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wiuch ia ample. ^^"P- ^» ^- 75.

Be who has the truth at his heart ne^

-— - 7^. 4^hA wAnt of persuasion on his

oerer fear the want <»»^^ {If^litat).

Speaking truth is like writing fair, and
Duly comes by practice.

The BsTen Lamps of JUvhiteeture.
Chap, f , Sec. 1.

Among the first habits that a ^oung
architect should learn, is that of thinking in
shadow. Chap. S, See. IS.

It ia the very temple of discomfort, and
the only charity that the builder can extend
to us is to show us. plainly as may be, how
soonest to escape nom it. [This refers to
the architecture of railway stations.]

Chap. 4, See. 21.

That treacherous phantom which men call
Liberty. Chap. 7, Sec. 1.

The greatest efforts of the race have
always been traceable to the love of praise,
as its greatest catastrophes to the love ox
pleasure. Sesame and Lilies. Sec. 1, S,

Nothing is ever done beautifully which ia
done in nvalship, nor nobly which ia done in
pride. Ethics of the Dust

A little group of wise hearts is better than
a wilderness of fools.

Crown of WUd OUts. TTar, II4.

There is onlv one way of seeing things
rightly, and that is, seeing the whole of
them. The Two Paths. Lecture t.

Fine Abt is that in which the hand, the
head, and the heart of man go together, lb.

No human being, however great, or
powerfid, was ever so free as a fish.

Lecture 5,

You may either win your peace or buy
it: win it, by resistance to evil; buy it,
by compromise with eviL lb.

Gk>d never imposes a duty without giving
time to do it.

Lectnrei on Architeetnre. No. t.

Our resfMBct for the dead, when thev are
just dead, is something wonderful^ and the
way we show it more wonderful still.

Political Economy of Art. Lecture f .

LORD JOHN RUSSELL (1792-1878).
The wit of one man, the wisdom of many.*
Quarterly RsTiew. September, 1850.
Ck>n8picuous by its absence.f
Election Address to the Electors of the
City of London. April 6, 1859.

* Claimed by Lord John Russell as his original
definition of a proverb.
\ The idea of this ssylng wu derived from a

E usage in Tacitos : *' Prcefulgebant Gassing atque
ratoseo ipso, quod effigies eomm non visebantnr."
—** Annals," £k)ok 8, concluding paragraph. rCas-
Bins and Brutus were the more distinguished for
that very circumstance that their portraits were
abeent— i.e. firom the funeral of Junia, wife cl
Oassius and sister to Brutus— although the
insignia of twenty illustrious families were carried
la ths procession.)


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Dorset (1686-1608).

So, in this way of writing without thinking,
Thou hast a strange alacri^ in sinking.

Satire on Edward Howard.

His drink, the running stream ; his cup, the

Of his palm closed ; his bed, the hard, cold


Hlrrour for Magistrates. Misery,

Heavy Sleep, the Cousin of Death. SUep.

Went on three feet, and sometimes crept on
four. Old Age,

His withered fist still knocking at death's
door. lb.

Thrice he began to tell his doleful tale,
And thrice the sighs did swallow up his voice.
Henry, Duke of Buckingham.

HENRY ST. JOHN. Vitcount Boling-

broke (1678-1761).

The love of history seems inseparable from
human nature because it seems inseparable
from self-love.
On the Study and Use of History. Letter i.

I have read somewhere or other — in Diony-
Dus of Halicamassus, I think— that History
is Philosophy teaching by examples.*

Letter f .f
Nations, like men, have their infancy.

Letter 4»
All our wants, beyond those which a very
moderate income will supply, are purely

Letter. To Swift, March 17, 1719,

Plain truth will influence half a score men
at most in a nation, or an age, while mystery
will lead millions by the nose.

July 28, 1721.

Pests of society ; because their endeavours
are directed to loosen the bands of it, and to
take at least one ciurb out of the mouth of
that wild beast man. % Sept. It, 1724,

Suspense, the only insupportable mis-
fortune of life. July 24, 1725,

Truth lies within a little and certain com-
but error is immense.

