but I never done a injury to nobody in my life, so fur as I'm aware about.” “What di[...] |
| [...]y of rations. “Vhere iss de (adj.) von?—vhere is de (adj.) autre? All mix—eh? De cohnseer[...] |
| [...]thered from Tom Armstrongs's prompt acceptance of such alibi evidence, touching myself, as would have me[...]erious Motive of Nature's all- pervading Soul. In such mental organisms, opinion, once deflected tangen[...]stubborn orbit of its own. But the Absolute Truth is so large, and human opinion so small, that[...] |
| [...]owing that each of these was acting a part to me. Such is life, my fellow- mummers—just like a poor player, th[...]ll witticism to the further effect that its story is a tale told by a vulgarian, full of slang[...] |
| [...]e proportional intensity of sunlight to moonlight is subject to fluctuations from many causes and is therefore variously stated. The highest accepted ratio is 600,000 to 1; the lowest, 200,000 to I. A[...] |
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| [...]ent of hyperbole be called respectable. But there is a grim, fakeer-like pleasure in any renunciation[...], fatally governed by an inveterate truthfulness, is wayward enough to overbear all hope of loc[...] |
| SUCH IS LIFE |
| CHAPTER I UNEMPLOYED at last! Scientifically, such a contingency can never have befallen of itself.[...]on, however narrow and feeble, across the path of such fellow- pilgrims as have led lives more sedentary[...]phs which he virtually forces me to write; and he is hereby invited to view his own feather on[...] |
| [...]afford to the observant reader a fair picture of Life, as that engaging problem has presented itself to[...]shut my eyes while I open the book at random. It is the week beginning with Sunday, the 9th of[...] |
| [...]the ceremony of a Bedouin introduction — (This is my friend, N or M; if he steals anything, I will[...]ina—I shall describe the group, severally, with such succinctness as may be compatible with my somewha[...]as poets feign, nearer to heaven than in maturer life. And, wide as Riverina is, we often encountered fortuitously, and were alwa[...]; strong, lithe, graceful, and not too big—just such a man as your novelist would picture as the nurse[...], as I plainly stated at the outset, incapable of such romancing, I must register Dixon as one wh[...] |
| [...]e height of this table; he was Old Price then; he is Old Price still; and he will probably be Old Price when my head is dredged with the white flour of a blameless life, and I am pottering about with a stick, ha[...] |
| [...]“I forgit what the (irrelevant expletive) that is.” “The true secret of England's greatness[...]a similar potency of adjective. “Well, this is about the last place God made,” growled[...] |
| ought to be able to tell us where the safest grass is, considering he's had a load in from the station.[...]ll you what I come over for, Alf: They say things is middlin' hot here on Runnymede; an' we're in a (s[...]t what to do with our frames to-night. Our wagons is over there on the other track, among the pines. W[...]t it?” “Please yourself about that.” “Is the ram-paddick safe?”. “No.” “Is there enough water in the tank at the sele[...] |
| [...]les farther still; whilst a perisher on the plain is seldom hard to find in a bad season, when the country is stocked for good seasons. Runnymede home s[...] |
| [...]of professional etiquette and his extreme thrift, is neither admired nor caressed by the somewhat sele[...]rand-looking beast, that black one the half-caste is riding.” “By Jove, yes,” replied Willough[...]ring to the discussion we had this morning—that is the class of horse we mount in our light cavalry.[...]eaded galoot, riding the bag of bones beside him, is what you would call excellent war-material?” I[...]ollins,” replied the whaler. “Nature produces such men expressly for rank and file; and I sho[...] |
| sort o' swap. Now this mare's a Patriarch, she is; and you might n't think it. I won this here sadd[...]might n't think it to look at her jist now. Fact is, boss, she wants a week or a fortnit spell. Could[...]lithe, active lad of eighteen—had joined us. “Is it swappin' ye want wi' decent men? Sure thon poo[...]me, being three agin wan. A b'lee some o' me ribs is bruk.” “I'm sorry to hear that,”[...] |
| [...]a match fur Dolly this menny's the day. How oul' is she, sur?” “Six, this spring.” “Ay-[...]ketch, an' as quite as ye plaze.” “How old is he, Mr. M'Nab?” “He must be purty oul', he[...]don't want till git red iv the baste, sich as he is,” replied M'Nab resentfully. “But A want thon[...]istaner thing nor lavin' a man on his feet, so it is.” “See anything wrong with the hors[...] |
| [...]in reply. “Divil a wan o' me knows. Mebbe he is, begog. Sure A hed n't him long enough fur till f[...]our to my heart. “Och, now, lave this! Boot! isis just what you see. You may as well tell me what's[...]ht. There! I've swore it.” “Well, the mare is as good as gold,” I reiterated. “She's one am[...]ap; my excuses are—first, that, having made few such good bargains during the days of my vanity, the memory is a pleasant one; and, second, that the hors[...] |
| [...]'ell. It's got to come. No matter how tight rails is shouldered, they'll spring some; an' if ev[...] |
| [...]e-tenths of the squatters do, and this Montgomery is one of the nine. You're a bit sarcastic. How long is it since you were one of the cheekiest grass-stea[...]'ve a choice between two dirty transactions—one is, to let the bullocks starve, and the other is to steal grass for them. For my own part, I'm sic[...]frying-pan into the fire. Wonder if any allowance is made for bullock drivers?—or are they supposed to be able to make enough money to retire into some decent life before they die? Well, thank God for one g[...] |
| [...]half a slant. I notice, the more swellisher a man is, the more miserabler he is about a bite o' grass for a team, or a fee[...] |
| [...]n't keep your eyes open,” retorted Thompson. “Is n't it well known that a grog-seller's money never gets to his children? Is n't it well known that if you mislead a woman, a[...]ient to your parents, something'll happen to you? Is n't it well known that Sabbath-breaking brings a[...]do. Mark my words.” “The Jackdaw of Rheims is a case in point,” remarked Willoughby aside to[...], I dunno what the (complicated expletive) a cuss is! I'll get a blanket fer to lay on,” he a[...] |
| [...]the cube root—or the square of the hypotenuse, is it? I forget the exact term, but no matter[...] |
| they don't prove there's a curse on me, then there's no such thing as proof in this world.” Price cleared[...]hand. ‘Friend,’ said the student quietly, ‘is that thine own hare or a wig?’ The joke,[...] |
| [...]t in regard o' health, but she was disfigured for life; she had to wear a crape veil down to her mouth.[...]in my mind to-night.” “And the poor girl—is |
| [...]im. As a general rule, the more uncivilised a man is, till you come right down to the level of the blackfellow, the better bushman he is; but I must say this of Thingamybob, that he come[...]in the march of conversation—“Who the (sheol) is this Thingamybob—bar sells?” “I wish some[...], and the hundreds of natural diseases that flesh is subject to, as the poet says.” “Lis'n that[...]id overhearing the conversation which sprang into life the moment my back was turned ---- “My[...] |
| [...]th an axe. Then start him at any civilised work—such as splicing a loop on a wool rope, or maki[...] |
| [...]mory elicited a half-suppressed sigh. “There is nothing unreasonable in that phenomenon,” remar[...]her the reverse. Probably the person you speak of is a gentleman. Now, the man who is a gentleman by birth and culture—by which I mea[...]ity, but has graduated, so to speak, in society—such a one has every advantage in any conceivable situ[...]ur Australian aristocracy. How do you account for such a man being reduced to solicit the demd pa[...] |
| [...]Burke was dotin'. Wants a youngfeller, with some life in him, for to boss a expegition; an' on top o' B[...]t for it, no road.” “Another singular thing is that you'll never read a word against him,” add[...]get into print.” “De mortuis nil nisi bonum is an excellent maxim, Thompson,” remarked Willoughby. “It is that,” retorted Mosey. “Divil a fear but they'll nicely bone anythin' in the shape o' credit. Toffs is no slouches at barrickin' for theyre own push. An[...]e country that Burke was over, and heard all that is to be known of the expedition. And Bob's a man th[...]gets down here into civilisation .” “There is |
| “Your allusion to Athens is singularly happy,” replied the whaler; “but y[...]' it was touch-an'-go another time. But the place is worth a bit o' risk.” “No; both time[...] |
| [...]n? I find, Thompson, that the tariff of your wool is exactly sevenpence half-penny per ton per mile. Y[...]day's journey,” sighed Thompson. ----“that is two pounds ten. Now,—all things considered—an[...]one pound, appears to me by no means ruinous. It is not to be mentioned in comparison with oth[...] |
| [...]s mind like a wet melon-seed. [Yet the solution is simple. The up-country man is decidedly openhanded; he will submit to crushing[...]ircles—in a word, the smallest of his many sins is parsimony. But the penal suggestiveness of trespa[...]'s my (adj.) religion.” “So far as dummying is concerned.” said I; “no one except the[...] |
| [...]t; and in all probability they're gone to heaven. Such is life, boys.” “Anyhow, they ain't goin' to troubl[...]r,” rejoined Mosey complacently. “Theyre toes is turned up. Lis'n!—that's the sound I like to he[...]ations in his capacious first stomach. “Grass isis ever so safe.” Then I disposed my possum rug[...]he evening with a series of gestes and apothegms, such as must not tarnish these pages—Willoughby occa[...]ervice with a fescennine anecdote, beginning, 'It is related that, on one occasion, the late Ma[...] |
| [...]r himself under normal conditions of back-country life. Urbane address, faultless syntax, even that good[...]or the pioneer, in vocations which have been the life-work of the latter. O, the wearisome nonsense of this kind which is remorselessly thrust upon a docile public! And wh[...]reasonable than its antithesis. Without doubt, it is easier to acquire gentlemanly deportment than axe[...]of Art, viewed in conjunction with the brevis of Life, makes it at least reasonable that when a man has[...]nvolve corresponding penalties. Human ignorance is, after all, more variable in character than in extent. Each sphere of life, each occupation, is burdened with its own special brand of this unhap[...]. To remove one small section of inborn ignorance is a life-work for any man. ‘Ignorance, madam, pure ignor[...]is definition). Ignorance, reader, pure ignorance is what debars you from conversing fluently a[...] |
| [...]nty years of age, to polish his own boots, yet he is now, mentally and physically, a man fit for anyth[...]ning. Remember, however, that our present subject is not the ‘gentleman’ of actual life. He is an unknown and elusive quantity, merging insensib[...], and in all degrees of definiteness. Our subject is that insult to common sense, that childish slap i[...]of service and self- sacrifice, in which he that is chief shall be servant, and he that is greatest of all, servant of all. And it is surely time to notice the threepenny braggadocio[...]s pure as grace, as infinite as man may undergo—is carefully contradistinguished from the ‘[...] |
| helpless potterer; he may be a man of spotless life, able and honest; but he must on no account be a[...]s, a workman amongst workmen. The ‘gentleman’ is not necessarily gentle; but he is necessarily genteel. Etymology is not at fault here; gentility, and gentility alone, is the qualification of the ‘gentleman.’ No doubt it is very nice to see a ‘gentleman’ who, when drun[...]t will someone suggest a more pitiable sight than suchis to settle down thankfully into the innocent occup[...]ged father of any amateur elocutionist whose name is Norval on the Grampian Hills. Of such reduced ‘gentlemen’ it is often said that their education becomes their curse. Here is another little subterfuge. This is one of those taking expressions which are repeate[...]pie till they seem to acquire axiomatic force. It is such men's ignorance—their technical ignorance—that is their curse. Education of any kind never was, and never can be, a curse to its possessor; it is a curse only to the person whose interest lies in[...]sessor. Erudition, even in the humblest sphere of life, is the sweetest solace, the unfailing refuge, of the[...]well enough to make a living by it, his education is simply outclassed, overborne, and crushed by his[...]and acquaintances. When the twofold excellence of such ambidexters is not stultified by selfishness, you have in them a[...]heir Creator might pronounce the judgment that it is very good. Move heaven and earth, then, to multiply that ideal by the number of the population. The thing is, at least, theoretically possible; for it is in no way necessary that the manual worker should[...]t from his rightful heirship of all the ages. Nor is it any more necessary that the social aris[...] |
| useless, as he generally is—should hold virtual monopoly of the elegancies of life. But the commonplace ‘gentleman’ of fiction[...]oung. In time to come, no doubt, the amenities of life will appear—for you have some magnificent priva[...]ork—business—and so forth. Cultivated leisure is a thing practically unknown. However, the country is merely passing through a necessary phase of devel[...]a hundred-fold. Now, if the State would carry out such a system—by Heaven! Collins, you would s[...] |
| “Victoria, I know, is called the Cabbage Garden,” rejoined Willoughby[...]toria, you can form no conception of what England is. Among the upper middle classes—to which I belonged—the money-making proclivity is held in very low esteem, I assure you. Our solicitude is to make ourselves mutually agreeable; and the natural result isis the secret of it.” “Beg parding,” interpo[...]gittin' over it. Good idear, ain't it?” “It is a good idea,” I replied. “I'm glad you laid m[...]l the change very acutely.” “I do. But what is the use of grumbling? Ver non semper viret. No doubt you are surprised to see me in my present position. It is owing, in the first place, to a curious combinati[...]f Ireland. Independently of the title, our family is many centuries older than the other. We spell our[...]ineage. ----“without the final ‘e.’ There is a manifest breach of trust in creation of[...] |
| [...]should be no new creations to supply the place of such titles as might lapse through extinction of families.” “And is there no remedy for this?” I asked. “None w[...]a fair start,” I suggested. “Pardon me—it is impossible for you to enter into the feelings of[...]of a gentleman. As a casual illustration of what is amusingly, though somewhat provokingly, ignored h[...]ame funds. However, to proceed with a story which is, perhaps, not without interest. I left Mel[...] |
