Fain for the services she may commend;
Content forever the sweet bonds to wear,—
That even Egypt’s moly cannot rend,—
If she, though loving not, to love them will pretend.
Edward W. Barnard.
BUBBLE AND SQUEAK.
The great books teach us to smile at life.
The old proverb that there is nothing new under the sun gives much latitude to dullards and plagiarists, who are altogether destitute of the fascination of a mood or manner. Egoism is the last virtue of modern literature.
It is not so much what a man says, but what he looks, with women. It is the fantasy of wickedness that flashes from eye to eye among dumb clods that keeps poetry perennially in the world.