I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, "'T is all barren!"
In the Street. Calais.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[379:2]
Maria.
"Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still thou art a bitter draught."
The Passport. The Hotel at Paris.
The sad vicissitude of things.[379:3]
Sermon xvi.
Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.
Sermon xxvii.