| [...]of'en heard o' the (adj.) stuff. What the (sheol) is it used in?” “In commerce, principally, Mo[...]his company, I think, on two occasions.” “Is he a very old man?” “No; the old gentleman is his father—Thomas Winterbottom—hale, sturdy o[...]lds any Government situation. His private fortune is fully sufficient for all demands of even good soc[...]l be your man.” “Very likely. An invalid—is he not? Something wrong with his lungs?” |
| [...]kness half-veiled the sordid accessories of daily life below. Yet I noticed that the hammock under the r[...]I heard the distant patter of a galloping horse. Such a sound at such a time is ominous to duffing bullock drivers; so, as[...] |
| [...]n't see twenty yards. But I say—Mrs. Beaudesart is sorting out her own old wedding toggery; s[...] |
| [...]since this day week; and his greatest pleasure in life is prowling round when he ought to be asleep.” |
| [...]arked something incongruous in Bum's ownership of such a piece of furniture. But being always, I trust,[...]t ketch me havin' nothin' wrong o' me when things is”---- “No, begad! no you don't!—tak[...] |
| according to the old”---- Then such a cataract of obscenity and invective from Price[...]except when the latter offers him food. But there is always some penalty attached to the posses[...] |
| [...]lives depended on it—which, to tell the truth, is not much of an exag--- - Hello! where's Da[...] |
| [...]n to be coming on foot from that direction. There is a limit to the dignified sufficiency even[...] |
| [...]so's he can't budge if it was to save his (adj.) life.” Willoughby, with the yoke on his shoulder,[...]gone. Eve's curse on Cain, in Byron's fine drama, is mere balderdash to what followed on Dixon's part.[...]well-meant efforts on your behalf—as, begad! it is now the only consideration which restrains”—[...]nsense, Dixon,” said I pleasantly; “the horse is not annoying you. Ah! Willoughby; Ne ultra[...] |
| [...]ed and mutually considerate friends on the track. Such is life. Thompson and Cooper, now ready for the road, w[...]yle, “thou wert condemned to be hanged— which is probably less than thou deservest—thou w[...] |
| [...], on'y for bein' too busy doin' nothing. Laziness is catchin'. That's why I hate a lot o' felle[...] |
| [...]worth shed on a Friday; Thompson, untrammelled by such superstition, contended that the misadventure was[...]d himself on the ground beside the tucker-box. “Is this Martin?”—for the man on the grey[...] |
| [...]our friends'll like you the better, as the sayin' is,” said Cooper, handing him a pannikin.[...] |
| [...]hree ton of dynamite for Broken Hill. Do you know is it gone yet?” “Not when I left,” r[...] |
| [...]roximate percentage of happiness, virtue, &c., in Life. But whilst writing the annotations on Sept. 9th[...]s to the impossibility of getting the dialogue of such dramatis personae into anything like printable fo[...]a snip and away. This will prospect the gutter of Life (gutter is good) at different points; in other words, it wil[...]and the no less judicious writer; for the former is thereby tacitly warned against any expectation of[...]secured against disappointment, whilst the latter is relieved from the (to him) impossible task[...] |
| [...]n abrupt change of soil, though the uniform level is maintained. Here you enter upon a region presen[...]r. Which goes to show that regularity of rainfall is not ensured by copious growth of timber.[...] |
| [...]d a tank without any trouble. (Remember that this is a recital of what happened long before the[...] |
| [...]water than we can, though they make better use of such faculties as they possess. I have tested t[...] |
| [...]exhaustively, time after time; and this instance is cited, not controversially, but because it has to[...]l and a well-informed man,” remarked Ward. “Is he either of the two?” asked Broome. “My beli[...]nickname,” replied Andrews. “His proper name is Rory O'Halloran.’ “Rory O'Halloran!” I re[...]is own inoffensive way; and she leads him a dog's life. One kid. Likely you knew him on Moogoojin[...] |
| [...]ver, was keeping me supplied with the luxuries of life—such as flour, spuds, tea, sugar, tobacco—whilst tur[...]s conversation he employed the Armagh accent with such slavish fidelity as to make it evident tha[...] |
| [...]erely for the sake of information, but because it is a question which affects the moral health of our[...]round the globe, and tainted a young nation. It is no question of doctrine. There is a greater difference between the |
| [...]become Irish in the second generation. The reason is plain. Devil-worship—the cult of Fear—was the[...]Ireland during the 18th century, and indeed there is not much to be known. An Irish Parliament, consis[...], legislated as men do when the personal equation is allowed to pass unchecked. Meanwhile the agent collected such rents as he could get, with an occasional[...] |
| [...]to the union and prosperity of Ireland.’ That is part of a resolution carried with only two dissen[...]ors of those hostile creeds got drunk together in such amity. This is a historical fact which cannot be too often repea[...]cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.’ But the Volunteer[...] |
| [...]turally appealed to the highest sentiments (which is saying extremely little) of a Protestant half-pop[...], though not the most flagrant in modern history, is undeniably the vilest. 'Who,' asks Job, 'can bring a clean thing out of an unclean?' And his answer is superfluous. A fixed resolution to avoid the ve[...]f these irrelevancies, to confuse the main issue, is not to be wondered at, seeing that Orangeism itself is based, in a large, general way, on the Bib[...] |
| [...]to a Royal grant as its source; the authority for such grant being the Papal bull aforesaid, and the val[...]on the Pope's temporal power. Now, the Orangeman is prepared to die in his last hiding-place in vindi[...]sh domination, that rests on the Papal bull, that is warranted by the Pope's temporal power, that lay[...]. To be sure, provided a title be safe, its value is not affected though it may have emanated f[...] |
| [...]had absolutely no money, nor was I likely to have such a thing in my possession till the forty-ac[...] |
| [...]ould satisfy his moral requirements. Drastic, but such is life. I had a letter from him a month afterwa[...] |
| [...]” “Perturbation,” I suggested. “How far is his hut from here?” “Twelve mile. Le[...] |
| [...]eft, in the direction of Lindsay's paddock. It is not in our cities or townships, it is not in our agricultural or mining areas, that the[...]ins full consciousness of his own nationality; it is in places like this, and as clearly here as at th[...]To me this wayward diversity of spontaneous plant life bespeaks an unconfined, ungauged potentiality of[...]y and exuberance, yet sheltering little of animal life beyond half-specialised and belated types, anachr[...]savage. Faithfully and lovingly interpreted, what is the latent meaning of it all? Our virgi[...] |
| [...]to the ever-living Present. The mind retires from such speculation, unsatisfied but impressed. Gravely[...]lawful solicitude and imperative responsibility—is exempt from many a bane of territorial rather than racial impress. She is committed to no usages of petrified injustice; she is clogged by no fealty to shadowy idols, enshrined by Ignorance, and upheld by misplaced homage alone; she is cursed by no memories of fanaticism and persecution; she is innocent of hereditary national jealousy, and fre[...]ast, though glozed beyond all semblance of truth, is a clinging heritage of canonised ignorance, bruta[...]y not be justly held accursed. For though history is a thing that never repeats itself—since[...] |
| [...]armin' in Victoria,” he replied. “An' Collins is a purty common name, so it is; an' A did n't hear yer Chris'n name at all at al[...]of variety to the thirteen preceding years of my life, I yielded myself to the lulling influence of his[...]t interminably on the statistics of the station—such as the percentage of lambs for each year s[...] |
| [...]'65; and he dwelt on that epoch-marking work with such minuteness of detail, and such confident mastery of names, dates, and so forth,[...]odest reticence on other subjects of interest. It is a morally upsetting thing, for instance, to disco[...]ees of the British Peerage, has spent most of his life as a clerk in the Heralds' College. But[...] |
| [...]he activity of the wood-heap. To everything there is a time and a season; and the tactical moment for weary approach to a dwelling is just when fades the glimmering landscape on the s[...]ark what followed, for, like Falstaff's story, it is worth the marking. [Each undertaking, great or[...]tiny—at least, as far as the Ghost's commission is concerned, and this covers the whole drama. He is master and umpire of his circumstances, so that w[...]istance. But subsequent to that point of time, he is no longer the arbiter of his own situation, but r[...]es have become so lopsided that practically there is only one course open. The initial exercise of jud[...]conscious of his own impotence, to where the rest is silence. The turning-point is where Hamlet engages the Players to enact the Mur[...]d enclose all the secondary alternatives of after life. A minor-alternative may exhaust itself in one mi[...]he world in which he lives. The major-alternative islife is concerned—to the dominion of what we cal[...] |
| [...]decision which fixed his fate, recognising it as such an alternative. Thus:— Put out the light, and[...]st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is the Promethean heat That can thy light relume. W[...]t needs must wither. Also he perceives that it is a major-alternative which confronts him; and he c[...]eding atrocities which mark his career as king. Such momentous alternatives are simply the voluntary r[...]r there's a Divinity that afterwards shapes them, is a question which each inquirer may decide for him[...]. And that the spontaneous sway of this Influence is toward harmony—toward the smoothing of obstacle[...]xiom that “Nature reverts to the norm,” there is a recognition of this restorative tendency; and the religious aspect of the same truth is expressed in the proverb that “God is Love.” For the grass will grow where Attila's horse has trod, while that objectionable Hun himself is represented by a barrow-load of useful fertiliser[...]at this always comes about by law of Cause (which is Human Free-will) and Effect (which is Destiny)—never by sporadic intervention. Yet a[...]ixed issue of present effect from foregone cause; such cause having been perpetually directed and[...] |
| [...]ntive. He tosses a shekel. “Head—I go and see life; tail—I stay at home. Head it is.” The alternative is accepted; whereupon Destiny puts in her spoke, bringing such vicissitudes as are inevitable on the initial opt[...]t—I crawl back home; dry—I see it out. Wet it is.” So he goes, to meet the ring, and the robe, a[...]given him a welcome. But the earlier alternative is following him up, for the farm is gone! The old man himself cannot undo the effect[...]n allegorical form. The misty expanse of Futurity is radiated with divergent lines of rigid steel; and[...]p or down the way of your own choosing. But there is no stopping or turning back; and until you have passed the current section there is no divergence, except by voluntary catastrophe. Another junction flashes into sight, and again your choice is made; negligently enough, perhaps, but still with[...]seems a mere trifle; but, in reality, the switch is that wizard-wand which brings into evidence such corollaries of life as felicity or misery, peace or tribulation, hono[...]one except the anchorite lives to himself; and he is merely a person who evades his responsibil[...] |
| [...]a self- sufficient lord of creation, whose house is thatched when his hat is on, you have become one of a Committee of Ways an[...]r adopts the alternative which appears to promise such a line, but Its previsions are more often wrong than right; and, in such cases, the irresistible momentum of the Destiny c[...]ng a line of the greatest conceivable resistance. Is n't history a mere record of blundering option, f[...]ng alternative, the “least resistance” theory is gratuitously sound; beyond that, it is misleading. However, all this must be taken as re[...]eopatra at liberty. “And the way that the place is kept reflects the very highest credit upon[...] |
| [...]can grow the right sort of children here! How old is the little girl?” My custom is to ask a mother the age of her child, and then ex[...]th the expression of a man whose cup of happiness is wastefully running over. I had leisure to obser[...]specially marks the highest type of a race which is not only non-Celtic but non-Aryan. |
| It is not the Celtic element that makes the Irish peopl[...]mpulsive love, yet a broken reed to lean upon. It is not the Celt who has made Irish history an unexam[...]f devotion and treachery. The Celt, though fiery, is shrewd, sensible, and practical. It has been truly said that Western Britain is more Celtic than Eastern Ireland. But the whole Anglo-Celtic mixture is a thing of yesterday. Before the eagle of the[...]ligious rites. Yet, relatively, this antique race is of last week only. For, away beyond the Celt, pal[...]nt origin and physical characteristics. And there is little doubt that, forced westward by Celtic inva[...]ore capable of organisation, that immemorial race is represented by the true Irish of to- day. The bla[...]olonisations during countless generations. “God is eternal,” says a fine French apothegm, “but man is very old.” And very new. Mary O'Halloran was[...]nature made the bush vocal with pure gladness of life; endowed each tree with sympathy, responde[...] |
| [...]ended here; quite the reverse, for if true family life existed, we should better apprehend the meaning o[...]spontaneous echo of her husband's popularity, it is a sure sign that she has explored the profound depths of masculine worthlessness; and there is no known antidote to this fatal enlightenm[...] |
| [...]the worthy woman. “An' it's little hopes there is iv hur, consitherin' the way she's rairt. Did ive[...]Brave old Rory! Never does erratic man appear to such advantage as when his own intuitive moral[...] |
| [...]ded, A Plea for Woman . “My word, Rory, this is great!” said I, after reading the first long pa[...]your credit. And if ever I go into print—which is most unlikely—I'll refer to this essay in such a way as to whet public curiosity to a feather ed[...]on and Shakespear. Solomon's estimate of woman is shockingly low; and there is no getting away from the truth of it. His baneful evidence has the guarantee of Holy Writ; moreover, it is fully borne out by the testimony of ancien[...] |