Rofleotions upon Bxile.

* Qcoted fh)Ri Dionysios of Halicarnassos, who
was qnoting Thucydides.

t Invariably (and frequently) quoted byCarlyle,
" History is philosophy teaching by experience."

8u "'lirropttt."

X Referring to free-thinkers and xeligion.

A. Talbot Cecil, 8ra Ifarqvia)


Can it be maintained that a person of any
education can learn anything worth knowing
from a penny paper? It may be said that
people may learn what is said m Parliament.
Well, will that contribute to their education P
Speeches. Eouie of Commoru, 1861. §

More worthy of an attorney than a states-
man. Ib.^

With his hand apoA.ihe throttle-valve of
crime. Some of Lords, 1889, 5

RICHARD SAVAGE (1698 7-1743).
He lives to build^ not boast, a generous race :
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.

The Bastard. /. 7.

Perhaps been poorly rich, and meanly great.
The slave of pomp, a cipher in the state.

/. S9.
O Memoiy ! thou soul of joy and pain !

/. S7.
No mother's care
Shielded my infant innocence with prayer ;
No father's guardian hand my youui main-

Called lorth my virtues, or from vioe
restrained. /. 87,

Those little creatures whom we are pleased
to call the Qreat Letter to a Friend.

When anger rushes, unrestrained, to action.
Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way.

Sir Thos. OTerbory.
Once to distrust is never to deserve.

The Yolonteer Laureate. Xo. ^

Such, Polly, are your sex— part truth, part
fiction ;

Some thought, much whim, and all a con-
tradiction. Verses to a Tonn< Lady.

Worth is by worth in every rank admired.
Epistle to Aaron HllL

GEORGE SAVILE. If arqvis of Hall.

fax (1638-1696).
Friends are not so easily made as kept

Kaxims of State. It.

Justice must tame, whom mercy cannot win.
On the Death of Charles II.

JOHN G. SAXE (1816-1887).
But she was rich, and he was poor.
And so it might not be.

The Way of the World.

§ On the Repeal of the Paper Duties.
[l The remark was afterwards withdrawn aa
being " a great iuJnstice to the attorneys."
1 On the Famell Oommiision, 1889.


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They would baye all men bonnd and thrall
To them, and they for to be free.

or Womankind.

[Sir] WALTER SCOTT (1771-1882).
NoTember'8 sky is chill and drear,
Norember'a leaf is red and sear.

Harmlon. Canto 1. Introduetum,

The Temal snn new life bestows

Eren on the meanest flower that blows. lb.

And wit that loved to play, not wound. lb.

If erer from an EngHsh heart,

O here let prejudice depart 1 lb.

Stood for his country's glory fast,

And nailed her colours to the mast. lb

Profaned theGod-given strength, andmarred
tbe lofty line. -«*•

Coal-black, and grialed here and there.
But more through toil than age.

Canto i, St. 6
His square-turned joints, and strength of

Showed him no carpet knight so irim,
But, in close fiffht, a champion grim,

In camps, a leader sage. lb.

And frame love ditties passing rare,
And sing them to a lady fair. or. 7

Stout heart, and open hand. St, 10.

Por lady's suit, and minstrel's stxain, ^
By knight should ne'er be heard in vam.

We hold our greyhound in our hand,

Our falcon on our glove:
But where should we find leash or band

For dame that loves to rove P
I^ the wild falcon soar her swing,
Shell stoop when she has tired her wing.

St. Urn

I love such holy ramblers ; stiU
They know to charm a weary hiU

With song, romance, or lay ;
Some jovial tale, or glee, or jest,
Some Iyin« legend at the least.

They braig to cheer the way. St. t5.

Just at tiie age 'twixt boy and youth
When thourfit is speech, and speech 18 troth.
^^ Canto i. Introduction.

St. 3.

When musing on oompanions gone,
We douWy feel ourselves alone.
Lore, to her ear, was but a name
Comttned witii vanity and shame.
Her hope., her fears, her joys were aU
BoimSSWithln the cloister wall. lb.