| [...]f woman's pre-eminent wickedness in ancient times is traceable to the eating of the apple, when Eve, b[...]On the other hand, Shakespear's estimate of woman is high. And justly so, since his valuation is conclusively endorsed by modern history. Examples[...]tion, and so finding the moment of transition. It is where the Virgin says: “My soul doth m[...] |
| [...]chosen literature to come and go on. And here he is, with his pristine ignorance merely disloc[...] |
| [...], he would command attention. However, one theory is that it was on the lost continent of Atlantis; an[...]sted, but I think the one which meets most favour is the Isle of Kishm, in the Straits of Ormuz, at th[...]at, Tammas, iv ye plaze.” I briefly rehearsed such relevant information as I possessed, whilst Rory[...]hered up proofs, an' proofs, an' proofs—How far is |
| [...]r more idays that ye could help me with. Wan iday is about divils. A take this fur a foundation: There[...]done in the wurrld that men 'on't do; an' divils is marcifully put in the flesh an' blood fur till do them sins. ‘Wan iv you is a divil,’ says the Saviour (blessed be His Name[...]r wan be wan. It's a mysthery, Tammas.” “It is indeed.” Whilst replying, I was constrai[...] |
| [...]ed till the man wi' the sandy blight, barr'n this is nat the road till Ivanhoe.” “My word, Rory[...]are fur me till nat see him, consitherin' me eyes isis, straight ahead—the biggest of the three that y[...]it's a different colour?” “'Deed ay, so it is. A wouldn't be onaisy, Tammas; it's har'ly likely[...]l homely and peaceful in the silent sunshine. But such is life, and such is death. |
| [...]can. I'll ride back, and see Mr. Spanker. How far is it to where that swag is on the fence?” “About—well, about seven m[...]ons of my diary-record; but the rest of the story is soon told. Mr. Spanker, as a Justice of Pe[...] |
| [...]lure—after breaking the record of the district. Such is life. |
| [...]have undeniably been, the 9th of November, '83, is one of those which I feel least satisfaction in[...]reasons which will too soon become manifest, it is expedient to conceal the exact locality of[...] |
| [...]t we might suggest that mens sana in corpore sano is not an infallible rule. Late in the evening the m[...]d Mr. H—'s homestead. The trackers aver that he is accorpanied by a large kaugaroo dog. It is a matter of congratulation that he has so far fai[...]ing topic pronounced his opinion that the lunatic is no other than the late escapee from Beechw[...] |
| [...]pularity would be a sufficient safeguard against such barbarous incendiarism, but of a truth there are[...]orary sanctum, inviting them to come on with what is left of their clue—though at the same time keep[...]V----, a boundary rider on B---- Station, N.S.W., is one of my very oldest acquaintances. Away back in[...]g vouchsafed to him. His fidelity to B— Station is like that which ought to distinguish somebody's w[...]but no matter. The mere ownership of the property is a matter of perfect indifference to Charley. When the place changes hands, he is valued and sold as part of the working pla[...] |
| [...]e hut, three or four miles north from the Murray, is the very headquarters of hospitality. He has some[...]out (without interest or security) though his pay is only fifteen shillings a week—with ten, ten, two, and a quarter—and he is anything but a miser. Many people would like a leaf out of his book. It is my privilege to be able to furnish this, though i[...]g received the information in confidence. Here it is: In a bend, on the north bank of the Murray, a few miles from Charley's hut, is a tract, about a hundred acres in extent, of fine[...]t spot, no horse would ever try to get away. This is all the information I feel justified in giving.[...]ure of a swagman approaching from the west—that is, coming up the river. I kept the glass in[...] |
| [...]of established efficiency in ethical emergencies such as this. Then laying the pipe, so to speak, on th[...]flight into regions of the Larger Morality. This is its hobby—caught, probably, from some society o[...]ame a kind of storage-battery, or accumulator, of such truths as ministers of the Gospel cannot afford to preach. Ah! (moralised the pipe) the man who spends his life in actual hardship seldom causes a trumpet to be blown before him. He is generally, by heredity or by the dispensation of Providence, an ornament to the lower walks of life; therefore his plea, genuine if ungrammatical, is heard only at second-hand, in a fragmentary and garbled form. Little wonder, then, that such a plea is received with felicitous self-gratulation, or pas[...]n fitly teach, and which he, the experienced one, is usually precluded from teaching by his inability[...]ughts that glow, and words that burn, albeit with such sulphurous fumes that, when uttered in a p[...] |
| [...]thographical inability, or Irish pride—the half is never told; therefore, as a rule, the reading public is acquainted only with sketchy and fallacious pictu[...]bitter the hardship, the more unmixed and cordial is the ignominy lavished by the elect upon the sufferer—always provided the latter is one of the non-elect, and more particularly if he is a swagman. Yet this futureless person is the man who pioneers all industries; who discover[...]ck in the effort to hold his shoulders together—is the certainty that in six months he will scrape a[...]ortably on the more temperate stratum beneath; he is the man who, with some incoherent protest and bec[...]amely, the Business Man. The successful pioneer is the man who never spared others; the forgotten pioneer is the man who never spared himself, but, being a fo[...]o live in, and omitted to gather moss. The former is the early bird; the latter is the early worm. Like Rosalind's typical traveller[...]r always brown and wrinkled, and generally dirty. Life is too short to admit of repeated blunders in the nu[...]ey, and, like him, had not where to lay his head, is gone, according to His own parable, into a[...] |
| we can ever know, is by His own authority represented for all time by[...]which prompts a persecuted animal to preserve its life for further persecution—such a person, I say, can have no place among the Arch[...]of the person most concerned. In a word, poverty is, in the eyes of the orthodox Christian, a hell in[...]great institution of poverty (ruminated the pipe) is too often referred to in this large, loose way. T[...]its two opposite extremes of moral quality. There is a voluntary poverty, which is certainly the least base situation you can occupy whilst you crawl between heaven and earth, and which is not so rare as your sordid disposition might lead you to imagine. There is also a compulsory poverty, shading down from disc[...]xical as it may appear, the contented sub-variety is the opposing pole to voluntary poverty. The discontented sub-variety is the perpetual troubler of the world, by reason of[...]lls entirely short. Compulsory- contented poverty is utterly, irredeemably despicable, and, by necessi[...]phemous—not because its style of glorifying God is to place His conceded image exactly at the[...] |
| [...]istorted loyalty staining our old, sad earth with life-blood of opposing loyalty, while each side fights[...]—in view of all these things, I cannot think it is anything worse than a locally-seated and curable[...]atical axiom. And this special brand of ignorance is even more rampant amongst those educated asses wh[...]circle of Time, the briefness of a centenarian's life; and yet the giddiest pitch of human effrontery d[...]gh changing cycles till some transcendent purpose is fulfilled. The “love of equality”—th[...] |
| [...]inherit, that sad rear-guard whose besetting sin is poverty. Yet John Knox's wildest travesty of eter[...]n class and class: on one side, the redemption of life, education, refinement, leisure, comfort; on the[...]eary myriads. Your conception of heavenly justice is found in the concession of equal spiritual birthr[...]dividual worthlessness or deliberate refusal. Why isis done in heaven,” she tacitly countenances widen[...]undane perdition of poverty's thousand penalties. Is God's will so done in heaven? While the Church te[...]ce than falsehood; better no religion at all—if such lack be possible—than one which concedes equal[...]what was purely local and contemporaneous, there is not one count in the long impeachment of t[...] |
| [...]of Court-moths and professional assassins, but it is no longer the cross of Christ. Eighteen-and-a-hal[...]d down. And whilst the world's most urgent need is a mission of sternest counsel and warning, from t[...], she has reason to complain that the working man is too rational to imbibe her teachings on the bless[...]the Kingdom of God fades into a myth. Yet there is nothing Utopian (pleaded the pipe) in the charter of that kingdom—in the sunshiny Sermon on the Mount. It is no fanciful conception of an intangible order of things, but a practical, workable code of daily life, adapted to any stage of civilisation, and delive[...]nal Idea, the outcome of that inimitable teaching is merely the consummation of prophetic forec[...] |
| [...]veness takes counsel against the revolution which is to make all things new. And shall this opposition[...]bribery, and force—prevail till the fatal line is once more passed, and you await the Titus sword t[...]not. For a revolt undreamt of by your forefathers is in progress now—a revolt of enlightenment again[...]eous literature (continued the pipe thoughtfully) is our surest register of advance or retrogression;[...]nt in all publications of more than a century ago is a tacit acceptance of irresponsible lordsh[...] |
| [...]is unpleasantness (concluded the infatuated pipe) is called in the Hebrew tongue, Armageddon.[...] |
| is acute; the former, chronic. “Coming from Moam[...]the other side of the river?” “Eh?” “Is n't the Vic. side the best for work?” I shouted[...]much chance of a man makin' a rise the way things is now. Dunno what the country's comin' to. I don't[...]uskeeters; an' there was no more danger nor there is with this fire o' yours. Called me everyth[...] |
| [...]“You're right. It's half the battle. Wust of it is, you can't stick to a mate when you got him. I wa[...]ns's boots when Tom ketches him. Scotch chap, Tom is. Well, after bin had like this, we went out on th[...]of Joe Collins. To a student of nominology, this is a most unhappy combination. Joseph denotes sneaking hypocrisy, whilst Collins is a guarantee of probity. Fancy the Broad Arrow |
| [...]I on'y got a sort o' rough idear where this mill is; an' there ain't many people this side o' the river to inquire off of; an' my eyes isis as easy as falling off a playful moke. Such is life.” The longer I smoked, the more charmed I was[...]brought forth out of his treasury. For philosophy is no warrant against destitution, as biography amply vouches. Neither is tireless industry, nor mechanical skill, nor arti[...]shrewdest; and not even then, if a person's mana is off. Neither is the saintliest piety any safeguard. If the[...] |
| [...]you a column of these emirs' names. And if there is one impudent interpolation in the Bible, it is to be found in the last chapter of that ancient B[...]a laceration that nothing but death could heal. Is there any rich man who cannot imagine a combinati[...]o before this day week; and my view of the matter is, that if I become not the bridge as well as anoth[...]moment, or be dragged down by another. And this is as it ought to be. Justice is done, and the sky does not fall. For, from a high[...]intention and human ideal. Vicissitude of fortune is the very hand of “the Eternal, not ourselves, t[...]an knows when his own turn may come. But all this is strictly conditional. Collective humanity holds[...]ed in colours that never fade. The kingdom of God is within us; our all-embracing duty is to give it form and effect, a local habita[...] |
| [...]ne of mutual injury and ignominy. Eternal justice is in no hurry for recognition, but flesh and blood will assuredly tire before that principle tires. It is precisely in relation to the palingenesis of Humanity that, to the unseen Will, one day is said to be as a thousand years, and a thousand ye[...]rejudice, nor darkened by ignorance; but the work is man's alone, and its period rests with man. My[...]guest. (Of course, my object in recording it here is simply to kill time; for, to speak like a[...] |
| [...]one of the most useless beings I ever knew (which is saying a lot). Some men, by their very aspect, se[...]rateful to him. He could converse with a Bench in such terms of respectful camaraderie, yet with such suggestiveness of an Old Guard in reserve,[...] |
| [...]cisms on the weather, I had by this time obtained such ascendency over the meddlesome and querulous part[...]at fact, namely, that the course of each person's life is directed by his ever-recurring option, or electio[...]my determination; for a perfectly-balanced engine is more likely to go wandering off a straight line t[...]hat the tree was ong root, I merely mean to imply such importance in that portion of its substance that[...]ttached than as a tree with a root attached. This is the aspect it still retains in my mind. |
| [...]ight reach of the river. Now, though the Murray is the most crooked river on earth, its general tendency is directly from east to west. Would n't you, theref[...]reason of having neither scrip nor mammon—under such circumstances, I say, would n't you be very likel[...]o find out which way the river ought to run? That is what I did. It never occurred to my mind that Vic[...]equire no reminder; and to those who have not had such experience, no illustration could convey a[...] |
| [...]d a fire to avail themselves of the smoke, but it is quite a usual thing to see some experienced old s[...]future, restored that equilibrium of temper which is the aim of my life; and I felt cheerful enough as I welcomed[...] |
| [...]“I always thought you were too honourable to do such a thing, Harry,” remarked the other. “Well, now you find your mistake. But this is not a question of honour; it's a question of duty[...]duty. On you go, Jerry, and let's get home. This is painful to a cove of my temperament.” During[...]ked Harry innocently. “Look here: the agreement is that each of you is to give me a kiss, of her own good will. I[...] |
| [...]that a brave man battling with the storms of fate is a sight worthy the admiration of the gods,[...] |
| [...]his. If you have never been bushed, your immunity is by no means an evidence of your cleverness, but rather a proof that your experience of the wilderness is small. If you have been bushed, you will remember[...]It has always been my strong impression that this is very much like the revelation which follows death—that is, if conscious individuality be preserved; a thing[...]econd, or a million centuries, may intervene—it is as certain as anything can be, that, to most of u[...]ds will shine as with the glory of God? This much is certain: that all private wealth, beyond s[...] |
| [...]you skimmed over in that unteachable spirit which is the primary element of ignorance—namely, those[...]was a thousand to one against striking my camp on such a night. Of course, I might have groped my way to[...]of dilemmas like mine, you would understand that such a thing was not to be thought of. I preferred dea[...]e horse. “Hold the reins, sweetest.” “Who is it?” asked the damsel, with apprehension[...] |
| [...]n-n, ehn-n-n!” Sweetest was in tears. “This is ridiculous!” I exclaimed. “Come on, Archie; I[...]his once, and I'll be like a slave the rest of my life.” “Well, mind you don't forget when the fri[...]poor beggar has something on his mind, whoever he is; but he'll have to pay the penalty of his dignity[...]Archie started off at a trot; “for the dignity is like that of Pompey's statue, ‘th' auste[...] |
| [...]gonist suddenly gave tongue. During an eventful life, I have frequently had occasion to observe that when woman finds herself in a tight place, her first impulse is to set the wild echoes flying; whereas, ma[...] |
| never met with in actual life; but by this time I heard the clatter of horses'[...]so long refused to accept rebuff. With ----, man is whole as the marble, founded as the rock, as broa[...]the casing air. Without ----, unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. The----standard is the Labarum of modern civilisation. By thi[...] |
| [...]entirely for his dignity upon a pair of —. But such is life. Approaching the house, I judged by the style o[...]tame by Fortune's blows,” I replied humbly. “Is the boss at home?” “Yes!” she excl[...] |
| [...]etry to the most trifling colloquialism. “There is no darkness but ignorance,” says the pleasantes[...]ness; nay, the more resolute and conscientious he is, the more certainly will he stub his big toe on a[...]to spread with precisely the rapidity of thought, is tardy enough, owing solely to lack of receptivity[...]medium, namely, the human subject. But—and here is the old-man fact of the ages—Light is inherently dynamic, not static; active, not passive: aggressive, not defensive. Therefore, as twice one is two, the momentum of Light, having overbor[...] |
| [...]itself into sunshine yet. Meantime, happy insect is he whose luminosity dispels a modicum of the gene[...]iation pressing on his mind. Ignorance again; but such is life. It was about three-quarters of a mile[...] |
| [...]ut myself can ever know. But the one foible of my life is amiability; and, from the first, I had no intenti[...]ound the whole thing a dream. The dream expedient is the mere romancist's transparent shift—and he is fortunate in always having one at command,[...] |
| [...]k intersected by the drain was bare fallow—that is, land ploughed in readiness for the next year's s[...]ny truth in Touchstone's statement, that “there is much virtue in an 'if'.” Nice customs curtsey[...]hen it suits his comfort. When his royal pleasure is to emulate the lilies of the field, he simply goe[...]this favour they must come at last. Howevers that is their business. My own Royal master can st[...] |
| [...]woven wind” of Dacca. Let me repeat, then, that such a flimsy thing is entirely out of my line, and would have be[...] |
| [...]fficult to express in words. Loyalty to something is an ingredient in our moral constitution; and the[...]bid will be our devotion to the symbol. Any badge is good enough to adore, provided the worship[...] |
| [...]Now, with insignia, as with everything else, it is deprivation only that gives a true sense of value[...]ghtly viewed, I say, that double-barrelled ensign is the proudest gonfalon ever kissed by wanton zephy[...]d points of mighty opposites: the old straw-stack is the baser nature; the mighty opposites are[...] |
| [...]ip the other person's ankles, and hang on till he is dead—dead—dead—and the Lord has mercy on his soul. It is as unreasonable to despise M. de Melbourne[...] |
| [...]enced similar relief. Relief! did I say? The word is much too light for the bore of the matter. There is a story—bearing the unmistakable earmark of a l[...]he Union Jack! That's all. The purpose of the lie is to convey the impression that it is a grand thing to be covered by the flag of[...] |
| [...]residence of Mr. Q----. A man loses no time when such a dog as Pup is at stake. It could n't have been later than hal[...]you, ma'am,” said I affably. “Sultry weather is n't it? I'm looking for a big blue kangaro[...] |
| [...]se for not having given my name at first. My name is Collins—of the New South Wales Civil Service. I[...]ant to ask you how you come to imply that the dog is here? ‘Information received’ was your stateme[...],” I replied sharply, and withal truthfully. “Is my dog here, Mr. Q ----? If he is, I'll take him, and go. I don't want to be[...] |
| [...]little brief authority, so far as I remember But is my dog----” “Do you imply a sarcasm[...] |
| [...]my faculties together, for ne'er had Alpine's son such need. “I've made a study of law, myself, Mr.[...]ee with me that a successful criminal prosecution is a Pyrrhic victory at best. At worst—that is, if you fail to prove your case; and, mind you, i[...]pect any mercy from him. When you think your case is complete, you find the little hitch, the l[...] |
| [...]“One of the obstacles in a position like mine is the thing you just implied, Mr. Connellan,” res[...]centive in reserve, I think you said? Pardon me—is it a sufficient one?” “It don't take much i[...],’ says Machiavelli. What profit would it be to such a scoundrel to do you an injury, Mr. Q----?” “The propertied classes is at the mercy of the thriftless classes,” he rem[...]e her to give you the dog. And a very fine dog he is |
| [...]iful in the thought that respectability, at best, is merely poised—never hard home; and that our cla[...]ishly. “He's a big pup.” “His proper name is ‘The Eton Boy’,” replied the wretch[...] |
| [...]ble.” “Very. I wonder would there have been such a thing as a broken bottle anywhere about the sta[...]ct that the action of the solar rays, focussed by such a medium as I have suggested, will produce ignition—provided, of course, that the inflammable material is in the angle of refraction.” “I don't know,[...]n. Nor are we confined to this supposition. Silex is an element which enters largely into the composition of wheaten straw; and it is worthy of remark that, in most cases where fire is purposely generated by the agency of therm[...] |
| some form of silex is enlisted—flint, for instance, or the silicious covering of endogenous plants, such as bamboo, and so forth. A theory might be built[...]desart came down on me like a thousand of bricks. Such is life. But my difficulties were over for the t[...] |
| [...]d probably connected with buried treasure. Yet it is only the abstract and brief chronicle of a fair[...]ing, an idle mid-day, and a stirring afternoon. Life is largely composed of such uneventful days; and these are therefore most worthy of careful analysis. How easy it is to recall the scene! The Lachlan river, filled by[...]of Mondunbarra and Avondale crosses the plain, is seen a fair example of the mirage—that phenomen[...]ere repetition has made it familiar. But there it is; no smoky-looking film on the plain, no shimmer[...]eal water than in the real fence. The mirage is one of Nature's obscure and cheerless jokes; and in this instance, as in some few others, she is beyond Art. She even assists the illusio[...] |
| [...]sheet of water, miles in extent, though this last is rare. A hot day is not an imperative condition of the true mirage; b[...]must be clear, and the ground thoroughly dry. It is worthy of notice that horses and cattle are entir[...]ew of the general perversity of inanimate things, is, that you never see a mirage when you are watchin[...]os off his comrade's face, and shivering them off such parts of his own body as possessed the requisite[...]y fancy the present annalist lying—or, as lying is an ill phrase, and peculiarly inapplicable just h[...]tawny-haired tigress with slumbrous dark eyes. No such romance for the annalist, poor man. Such, then, was my benevolent and creditable allotment, such my unworthy vagary, at the time this recor[...] |
| [...]lty or to recieve instructions from me which is not practicacable on account of me being in[...]call rest, and soldiers, fatigue; whilst studying such problems as might present themselves for s[...] |
| transitoriness and uncertainty of life did occur to me, as it has done to thinkers and n[...]odity. The unfortunate young fellow, I thought, is a confirmed invalid, sure enough. A trip round th[...]he other hand, it may not; and, if he returns, it is to be hoped that kind hands will soothe his pillo[...]back yard, and everything comfortable. Ah, me! it is the thought of the dove---- “Ha-a-a-ay!”[...]ecote. And something tells me that Jim Quarterman is not likely to forget a certain cavalier wh[...] |
| [...]house. Get thee to a nunnery, Jim. The chalk-mark is on my door; for Mrs. B. has no less than three co[...]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 Bu[...] |
| [...]-stones of their dead selves to higher things, he is simply talking when he ought to be sleeping it of[...]repeat.---- “Ha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ay!” Who is he whose grief bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow makes the ver[...]d toward the bank. “Why, Mosey,” said I, “is that you? How does your honour for this ma[...] |
| [...]jigger, for the heat was still suffocating. “Is there anything more I can do for you just[...] |
| [...]people are satisfied, I'm sure I am.” “Who is she?” I thought; and I was just lapsing into my[...]ing more for me than I would do for you. What day is this?” “Sunday, December the ninth.” He[...]while. “I 've lost count of the days. What time is it?” “Between one and two, I should think. My watch is at the bottom of the Murray.” “After[...] |
| [...]said he, with a quivering groan; “the other arm is just the same, and so are my knees and ankles; an[...]lins. Now I only ask one favour of you—and that is to get out of my sight.” “I'll be back in t[...]m, ought never to go out of sight of a bridge. He is the sort of adventurer that is brought to light, a week afterward, per medium of[...]plan of all—though no hero of romance could do such a thing—is to hang on to the horse's tail. Also, never wait[...]that your mount can swim. Many a man has lost his life through the helpless floundering of a hors[...] |
| [...]ht of the man acted on my moral nature as vinegar is erroneously supposed to act on nitre. I reined-up[...]less damaged state; at other times, the Immovable is scattered to the four winds of heaven in t[...] |
| [...]ing to look at me. “Do you know what day this is?” I inquired magisterially. “Zabbath[...] |
| symbol, Jn Bl). “Hordehs is hordehs,” he argued, as the good arrow-p[...] |
| [...]tion of a direct- action, single-cylinder purpose is a contract not to be taken by any of your mushroo[...]ggedly. “I give it up. I can't find words. This is not a personal favour. It's an evidence of the pr[...]re breed—Just look at that dog! How did you get such a dog as that? Bred him yourself, I suppos[...] |
| [...]at a butterfly on a stem of lignum—sent it with such accurate calculation of the distance of hi[...] |
| [...]m Antony so largely in result that the comparison is seriously disturbed. There was no more spr[...] |
| [...]out two hundred and fifty words, mostly obscene—is placed at a grave disadvantage when confronted by[...]singular feature in Pain-killer, that the more it is diluted, the more unspeakably nauseous and suffoc[...]Sit down an' rest your weary bones, as the sayin' is. I shoved the kettle on when I seen you co[...] |
| [...]e little fellow, ma'am,” I remarked. “How old is he?” “He was two years an' seven months on[...]glory. “No, no,” said I petulantly. “What is his age, really and truly?” “Jist what I to[...]going to have a race of people in these provinces suchis by this time well aware. The boundary rider sho[...]ht. We are the merest tyros in Ethnology. Nothing is easier than to build Nankin palaces of porcelain[...]Trollope, or Froude, or Francis Adams—and that is exactly none. Deductive reasoning of this kind is seldom safe. Who, for instance, could have[...] |
| [...]and bearing. Where are your theories now? Atavism is inadmissible; and fright is the thinnest and most unscientific subterfuge extant. The coming Australian is a problem. Mrs. Vivian overwhelmed me with ins[...]eam to check the inconvenient flow of the solder, is technically and appropriately termed a ‘tinker's dam.’ It is the conceivable minimum of commercial value).[...]f one of our most valuable antiphlogistics, which is precisely what you require, as the trouble is distinctly anthrodymic. You'll be right in[...] |
| [...]don't notice my sight failing yet, but my hearing is all deranged. I hear your voice through a ringing[...]ould I come back, to begin it all again? How long is it since you left me?” “From four to five h[...]heartlessness; and I thank Him that my punishment is over at last. There! Listen! No, it's nothing. Bu[...]way. “Did you ever make a terrible mistake in life, Collins?” he asked, at length. Before I[...] |
| [...]em in. There are queer things done when every man is a law unto himself.” “Supposition, Alf; and[...]intending, poor man! to spend the evening of his life indulging his hobby of chemistry, while I took th[...]ve you ever noticed that the prodigal son of real life, in nineteen cases out of twenty, speaks spontane[...]ers his mother than an eight-year-old horse? This is cruel beyond measure, and unjust beyond comment; but, sad to say, it is true; and the platitudinous tract-liar, for the s[...]only think of one whose mother's unseen presence is a power, and her memory a holy beacon, shi[...] |
| [...]I replied. “But, Alf, this taxing of your mind is about as good for you just now as footballing or[...]st and the very lowest classes? Unless you handle such questions in a scientific spirit, you'll f[...] |
| [...]de-blinds the mind into a narrow fanaticism which is apt to condone ten times as much wrong as it cond[...]ge, low in everything. She may not have been what is called a bad woman, but—that miserable want of[...]est-looking rat, that ever breathed the breath of life. Our hero took no further notice of him th[...] |