Her kinsmen bade ^^P^l^.^^ j^ .
nfWwho loved her for her Und. St. 6.

In Saxon strength that abbey frown^
With massive luxshes broad and round.

St. 10.

Built ere the art was known
By pointed aisles, and shafted stalk,
The arcades of an alleyed walk

To emulate in stone. lb,

Tis an old tale, and often told. St. ft.

And come he slow, or come he fast.

It is but Death who comes at last. ^. SO,

Still from the grave their voice is heard.

Canto S, Introduetum,
Theirs was the glee of martial breast.
And laughter theirs at little jest. St. 4.

Yet, trained in camps, he knew the art

To win the soldiers' hardy heart.

They love a captain to obey,

Boisterous as March, yet fresh as May ;

With open hand, and brow as free.

Lover of wine and minstrelsy. lb

In the lost battle.

Borne down by the flying.
Where mingles war's lattle.

With groans of the dymg. BL li

Shame and dishonour nt

By his grave ever ; ^
Blessing snail hallow it,—

Never, O never I '»•

High minds, of native pride and f oroe.
Most deeply feel thy pangs. Remorse !

ot, la.

Wearied from doubt to doubt to flee,
We welcome fond credulity,
Guide confident, though blmd. St. 90,

Far may we search before we find

A heart so muily and so kind ! ^

Canto 4. Introduetum,

The flash of that satiric rage,
Which, bursting on the early stage.
Branded the vices of the age,

And broke the keys of Rome. St. 7,

Remains of rude magnificence, St. IL

The saddest heart might pleasure take

To see all nature gay. St. 15.


That kings would tnink withal.
When peace and wealth their land has


'Tis better to sit still and rest.
Than rise, perchance to fall. St. ztf,

Where's the coward that would not dare

To fight for such a land ? ot. SO.

But looking liked, and likinff loved.

Canto o, Introduetum.

Bold in thy applause.
The Bard shall scorn pedantic laws.



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And, oh ! he had that merry glance
That seldom lady's heart resists.
Ughtly from fair to fair he flew,
And loyed to plead, lament, and sue—
Suit lightly won. and short-hyed pain,
For monarchs seldom sigh in yain.

Harmion. Canto 5, SC. 9.

So faithful in loye, and so dauntless in war.

There neyer was knight like the young

Lochiuvar. o^ if.

With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her
eye. lb.

But woe awaits a country when

She sees the tears of hearded men. St. 16,

Hean on more wood ! The wind is chill ;
But let it whistle as it will.
We'll keen o\ir Christmas merry still.
Each age nas deemed the new bom year
The fittest time for festal cheer.

Canto 6, Introduction,
Power laid his rod and rule aside,
And Ceremony doffed her pride. lb.

If unmelodious was the song,

It was a hearty note and strong. Jb,

£ngla2id was merry England, when
Ola Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale,
'Twras Christmas told the merriest tale ;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.

Small thought was his, in after-time
E'er to be hitched into a rhyme. Jb,

A life both dull and dignified. Sf, 1.

And darest thou then
To beard the lion in his den,
The Douglas in his hall P St, I4,

Oh what a tangled web we weaye

When first we practise to deceiye ! St, 17,

And such a yell was there.
Of sudden and portentous birth.
As if men fought upon the earth,

And fiends m upper air. St. t5.

Good -night to Marmion. St, 28,

O woman ! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please.
And variable as the shade
By the li^ht quivering aspen made, —
When pam and anguish wring ^e brow,
A ministering angel thou ! St, SO,

Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears ;
The plaintive voice alone uie hears,
Sees but the dying man. lb,

A sinful heart makes feeble hand. St, 51,
The moniL with imavailing cares,
Exhausted all the Church's prayers. St, St,

Charge Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on !
Were the last words of Harmion. Ib^

O for a blast of that dread horn

On Fontarabian echoes borne ! St. SS,

With thy heart commune, and be still.
If ever, m temptation strong.
Thou left'st the right path K>r ih^ wrong.
If every devious stop, thus trode,
Still led thee farther from the road ;
Dread thou to speak presumptuous doom
On noble Marmion's lowly tomb ;
But say, " He died a eallant knight,
With sword in hand, tot England's right"

St, ST.
Why then a filnal note prolong,
Or lengthen out a closing song ? L*BnToL

To all, to each, a fair good-night

And pleasing areams, to slumbers light ! lb.