| [...]rving to himself enough to start him in a line of life that he could follow without the annoyance of bei[...]h remittance, and answer, as briefly as possible, such questions as he chose to ask. She humbly assented[...]efell other men in his line of work; and he found life worth living for the sake of hating and despising[...]ass the matter over quietly, for fear of scandal. Is either of these right? One course must be right,[...]of Iachimo's immunity from retribution, Posthumus is afterward represented as disarming and sparing hi[...]to Imogen alone. Nothing but the sacrifice of her life will satisfy him. On the eve of the same b[...] |
| [...]the handkerchief supposed to be stained with her life-blood. Very well. Now Troilus in Troilus and Cressida, is a man very much resembling Posthumus in temperame[...]co-respondent. Now let us glance at Othello. Here is a man who, allowing for his maturer age, is much like the Briton and the Trojan in temperamen[...]would, perhaps, argue that, though abstract Right is absolute and unchangeable, the alternative Wrong,[...]in degree of turpitude; so that the action which is intrinsically wrong may be more excusable in one[...]approval.” “And your deliberate conviction is that he acted rightly—rightly, mind?” “Assuredly he did. That is what I was driving at; but now you have to[...] |
| misanthropy of the gentleman's after-life is another question, and one which would lead us int[...]pervading smell of husks. This, let me tell you, is what comes of meddling with tawny-haired tigresse[...]mmer. “No young fellow could have started in life with a fairer prospect than I had,” cont[...] |
| [...]and, like a driver starting an engine when there is danger of the belt flying off, gradually worked u[...]of the field. But in cases of this kind, there is only one thing worse than victory. I was f[...] |
| [...]ng. Mr. Ffrench could afford to be independent of such men as Alf, but couldn't afford to establish a pr[...]k at the thing in that light; but then, your name is not Wentworth St. John Ffrench, and you wo[...] |
| [...]irsel'.” The Irresistible had scored this time. Such is life. I helped Tommy out of his embarrassmen[...] |
| [...]of a crowd to hurrah for a Governor as go through such an ordeal again. My truthfulness—perhaps the on[...]ore the date of this record, Bendigo Bill's mind, such as it was, had been disturbed by the disco[...] |
| [...]permanently retaining the gold he might get under such conditions, very wisely contented himself with ta[...]he thrice-repeated dream triply sure; for the emu is one of the luckiest things a person can dream abo[...]ed by the unholy afflatus caught from his earlier life, gave notice to the manager; this time fol[...] |
| [...]nd all would be forgiven; if he failed to return, such default would be taken as evidence of contumacy;[...]well that he was impatient to make Captain Royce such a bid for the property as that nabob could n't th[...]s beastly of the time and place wherein our scene is laid. And, to my unspeakable disgust, I[...] |
| [...]he silken bond of our nationality would n't stand such a strain. Then I slowly drew out my pocket-book,[...]interposition? I had known better than to make such a proposition to Sollicker. That impracticable an[...]e to the surface a few months afterward. But that is another episode; and I must confine myself[...] |
| [...]order, and, by the inductive system applicable in such cases, read his history like a book, right back t[...]to what end? Merely to resume the old persecuted life, still achieving, still pursuing, that strictly congruous penalty which waits upon the man whose life is one protracted challenge to a world wherein no pe[...]cution you undergo on that account. Your position is not heroic; at best, it is only pitiable; at worst, it is detestable. Athanasius contra mundum is grand only in cases where the snag is right, and the mundus wrong. Then persecut[...] |
| [...]ies in the leopard of thirty-five, or thereabout, is connected with the changing of his spots. Such is life. With these reflections, I extinguished the can[...]not half the innate sagacity of the ox, though he is to a much greater extent the creature of h[...] |
| [...]as no irreverence in the thought; the irreverence is on the part of any profane reader who forges the[...]to that good old rule and simple plan which was, is, and ever shall be, the outcome of Individualism.[...]. Those whose knowledge of the pastoral regions is drawn from a course of novels of the Geoffrey Ham[...]anager. Lacking generations of development, there is no typical squatter. Or, if you like, there are a thousand types. Hungry M'Intyre is one type; Smythe—petty, genteel, and parsimonious—is another; patriarchal Royce is another; Montgomery—kind, yet haughty and imperious—is another; Stewart is another. My diary might, just as likely as[...] |
| [...]ter world—a world where the Christian gentleman is duly recognised, and where Socialistic carpenters[...]of 'gentleman,' and becomes a mere man. For there is no such thing as a democratic gentleman; the adjective an[...]he Orientals call a dog of a Christian. For there is no such thing as a Christian gentleman, except as loosely[...]itle in its go-to- meeting sense, every Christian is prima facie a gentleman; taking it in its every-d[...]ice in the perpetually- recurring alternatives of life, had made the Golden Rule his spontaneous impulse[...]tain standard, and was expected to live up to it. Such is life. By a notable coincidence, Stewart was r[...] |
| [...]ltopa, during the autumn and winter of '83—that is, from six to nine months before the date of this[...]tion in the sell, the stooks improved in size and life-likeness for weeks and months. I remember noticin[...]to the Darling. Or, to put it in another way: the life of stock in Riverina was as cheap as the life of the common person in the novels of R. L. Steve[...]ffairs of this nature, the squatter who hesitates is lost. The time comes when grass-loafers will stand a lot of ordering off; in extreme cases, such as the one under review, they are about eq[...] |
| his temper, for once; and he that is without similar sin among the readers of this simple memoir is hereby authorised to cast the first stone. He a[...]ng straight from their camps to their selections. Such is life. Saint Peter, I should imagine, had narrowly wa[...]attain some conception of what the Kingdom of God is— how much more to the purpose than pearl[...] |
| [...]nd I think we can do one of them now, early as it is. When shall we three meet again? Eh? How is that for aptness? A Roland for your (adj.) Oliver[...]n Tommy's place. Now, if any man presumed to play such a trick on me—why, d—n me, I should ta[...] |
| instead of Tommy's.—Well, long life to you, Mr. Stewart, both for your own sake and t[...]art, turning again to me. “Your cosmopolitanism is a d—d big mistake. Every man has a nationality,[...]ook to Scotland for it. And, d----n it, man, this is the very nationality you have been fleering at. O[...]ould never have expected----But what do you think is the matter with Alf Morris?” “Difficult to[...]up his abode in a cave, and, for the rest of his life, met every overture of friendship with tau[...] |
| [...]gossip. “Now there you have Morris to the very life. Hopeless d—d case!” “But the misanthrop[...]the Greek misanthrope, the factor of temperament is first carefully stated; then the factor of circumstances is brought into operation; then the genius of the dr[...]plies the resultant revolution of moral being, in such a manner as to excite sympathy rather than reprob[...]should antecede them, namely, temperament. Morris is a widower. His wife was a magnificent singer, and[...]-haired tigresses who leave their mark on a man's life, and are much better left alone”---- “Has[...]t. “No, they were n't long together: but Alf is a man of peculiar moral constitution; he frets a[...]nd hates her at the same time. Secondary to this, is a misunderstanding with his father, which[...] |
| course, I'm only giving you the heads; and my information is derived from no random hearsay, but is obtained by an intransmissible power of induction[...]y these circumstances, has given the result which is already before us. Now, I think that that tempera[...]ke (sheol)” replied the squatter gravely, “it is the quoting of Scripture as against my fellow-cre[...]s to judge Morris at all, we must judge him as he is. Your judgment is generous, but nonsensical; mine is rational, but churlish—d—d churlish.” He pa[...]amping for a few weeks with a load on his wagon—is very naturally passed over in favour of the misan[...]sonal popularity of the latter with his own guild is not enhanced by this preference. “Doctor Johnson be d—d!” replied the squatter warmly. “What is his |
| [...]orcibly that the finest prospect England ever saw isis a purely Scottish one. He makes a d—d strong po[...]f as a buffoon, I continued, “My own conjecture is that something must have occurred to irritate the[...]e passage where that expression occurs. Criticism is not your forte, Collins. The writer I'm speaking[...]r estimation. But you were speaking of Alf Morris isis that he spoke of a certain boundary rider as a ma[...]ct, and go his way in peace.” “Sometimes he is. I'll tell you how it happened with Morris[...] |
| [...]and somehow (d—d if I know how people can make such blunders!)—somehow this tank was overlooked in[...]nerally speaking, the man who ought to be avoided is just the sort of person that my own refrac[...] |
| [...]your kindness, Mr. Stewart.” “Nonsense. But is n't it a most remarkable thing—what we'r[...] |
| [...]tank on the way. Whilst baking a johnny-cake of such inferior quality as to richly deserve its back-co[...]ile boiling my quart-pot on a separate handful of such semi-combustibles as the plain afforded, I found[...]hed by a Chinaman, on a roan horse. And though it is impossible to recognise any individual Chow, I fa[...]y—goo' glass? Me lay you on, all li.” “It is the voice of a god, and not of a man!” I[...] |
| [...]. The two greatest supra-physical pleasures of life are antithetical in operation. One is to have something to do, and to know that you are doing it deftly and honestly. The other is to have nothing to do, and to know that you are c[...]e, I might be prepared to meet it as a bridegroom is supposed to meet his bride. Therefore whenever my[...]ough the hallowed haze of a mental sabbath. There is a positive felicity in this attitude of soul, com[...]ea in the quart-pot there. What are you after? Or is someone after you?” “Prospecting fo[...] |
| [...]vel—must be ten or twelve mile—but this grass is worth it. Safe, too, from what I hear. Mig[...] |
| [...]t very reason, it's not a decent name.” “It is ein olt name, Domson,” argued the Dutchm[...] |
| [...]. But I ain't very fiery-tempered, the way things is jis' now; an' I got at the soft side o' the (adj.[...]ile M'Gregor owned the station. For all the world such a night as this—smoky moonlight, and as good as[...]fter dark, in that timber where the coolaman hole is. Then I sneaked the bullocks through the f[...] |
| [...]nt him in the meantime; an' Smythe says his hands is tied on account o' M'Gregor, or else he'd dem soo[...]eck since I was fifteen, to make M'Gregor what he isis camped”---- |
| [...]htfully. “Wonder which of the two (individuals) is worst in the sight o' God?” “Toss-up,” r[...]' he goes-in to win, an' he wins; an' all he wins is Donal' M'Gregor's. Comes- out a bow constr[...] |
| [...]and was M'Gregor's—DMG off-rump. Mind you, this is on'y what I was told. My orders was to keep clear[...]ountry. You'd have to be more uncivilised than he is. And I saw that very thing happen to him,[...] |
| [...]” he continued, in a tone of audible musing, “is that I forgot to tell Bob, when he was here, that[...]dignity. “Dan's an old acquaintance of yours—is n't he? I heard your name mentioned over the find[...]rse, I was only too glad of any chance to help in such a case, so I |
| [...]to muster the ewes. You know how thick the scrub is on Goolumbulla? Dan came in along with the[...] |
| [...]his horse round, and jumped off. “‘How far is |
| [...]aning as you go. Of course, our everyday tracking is not tracking at all. “However, Bob run[...] |
| [...]she knew her business, and she was on the job for life or death. She picked-up the track at a gla[...] |
| [...]d that if she came out safe I would lead a better life for the future. “However, between day[...] |
| [...]de every one of Thompson's audience familiar with such episodes of new settlement; and, for that very re[...]rmation rather than as an over-statement. Nothing is more astonishing than the distances lost c[...] |
| [...]t some inconvenience. But that black beard of his is more than half white already. And—someth[...] |
| [...]he line. Decent, straight-forrid chap, Cunningham is, but a (sheol) of a liar when it shoots hi[...] |
| [...]the feller that cut her”---- “His troubles is over too,” murmured Baxter. “Well, as I was[...]f up on-to the log agen, an' says I: “‘This is the very spot I was,’ says I, ‘when I[...] |
| [...]e's found dead; but the most fearful thing of all is for a youngster to be lost in the bush, an[...] |
| [...]nearer to the end. The spot where he turned round is in the middle of a cultivation-paddock now, but I[...]he would be. “Ah well! the time that followed is like some horrible dream. He was lost at a[...] |
| [...]ullying or terrifying any brother whose keeper he is by virtue of superior strength; and that brand will burn while life endures. (Conversely—does such remorse ever follow disdain of authority, or defi[...]erception, that fathomless love and devotion! But such is life. Yet it is well with her. And it is well with her father, since he, throughout her transitory life, spoke no word to hurt or grieve her. Poor[...] |
| [...]nfront him when he returned to his daily round of life! How many reminders that the irremediable loss is a reality, from which there can be no awakening![...]n homely things, since the frailness of mortality is the pathetic centre, and mortality is nothing but homely. Hence, no relic is so affecting as the half-worn boots of the dead.[...]er the 9th; and you might imagine this chapter of life fitly concluded. But sometimes an under[...] |
| [...]gone out to feast their eyes on the change which such a night would make in the appearance of th[...] |
| [...]pected it, from his manner last night? But no one is to be trusted. Better take our saddles and[...] |
| [...]h tail, or a strawberry bullock with wide horns—such ostentatious inquiry being accompanied by a furti[...]k had all along been pained by the incongruity of such a gem in such keeping; and now having discharged his tre[...] |
| is over. I have a splitting headache. We can do with[...]I was wrong,” he remarked, aside to me. “Bob is trustworthy—ruthlessly so.” “Only in respect of conscience, which is mere moral punctilio, and may co-exist wit[...] |
| [...]as never mentioned, nor his complicity hinted at. Such is life. |
| [...]consideration of mind, manners, or even money, is more accurately weighed on a right-thinking Austr[...]else in the world. The folk-lore of Riverina is rich in variations of a mythus, pointing to the[...]ion bodied forth, or tradition handed down, any such vagary as might imply that a wage-slave sa[...] |
| [...]under the old Jewish ritual. The manager's house is a Sanctum Sanctorum, wherein no one but the high priest enters; the barracks is an Inner Court, accessible to the priests only; the men's hut is an Outer Court, for the accommodation of lay wors[...]perhaps one of the empty huts at the wool- shed, is the Court of the Gentiles. And the restrictions o[...]ge part of the religion which guided his rascally life—to wolf his half-raw pork in fellowship with hi[...]aw, countersunk eyes, and the rest in proportion, is suspected of having the other kind of force in re[...]er and that of his contemporary wage-slave, there is very little to choose. Hence the toe of the bluch[...]itches. The average share of that knowledge which is power is undoubtedly in favour of the tan boot; but the preponderant moiety is just as surely held by the blucher. In our democr[...]ence, and corresponding sensitiveness to affront, is dangerously high, and becoming |
| [...]y inherent ignorance and correlative uselessness. Such, however, is life. But on the present occasion I had been quarter[...]written in eager activity of mind, and in hope of such an opportunity for amplification as I was[...] |
| [...]re certainly proves this to be one of them. There is nothing dainty or picturesque in the presentment[...]son, class, or community. The noxious affectation is everywhere. Even the Salvation officer cannot now[...]owship with men who ‘tub’ themselves on paper is added to the humiliation of the disclosure[...] |
| spark of heroism. Consider the child. He is the creature of instinct; and instinct—accordin[...]e know to our cost. Now, the picaninny knows what is good for him. Place him in promixity to a dust-ho[...]c, method of locomotion peculiar to his period of life—travelling on both hands and one knee, whilst w[...]time, maintaining, meanwhile, that silence which is the perfectest herald of joy. Ormuzd the Good has[...]inclination. But the Minister of Ahriman the Evil is not far off. The able-bodied mother seizes the mi[...]nd carries him at arm's-length to the kitchen. It is to no purpose that he becomes alternately rigid a[...]ainly grasped, and so loosely defined. The result is sad enough: physically, not one in ten of us is what the doctor ordered, and, of course, brought;[...]n a sense, little better than we ought to be. And such is life. At breakfast, I remember, there occurre[...] |
| [...], her son and daughter took positions of vantage, such as their circumstances allowed; each being prepar[...]rix Esmond----Well, perhaps a reflected greatness is better than no greatness at all. So, at all eve[...]on £25,000. After three years of something like life, she accepted the addresses of the Hon. Henry Bea[...]a (wherever that may be). This was a gentleman of such refined tastes that it took over £10,000 a year[...]the lips of its deposed queen. The elegancies of life were necessities to her; but those elegancies wou[...]re the elegancies to come from? Where, indeed! It is a question which has broken many a gentler heart than Maud Beaudesart's, and will break many more. It is a cruel question; but not to put it would be more cruel still. For while this or that gentlewoman is in danger, no |
| gentlewoman is safe. And the basest type of mind is that which gloats on the adversity of the world's spoiled child; the next basest is that which concentrates its sympathy on the same adversity; the least base, I think, is that which, goaded by a human compassion for all[...]school, so that he might take it out of the boys. Such is life. Levites, tribesmen, and Gentiles alike,[...] |
| [...]those early gentlemen-colonists whose enterprise is hymned by loftier harps than mine, but whose sord[...]ld make me fancy myself in ancient Corinth. And such was her hypnotic power, or my adaptability[...] |
| [...]lour, in lieu of the short, silky moustache which is the piquant trade-mark of our country- women. Bes[...]partly from compassion; partly from the idea that such an action would redound largely to my honour; and partly from the impression that such an unattractive woman would idolise a fellow like me. The daughter of an unlucky selector is not taught to spare herself; and Ida was an untir[...]ress before the young fellows. Beauty in distress is a favorite theme of your shallow romancists; but, to the philosophic mind, its pathos is nothing to that of ugliness in distress. A[...] |
| [...]er it my duty to instruct you in the decencies of life, you mustn't take it ill. People have to suffer f[...]o doubt your parents did as you say, but my point is, that they forgot their position. Instead of acce[...]. Your father, I venture to say, often envied the life of the domestic animals on the station where he h[...]ry, but a poor reality. This idea of independence is much too common amongst people who, however poorl[...]he divine command to do our duty in that state of life in which it has pleased God to call us. Service isis dreadful to me to realise the fate of that poor man, where the worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched. I was only wishing to show you what a tempting of Providence it is for people of the lower classes to have no[...] |
| [...]and respectful demeanour which befits a sphere of life that you are likely to occupy permanently. No dou[...]locality where the males of your own class are in such large majority; but the movement is still attended by certain disadvantages. A female[...]rom the neighbourhood where her doings are known, is not the way to inspire confidence. And though it[...]ntgomery—she's your missus as well as mine, she is—an' we'll git her to write to a dozen people th[...]ysterical scream. “You know what my proper name is, so you do! An' I won't leave the apartment to pl[...]eet on? Think I bin behavin' myself decent all my life, for you to put a slur on me? If I wanted[...] |
| [...]ry your eyes, and attend to your duties. The time is coming when you will thank me for the discipline[...]learn the great lesson, that to everything there is a time and a season—a time for work, and a time[...]iously lazy man's string of daisies. The contrast is sickening. Moreover, the same rule holds fairly w[...]dustry. But the Scotch-navigator can't see it. He is too |
| [...]ith bread-winning than working can possibly have. Such a man finds himself born unto trouble, as the sparks fly in all directions; but he is merely aware of undergoing a chastening process, just as the tethered calf is aware that he always turns a flying somersault wh[...]ut Euclid's definition of a radial line. The fact is, that the Order of Things—rightly understood— is not susceptible of any coercion whatever, and must be humoured in every possible way. In the race of life, my son, you must run cunning, reserving your spr[...]ntly slothful men would n't take at the price. It is scarcely necessary to add that he had a wi[...] |
| [...]ill they did it. No, Priestley; to ask Montgomery is simply to get a refusal; and to argue with him is simply to get insulted.” “Well, I s'pose I[...]have whetted the reader's curiosity, I suppose it is only fair to satisfy him. The night in q[...] |
| [...]scendant Saturn mourned in the House of Cancer. Such was the wretched aspect of the heavens to[...] |
| [...]um.” “I say, Collins—don't split!” “Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this great t[...]y unearned slumber. Now the night, replete with such sphere-music, was past, and the cares that[...] |
| [...]sawing firewood in the hot, sickly sunshine. This is one of the jobs that it takes a man of four or fi[...]mind, the secret of these old fellows' greatness is very plain. Bathing, though an ancient heresy, ha[...]eness of sluicing away that panoply of dirt which is Nature's own defence against the microbe of imbec[...]truth, there's nobody in the world can say black is the white o' my eye; an' you may believe m[...] |
| [...]speak, look myself in the face. I must give this life over, I thought; and I will give it over; an I do[...], there are not two sides to this question; there is only one; and you may trust an overclean man to b[...]on mind, body, and estate; just as the grogbibber is our highest authority on headaches, fantods, and[...]rated for one kind of grit than for the other. It is the Turkish bath that has made the once-formidabl[...]erlatively dirty barbarian of the North! Polished is good, for, in the ruins of the fatal Roman[...] |
| [...]e the central figure of the 10th century, but for such rigid abstinence from external application of water as is implied in the significant name of Otto the Great[...]y appropriate bestowal of the title, ‘Great,’ is made when we refer to the adherents of the dirt-c[...]wn experience, we will entice external leakage of such incipient greatness as we have—soaking ourselve[...]and four for a fool‘; now, my livelist ambition is to gaze my fill on yon calm deep, then, li[...] |
| [...]nd no Sunday. Meanwhile, the unreturning sands of Life dribbled through the unheeded isthmus of t[...] |
| [...]ight perfect afterward; though, to be sure, there is a certain difference in the relative value[...] |
| [...]we here? Moriarty to disturb me. Let him come. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown; by my faith,[...]cribably weary step of a station man when the day is warm and the boss absent, and seated himself by m[...]sumed; “but I'm beggared if I can think what it is. Slipped away like a snake, while you're looking[...]gular how a person can't remember a thing for the life of them, when once they forget it; and suddenly i[...]ding to the state of the mailman's horses. Beggar such a life as this. At it, early and late; working through a[...]'t speculate, you won't accumulate, as the saying is; and if a man can't make a rise by some sort of g[...]ie down and die, straight-off. But the first rise is the difficulty; and, of course, you've got to |
| [...]s got his head screwed on right.” “So there is. Well, what shall it be? Mechanics? Fine opening[...]nd restrict yourself to that. Say you devote your life to some special division of the Formicae?” “The what?” “Formicae. The name is plural. It embraces all the different species of[...]ants.” “Still, every avenue to distinction is not closed,” I urged. “We're knocking at the[...]istinguish himself in one direction. The material is there.” “Jealousy, jealousy,” replied Mor[...]And how much do you stand to lose, if your mozzle is out?” I asked. “By-the-way, didn't I i[...] |
| [...]nd the other in the devil's mouth? Why, Nosey Alf is the only fellow on this station that has no interest in the sweep, besides no end of private bets.” “Is n't that Toby?” I asked, indicating a horseman,[...]ailing the fulfilment of either double, the wager is off?” “That's it. Are you on?” “Mak[...]eplied, feeling for the purse which, vulgar as it is, bushmen even of aristocratic lineage are[...] |
| [...]too haughty to offer any apology other than that such is life. The half-caste had cantered up to the h[...] |
| [...]d nor tail of it; nothing, indeed, but heart, and such heart as it has never been my luck to capture. Me[...]running his eye over its columns. “My mozzle is out, Collins.” said he, with an effort. “I'll[...]les to be done in seven days—and the country in such a state. |
| This is the balsam that the usuring senate pours into captains' wounds. Never mind The time is only too near, when I'll sit in my sumptuous offi[...]ll you swear of gambling altogether till my claim is discharged? On that condition, I can extend the t[...]n yours; and I have a presentiment that the thing is impending. But you need n't congratulate me yet.[...]ou get your promotion—ain't you?” There was such evident sincerity in his tone that I maint[...] |
| [...]he abbot sings, so must the sacristan respond. It is kismet. This is how all these unaccountable marriages are[...] |
| [...]or you would be a ruined man for the rest of your life—you would be a defaulting gambler, a byw[...] |
| [...]ellow thinks about, when he feels his horse gone, is to get out of the way of what's coming; but it's[...]oung Jack was to ride Admiral Crichton; and I had such faith in the horse, with Jack up, that I p[...] |
| [...]e and halting imitation of Mrs. B.; and imitation is the sincerest flattery,” I commented. “I'll t[...]ur socks on Nosey Alf's crook to-night. His place is fifteen mile from here, and very little out of your way. Ill-natured, cranky beggar, Alf is—been on the pea—but there's no end of[...] |
| [...]o.—mis—mis”---- “Try a synonym.” “Is that it? I think it is. Well Alf's a misasynonym—womanhater— among o[...]eems to me. Best boundary man on the station, Alf is. Been in the Round Swamp Paddock five years now; and he's likely a fixture for life. Boundary riding for some years in the Bland coun[...]o stand on his head to understand that map. There is the north, and here is the south.” “Don't matter a beggar which is the real north and south. I'm showing you[...] |
| [...]ng north and south? Begin again. Say the Red Gate isis boxed; an' puttin' a file through Nosey Ha[...] |
| [...]interposed. “Well, I'll have to be”— “'Is Pilot starts by night f'm Boottara ration-paddick, an' does 'is thirty mile to hour 'oss-paddick; an' the hull me[...]es Muster Magomery. Presinkly, up comes Half, an 'is 'oss hall of a lather. 'Take yer dem mongreals,'[...]leep y'self agin.' Think Half war goin' ter flog 'is hanimals thirty mile back? Not 'im”— “It[...]ey's place harter dark; houts file, an' hin with 'is mob, an' gives 'm a g—tful. Course, 'e clears b[...]re in for it,” chuckled Moriarty. “Tole me 'is hown self, not three weeks agone. Camped h[...] |
| [...]om—position. As the poet says:— This isis true, but with lamb-like guilelessness in his mad[...]the majority of my fellows, a Marlborough-temper is by no means the least in importance. I loo[...] |
| [...]e. It has been asked. But daylight in the morning is the right time to enter on that inquiry. For the[...]twere better than your dukedom. By-the-way—what is Jack's other name?” “Which Jack? Old Jack,[...]rangement.” “Good-bye, ole man. Depend your life on my straightness.” Then I whistled to Pup,[...]an. G. P. R. James rightly remarks that nothing is more promotive of thought than the walking pace o[...]rengthen and exhilarate like the gallop. The trot is passed over with such contempt as it deserves. So, for the first mile I[...]lar issue of that preposterous wager. Whence came such an elaborate dispensation? If from above,[...] |
| [...]seven-mile stage in ten miles' travelling—that is, losing three miles in the detour. Once th[...] |
| [...]mind. You'll grow out of that in good time. When is it coming off?” He crossed his knees, and held[...]remained a butt for his ill-timed chaff. Critical is no name for the state of affairs. But a[...] |
| [...]rted after me; and Priestley was saved. But there is no such thing as permanent safety in this world. The firs[...]und this quarter?” he demanded sternly. “This is a bad job!” “You're right, Mr. Magomery,” assented the bullock driver, with emphasis; “it is a bad job; it's a (adj.) bad job. Way it comes: y[...]some travelling. The nearest way to the main road is past the station. Here! rouse up your d—[...] |
| [...]ou what you like, you'd be sorry when your temper is over. Then we'll say I'm out on the main road—h[...]e it appears in the light of a responsibility. It is noble to have a squatter's strength, but tyrannou[...]his haughty immobility had still sustained him at such an altitude as to render Priestley, as well as my[...]his eye, and he turned to his companion. “Who is this person, Montgomery?” he asked. Th[...] |
| [...]ive manliness of the two types of ‘gentleman’ is a question which each student will judge accordin[...]ance, and probably not overburdened with honesty, is found trespassing on your property; then this ind[...]s to know who our learned brother for the defence issuch affectionate title. Pardon my warmth, I say, Montgomery! but this phase of colonial life is new to me. Placed in your position (if my opinion[...]or your children to reap. Here, I should imagine, is an excellent opportunity for vindication of your[...]o the moral structure of each earthly probationer is a thermometer, graduated independently; and it is never safe to heat the individual to the boiling-[...]r. You never know how far up the scale this point is, unless you are very familiar with the particular[...]conduct now!’ Whereupon, Tybalt, the tamperer, is scalded to death. In Ida, as we have seen,[...] |
| [...]here the existence of an overlooked boiling-point is the one thing that makes history interesting. Cow[...]; he's got a right to blaggard me, the way things is; an' I give him credit. But you! Cr-r-ripes! if I[...], once more, and only once. The Englishman proper is the pugilist of the world. The Australian or Amer[...]efficiency in smiting with the fist of wickedness is, beyond all question, on the English side. 'English fair play' is a fine expression. It justifies the bashing of th[...]at to the potsherd of the earth; and so excellent is his discrimination that the combat will su[...] |
| [...]the gentleman would be! No; Crooked-nosed Yorkey is always given in charge; and it takes three police[...]a man who had never seen a scrapping-match in his life. But English fair-play doesn't stand transplantat[...]business. The back-country man, though saturnine, is very rarely quarrelsome, and almost never a pugilist; nevertheless, his foot on his native salt-bush, it is not advisable to assault him with any feebler weapon than rifle-and-bayonet. There is a radical difference, without a verbal distinctio[...]s and the Englishman's notions of fair-play. Each is willing to content himself with the weapons provi[...]istant, heading for the homestead at a walk. “Is that Arblaster, Collins?” demanded the s[...] |
| [...]rushing a poor, decent, hard-working devil—that is, if he can add nine miles more to to-day's stage,[...]ou and I may quarrel.” Who was the spy? Ah! who is the ubiquitous station spy? “Good-bye,[...] |
| [...]ed Jeff Rigby's handwriting in the address. Rigby is a man who never writes except on his own account. His way of acknowledging a letter is to pick up a newspaper, of perhaps a month old, t[...]was, the subject of it at once suggested what the Life-Assurance canvassers call an 'excellent risk'; an[...]s now on leave of absence. He was a non-smoker, a life-abstainer, and in a word, was distinguished in al[...]uite a turn. Sic transit, thought I, with a sigh. Such is life. The cranky boundary rider's little weat[...] |
| [...]e matter of noses? Your nose, in all probability, is your dram of eale—your club foot—your Mordeca[...]ibly you wish that the front elevation (elevation is good) did not admit, through the natural grottoes[...]k that rebellious spirit, I charge you. Your nose is good enough; better, probably, than you deserve;[...]boundary man had none to speak of. And it seemed such a pity. More beautiful, otherwise, than a man's face is justified in being, lt was (apart from sex) as if[...]llen heavily, face downward, and then sprung into life, minus the feature which will least bear tamperin[...]christened in immediate succession to a girl. It is well and widely known that this oversight, small as it looks, will free a man for life from any rude inquiry as to when he is going to burn off the scrub. Alf had no sc[...] |
| [...]somewhat wearisome minuteness of this description is owing to his being, at least in my estimation, th[...]y man gravely. “Not the slightest, Alf—that is, in the works by which he is represented amongst us. But do you think it does[...]y seduces you to his own pinchbeck standard. Zola is honest; he never calls evil, good; whilst Holmes is spurious all through. Mind you, each has a[...] |
| [...]ion-persecution, like the chivalrous soul that he is. He has achieved the distinction of being the onl[...]tions, in bombazine gowns. Bombazine, by-the-way, is a cheap, carpetty-looking fabric, built of[...] |
| [...]the moment that one of my most profitable studies is a namesake of yours—Warrigal Alf, a carrier on[...]urmured the boundary man. “Certainly.” “Is he a married man?” “Widower.” “Widowe[...]seat a little further away. Ah! years of solitary life, with the haunting consciousness of frightful dis[...]s. “'What's the matter, Alf?' says I. “‘Is that you, Collins?’ says he, trying to look up.[...]Alf's style of philosophy. Our friend, Iolanthe, is largely, though perhaps indirectly, respon[...] |
| [...]s Nana; and in the iris of the affected one there is, or rather was, a brown spot. I had often noticed[...]know what's come over me to-night.” Ignorance is bliss, in that instance, poor fellow! thou[...] |
| [...]s. “Kooltopa's sold to a Melbourne company, and is going to be worked for all it's worth. And[...] |
| [...]taught him that any kind of tolerable reputation is better than no reputation at all.” “[...] |
| [...], and engaged him permanently. His first business is to take Stewart's teams to their destination—no easy matter at this time of the year, and such a year as this; but if any man can do it, that man is Alf. He started some weeks ago, a little shaky af[...]l events, nobody ever called me noble-minded. But such is life.” “Then this new situation is a permanent thing for him?” suggested the bound[...]rs, and his dirty- flash son reigns in his stead. Such, again, is life. But this won't affect Alf's interests to any rui[...]to come in out of the wet; in fact, the rainy day is his strong point. Such, for the third and last time, is life.” Whilst I spoke, my unfortunate comp[...] |
| [...]un and moon are in conjunction at the nadir. This is the time when mines cave in; when loose bark fall[...]millions of tons of water, in the spring tides—is superadded to the centric gravity of the earth, t[...]l to clear a clouded sky. This singular influence is exercised solely by the cold light of that dead s[...]he sunlight, though two hundred times as intense, is altogether powerless to rival in kind. When we ca[...]rturbing influence of moonlight, if it be a myth, is about the most tenacious one on earth. Thi[...] |
| [...]ment from its square stick, and began to play. It is not the highest class of music, I am well aware; and this paragraph is dictated by no shallow impulse of self- glorifica[...]. “I would give one-fourth of the residue of my life to be a good singer and musician. As it is, I'm not much of a player, and still less of a vo[...]“Not if I could play any better instrument—such as the violin, or the concertina; though I should[...]ning the ends of my fingers. Still, the jews-harp is a jews-harp; and this is the very best I could find in the market. Humble as it looks, and humble as it undeniably is, it has sounded in every nook and corner of River[...]Query: If the relation of moonlight to insanity is a thing to be derided, what shall we say of the influence of music on the normal mind? Is it not equally unaccountable in operation,[...] |
| Contemplate music from a scientific standpoint—that is, merely as a succession of sound-waves, conveyed[...]phere, or of some other intervening medium. Music is thus reduced to a series of definite vibrations,[...]ributes. First, its intensity, or loudness, which is governed by the height, depth, amplitude—for th[...]the medium. Second, the timbre, or quality, which is regulated by the shape, or outline, of these waves. Third the pitch, high or low, which is controlled by the distance from crest to crest of[...]itive human ear, the highest limit of audibleness is reached by sound-waves estimated at twenty-eight-[...]extreme of lowness to which our sense of hearing is susceptible, has been placed at 75 feet from node[...]se, others to which the tympanum of the human ear is insensible. Nature is alive with such sounds, each carrying its three distinct properti[...]n the other hand, utter calls so high—producing such rapid pulsations—as to be equally inaudible to us Unison of musical notes is attained when the respective numbers of pu[...] |
| [...]on lies in the management of sound-pulsation, and is governed by certain rigid mathematical laws—whi[...]urse, take place without sound-vibration, for air is only incidentally a sound-conductor. Earth, metal[...]arily varied in duration and quality; a series of such pulsations constituting a note; a series of notes[...]s yet) only to the diaphragm of the phonograph. Such, however, is the scientific analysis of music. Spoken language[...]ative or spiritual, comes in concrete form—that is, in the nature of information. Spoken words infor[...]the music thus impassively anatomised by Science is a voice from the Unseen, pregnant with mea[...] |
| [...]and hand as the tornado sways the pliant pine. It is a language peculiar to no period, race, or caste.[...]licable in mere physical operation, its influence is one of the things that are not dreamt of in the p[...]erpe alone of the Muses defies seduction. Harmony is intrinsically chaste. There is no secular music; all music is sacred. Whatever the song the Sirens sang, its mu[...]thomless eternity; for though 'the heaven of each is but what each desires'—though the Aryan[...] |
| trees, and cool with ripple of never-failing streams—yet is the universal art so intertwined with ideal bliss[...]rnal perfection, or transplanted thither? Science is of the earth; ever bearing sad penalty, in toil o[...]tment and loss? Doubtfully, Architecture; and for such consecration we have found no more expressive nam[...]lexing score; he was a sympathetic interpreter, a life- breathing, magic-lending exponent of his compose[...]tify by name a tune which I spiritually recognise is, perhaps, the most disgraceful manifestation of my neglected musical education—at all events, it isis pretty sure to say, ‘Why, that's just wh[...] |
| [...]of the sweetest songs ever woven from words. And such a voice!—rich, soft, transcendent, yet suggesti[...]hat song was composed by Burns, on his death-bed. Is n't it beautiful?” “It is one of the most beautiful songs in the language,” I replied; “but Burns is not the author. The song was composed by a woman—Baroness Nairne. It is not for men to write in that strain. As for Jean[...]notice between the poetry of men and women? What is the mark of women's work?” “Sincerity,” I[...]hers, you will find that, as a rule, men's poetry is superior to women's, not only in vigour, but in grace. This is not strange, for grace is, after all, a display of force, an aspect of strength. But in the quality of sincerity, woman is a good first. Take an illustration, while[...] |
| “True,” I replied pleasantly. “But our family is aristocratic, and a baton- sinister only sets us[...]e two poems I was speaking of, the subject matter is similar; the pieces are about the same length and[...]e, with alternate rhymes. Now, my ancestor's poem is not excelled in grace by anything within the rang[...]g else in it whatever. Eliza Cook's versification is, in a measure, forced and imperfect, her language[...]he strong beating of a sincere, sympathetic heart is audible in every line.” “But your ancestor is the most artificial writer of an artificial school, and Eliza Cook is the most spontaneous writer of a spontaneous scho[...]eprecatingly, “I would n't presume to criticise such a poet as Collins; but you said, yourself”----[...]g again, Alf, please. Every minute you're silent, is a minute wasted. Sing anything you like—only si[...]Your remark just brought it into my mind. Here it is”—he hesitated a moment, then went on, with a[...]e—as you might say—Oh, you know! What quality is it, then, that we love a woman for? There's a pro[...]solve it with mathematical certainty, Alf—that is to say, in such a manner as to convey the impossibility of the so[...]-out these things m my own circuitous way—which is seldom the case—there are few questions[...] |
| [...]nted much on his spontaneous choice of songs. Man is but a lyre (in both senses of the phonetically-ta[...]ce, some fire-graven thought, some clinging hope, is the plectrum which strikes the passive chords. An[...]as earth, and hopeless as the other place. Who is she? thought I. Silence again sank on the fain[...]s of the sixth song died mournfully away—‘She is far from the Land where Her Young Hero Sleeps.’[...]it's wrong to bury yourself here, eating your own life away with melancholia, seeing that |
| [...]and sympathy. It's pure effeminancy to brood over such things, for that's just where we have the advanta[...]‘A woman's first duty,’ says the proverb, ‘is to be beautiful.’ If Lady Hamilton had b[...] |
| [...]“One characteristic of childhood I still retain is the ability to sleep anywhere, like a dog.”[...]rcumstances permit. Sleeping with your clothes on is slovenly; sleeping with your spurs on is, in addition, ruinously destructive to even the s[...]s; “I was forgetting your problem. The solution is clear enough to me, but the inquiry opens out no[...]on unassailable at any point. The question, then, is: Do we love a woman for her beauty, for her virtu[...]” I continued, kicking off the garment which it is unlawful even to name, “we must inquire what the personal beauty of woman is, and wherein it consists. It consists in approximation to a given ideal; and this ideal is not absolute; it is elastic in respect of races and civilisations, th[...]or less rigid within its own domain. Passing over such racial ideals as the Hottentot Venus, and[...] |
| [...]na has a decent record. Further still, the German is facially coarser, and mentally higher, than the C[...]r before. “Just as the secondary use of the bee is to make honey, and his primary one to teach us habits of industry, so the secondary use of the hen is to lay eggs, and her primary one to teach us prop[...]bility and god-like reason to fust in us, unused. Such is life, Alf.” And in thirty seconds I was asleep. On[...]ce, had come undone. I was too well accustomed to such things to feel |
| [...]s between his toes, and annoys him. Windy weather is bad for him, too; and frost puts a set on him alt[...]him. And, seeing that one half of the population is always plotting to steal him, and the othe[...] |
| [...]unsuspiciousness. It was your saddle once, but it is yours no longer. It is mine. Demand not how the prize I hold; It wa[...]nsation for loss of the article in question. This is all you are likely to get; for though the saddle is honestly worth about twice that amount, my consc[...]s me in the matter; moreover, my official salary is so judiciously proportioned to my frugal requirem[...]th your damper at this work; for no man's ability is comprehensive enough to cover musical proficiency such as yours, and leave the narrowest flap available[...]. And, believe me, you're no more fitted for this life than you are to preside over a school of S[...] |
| [...]E reader, however unruly under weaker management, is by this time made aware of a power, beyond his ow[...]ofitably sustained. The routine record of March 9 is not a desirable text. It would merely call forth[...]ng took the place of Conduct, as three-fourths of life; whilst the remaining fourth consisted of fightin[...]a broad, statistical way, the shanty-keeper gets such a miserably small percentage of the money earned[...]unassailable bit of standing-ground, namely, that such is life. It would do you no good to hear how th[...] |
| [...]duced. And if you take it not patiently, the more is your mettle. FRI. MARCH 28. Wilcannia shower. J[...]the plain with the abruptness of a wall. Boottara is half plain and half scrub; Runnymede is practically all plain. When I left Burke[...] |
| [...]On a well-managed station, like Runnymede, a tank is, whenever possible, excavated on the margin of a swamp. The clay extracted is formed into a strong wall, or enclosing embankmen[...]reached the same level, the outer end of the pipe is closed, and the portable pumping plant sen[...] |
| [...]ood one a few hours ago, but Lord knows where she is now. I left her behind when the wind put me on al[...]And so the profitless conversation (conversation is generally profitless) went on by fits and[...] |
| [...]south Atlantic—and the effect of his discourse is that I have ever |
| [...]nseemly expletives, and two obscenities. “How is that for high?” I asked, putting on a pair of l[...]sed, meerschaum ever seen on earth. It was a pipe such as no smoker parts with during life, but bequeaths to his best-beloved son—a pipe such as would make any man wish to have a Benja[...] |
| [...]transferring its glories to the worthy keeping of such a piece of Baltic amber as you shall not match in[...]. Here it occurs to the subtle critic that this is something like what a novelist would write. A novelist is always able to bring forth out of his imagination[...]tterer to a better land in the very nick of time. Such is not life. And to avoid any shadow of the imputation in whi[...]one moment to tell how I came into possession of such a pipe as no other Australian bushman ever owned.[...]ell, I suppose even the most insubordinate reader is by this time educated up to my style. Sh[...] |
| [...]. His courteous reply tailed-off naturally into such a volume of condensed information as re-impressed[...]tion in the direction of bainting and boetry (for such subjects go well at camp-fires), but Franz hung s[...]l introduction; and in another couple of hours— such was the clearness and receptivity of these[...] |
| [...]n when I compassionately added that the pile reef is always discovered by an ungrammatical person, nam[...], does n't require to stoop at all—and his show is little better than Buckley's. Also, the barons[...]suggestion, that the ‘gentlemans'’ best show is to discover the discoverer, and prevail upon the[...]nical training could take them. This, let me add, is the record of an actual occurrence. It will just[...]n, he may be assured that, at the time of writing such passage, I had been smoking the mighty pip[...] |
| [...]real credit on himself. Not that every blackguard is a Bayard, any more than every wife-beater is a coward; but almost all moral and immoral qualit[...]the Admiralty nor the Treasury), 'The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together; our vir[...]that acquired from observation and experience. It is surprising how much a landsman, however we[...] |
| [...]pointed nose. One peculiarity of the kangaroo-dog is, that though he has no faculty of scent at the se[...]hen left his bed. “Pore creature's hungry,” is near enough what he said. He opened a sort of saf[...]was half hungry. Why, he dunno what proper hunger is.” Then he gave me such a description of this afflicted bird as, in the i[...]him— kangaroo-dogs him, you might say—through life. At adult age, he consists chiefly of wing[...] |
| [...]inted antithesis to the man-o'-war hawk; and that is the only pointed thing about him, for he consists[...]f flour, which, indeed, he closely resembles. His life is unadventurous; some might call it monotonous. He[...]o ambition. Dreaming the happy hours away— that is his idea. He knows barely enough to be aware that[...]no tree of knowledge, thank you all the same. He is right enough as he is; the perpetual sabbath of absolute negation is good enough for him. His motto is, ‘Happy the bird that has no history.’ Once a[...]ts from the finny multitudes swimming around him, such a fish as for size, flavour, and general applicab[...]ts, and gratify his epicurean taste. Whilst he is in the act of dipping his neb in the water to hel[...]at your bedroom door, and tell you that breakfast is on the table. You have thought to yourself: |
| [...]s estimation, the most important of all economies is the economy of time; and his Dollond eye has desc[...]awk greets this crushing discovery, barbed, as it is, by the prior knowledge that every penguin within twenty miles is in Nirvana for the present. Now he must wait—ah[...]more finely matured by another half-hour's sleep, is just dozing off. Woe for the man-o'-war hawk! he[...]away across the restless, hungry waste of waters is another rock, where penguins steep themsel[...] |
| [...]okes on the station—or, indeed, off it. 'Mokes' is good in this connection. But in a week or two, la[...]without a specially-rigged purchase. His idea of such a purchase was simple enough—merely the ordinar[...]tle, and let the bulkheads carry the strain. With such a tackle (pr. tayckle), Jack would underta[...] |
| [...]ecially because I lacked, and knew I lacked, what is known as a 'presence.' Now, however, the high, dr[...]difficulty; and, for perhaps the first time in my life, I enjoyed that experience so dear to some of my[...]hallow, inattentive reader may not grasp all that is implied in the remark that a specialist, u[...] |
| is able to clear—when you can send him at his utte[...]in to take credit. This rather obscure apostrophe is written expressly for the benefit of such imaginative litterateurs and conversational liars[...]rse-breaking must be the Young- Australian, which is, beyond doubt, the most trying in the world; that his skill is won by grassers innumerable; that, in short, there is no royal road to the riding of a proper outlaw—[...]intention of flattening out his antagonist, plays such fantastic jigs before high heaven as make the ang[...]ideal rider, man wants but little here below, nor is it at all likely he will want that little long. H[...]ll a 'frightened beggar.' Perfect horsemanship is usually the special accomplishment of the man who is not otherwise worth his salt, by reason of being[...]eader the fifth—says the greatest art in riding is knowing how to fall. And here we touch the very root of the matter. It is the moral effect of that generally-fulfilled appr[...]ignorant, or true rider. In this case, Ignorance is not only bliss, but usurps the place of Knowledge[...]se and his rider as any writer ever did; and this is |
| [...]too, how Curr, being a bit of a sticker himself, is thereby disqualified from knowing that the centau[...]th the ecclesiastics of yesterday, that the earth is flat and square, like them, he must be a violent[...]ogical hypothesis must be that the fire we wot of is only a man's own conscience—the wish, in his ca[...]ust have no idea how fearfully and wonderfully he is made. He must think upon himself as a good strong[...]own architectural design that the calf of his leg is riot in front. Just consider what advantages such a man enjoys in cultivating the art of knowing ho[...]a spill that perils neck or limb, a simple buster is to him, and it is nothing more. But it is a great deal more to one who has been nourishing[...]nd that physically, as well as morally. To him it is a nasty scrunch of the two hundred and twenty-six[...]for the sake of emulating the Jack Frosts of real life in their own line! My contention simply is, that the Hamlet-man is only too well seized of the important fact that h[...]arge discourse, looking before an after (ah! that is where the mischief lies!) never, in spite[...] |
| what a frightened beggar he is till he finds himself placing his foot in the sti[...]mpelled to forego the one transcendant joy of his life. But you— Well, to begin with, there was you[...]f your remarking that the first backing of a colt is nothing—that, in this case, it is the second step that costs? The four fellows knew[...]t in nearly every instance, a freshly backed colt is like a fish out of water; stupid, puzzled, half-sulky, half-docile. It is at the second backing that he is ready to contest the question of fitness for surv[...]e the one-sidedness of the alliance. Again, there is a large difference between riding a colt u[...] |
| [...]s.” “I think he'll buck middlin' hard.” Isis not what it ought to be, and the soles of your bo[...]shoulders— they have all disappeared, and there is nothing in front of the saddle but a precipice. There is something underneath it, though. How dis[...] |
| [...]nd! Stick to him, quotha! Easier said than done—is it not? And yet you've been riding all manner of[...]knees has slipped over the pad, and your stirrup is swinging loose. Good night, sweet prince. And a[...]e you to clear as soon as you can get your saddle Such is life. Satan approached, carrying his negative[...] |
| [...]e bung blight in both eyes. All the other fellers is out. Mrs. Bodysark”—and his grin deepe[...] |
| [...]rust you have n't forgotten the trifle that there is between us, and the terms of our agreement?” “I'm not likely to forget. Take that chair. I've got such fun here.” He had sliced some corks into flat d[...]tself up as it went on. That 's one idea. Another isis?” replied the young fellow hotly. “Pos[...] |
| [...]ow you at the first glance. Your name's Collins—is n't it? You might remember me passing by y[...] |
| [...]which contained the tobacco. “I see Alf Jones is gone, Moriarty,” I remarked, after a pause—th[...]ws have always sane spots in their heads; and Alf is particularly lucky in that respect. There'[...] |
| [...]hours before. She had said that, though you were such a wonderful talker, you were surprisingly reticent respecting your own former life, and your family connections, and the place you c[...]Love's Labour Lost, when the mis-delivered letter is handed to Lord Boyet to read, he says:— This letter is mistook; it importeth none here; It is writ to Jaquenetta. That, of course, se[...] |
| My vicar repeated it. (Which is more than I can do.) “Well, that ought to dr[...]But I'm honestly sorry to have been forced to put such an office on you, Moriarty. Indeed, I wonder how you could have the nerve to tell such a yarn in a woman's hearing.” “Friendship,[...]n. It's a failure so far as that goes. Certain as life.” “Well, Moriarty, if dishonour has no eff[...]ime over one barren pupil. Poverty, for instance, is disgrace without dishonour; Michael-and-Georgeship is dishonour without disgrace. In cases like mine, t[...]ndal.” “That's just what the whole station is doing at the present time,” replied my legate u[...], and Nelson, and myself; and you can depend your life on us to keep it jigging. No, I'm wrong; Montgome[...]ty!' says he, in a voice that made me jump; 'what is this story I hear of Collins? Now, no shuf[...] |
| [...]e boy who forgets his catechism. The meal- signal is the real Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame; the Greek inv[...]surely as wise men; for neither folly nor wisdom is proof against its spell. Just then, two[...] |
| [...]ut to be presented by the legitimate holder. “Is the bose at hame?” asked the holder briskly, tu[...]'m only a caller, like yourself. Moriarty, here, is the storekeeper.” “D' ye want ony ha[...] |
| [...]r's free-and-easy hospitality toward the swagman. Such things were, and are; but I would n't advi[...] |
| is 'at nor a six-'underd- an'-fo'ty-hacre paddick fu[...]the 'osses comes hin, 'e looks roun' an' ses to 'is labour, a-stannin' aside the kerridge, 'Ca[...] |
| [...]se and advanced to his mate's side. “An' wha' is't ye're sayin' till ma face, Andraw?” he asked[...]man; “but I never done a injury to nobody in my life, so fur as I'm aware about.” “What d[...] |
| [...]y of rations. “Vhere iss de (adj.) von?—vhere is de (adj.) autre? All mix—eh? De cohnseer[...] |
| [...]thered from Tom Armstrongs's prompt acceptance of such alibi evidence, touching myself, as would have me[...]erious Motive of Nature's all- pervading Soul. In such mental organisms, opinion, once deflected tangent[...]stubborn orbit of its own. But the Absolute Truth is so large, and human opinion so small, that[...] |
| [...]owing that each of these was acting a part to me. Such is life, my fellow- mummers—just like a poor player, th[...]ll witticism to the further effect that its story is a tale told by a vulgarian, full of slang[...] |
| [...]e proportional intensity of sunlight to moonlight is subject to fluctuations from many causes and is therefore variously stated. The highest accepted ratio is 600,000 to 1; the lowest, 200,000 to 1. A[...] |
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| Furphy, Joseph, 1843-1912 | |
| Country life |
Furphy, Joseph, 1843-1912, Such is life : being certain extracts from the diary of Tom Collins (1997). University of Sydney Library, accessed 06/10/2024, https://digital.library.sydney.edu.au/nodes/view/12105