Court not the critic's smile, nor dread his

Harold the Danntleti. Introduction.

An evil coxmsellor is despair.

Canto i, St, tl.

And thus Hope me deceived, as she

deceiveth all. Canto 3, St. 1,

'Tis wisdom's use
Still to delay what we dare not refuse.

Canto 4, St. 11,
Comparing what thou art.
With what thou might'st have been.

Waterloo. 18.

The stag at eve had drunk his fill.

Lady of the Lake. Canto i, St. 1.

'Twere long to tell what steeds gave o'er.

St. 6.
Two does of black St. Hubert's breed,
Unmatdied for courage, breath, and speed.

St. 7.
Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day.
That costs thy life, my gallant grey ! St. 9.

Back limped, with slow and crippled pace,
The sulky leaders of the chase. St. 10,

The rocky summits, spUt and rent.
Formed turret, dome, or battlement.
Or seemed fantastically set
With cupola or minaret. St, It

In listening mood, she seemed to stand.
The guardian Naiad of the strand. St, 17.

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace

A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,

Of finer form, or lovelier face !

What though the sun, with ardent frown,

Had slightly ting^ her cheek with brown.

St, IS,
A foot more light, a step more true.
Ne'er from the heath -fiower dashed the
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OnluB V]ld Tisage middle age
Had ^hUv prised its signet sage,
Yet not haa quenched the open truth
And fiery vehemenoe of youth.

Lady of the Lake. Canto 1, si. il.
The win to do, the soul to dare. Jb,

His limhs were cast in manly monld,

For hardy sports or contest hold. lb.

His ready speech flowed fair and free,
In phrase of gentlest courtesy ;
Tet seemed that tone, and gesture hiand,
liess used to sue than to command. lb.

Well showed the elder ladv^s mien

That courts and cities she had seen. St. SO,

Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er,

Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking.

I>ream of battled fields no more.

Bays of danger, nights of waking. St, St.

Snntsman, rest I thy chase is done. St, S2,

True be thy sword, thy friend sincere,
Thy lady constant, kind, and dear !

Canto S, tt. t
Thy mirth refrain.
Thy hand is on a lion's mane. St, It.

Children know,
InstinctiTe taught, the friend and foe.

St. 14,

Hail to the Chief who in triumph adyances.

St, 19.
Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them tlian heaven.

The chase I follow far,
•Hi mimicry of noble war. St, S6.

And each upon his rival glared.

With foot advanced, and blade half bared.

Time rolls his ceaseiwsa coursa

Canto S, tt. 1.
Mfldly and soft the western breeze
Just kissed the lake, just stirred the trees.

St. i.
Uke the dew on Xhe mountain,

like the foam on Uie river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and for ever. St. 16.

Grief claimed his right, and tears their
course. St. 18.

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from
The rose is sweetest washed with morning
And lore is loveliest wh^ embalmed in
tears. Canto ^, tt. 1.

At Jength the fatef nl answer came. St. 6,
Which spills tfaeforemoet foeman's life,
That porty oonquear* in *^® strife. lb.

I love to hear of worthy foes. St. 8,

Each BQent, each upon his guard. St. tO.

That diamond dew, so pure and dear.

It rivals all but Beauty's tear. Canto 5, tt. t.

Your own good blades must win the rest.

Secret path marks secret foe. St. 8.

He manned himself with dauntless air,
Betumed the Chief his haughty stare,
And back against a rock he bore,
And firmly placed his foot before : —
** Come one, come all 1 this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I ! " St. 10,

Heroect was mingled with surprise,

And the stem joy which warriors feel

In foemen worthy of their steel. lb.

Can nought but blood our feud atone !

St. IS.
Thou add'st but fuel to my hate. St. I4,

I thank thee, Roderick, for the word !

It nerves my heart, it steels my sword. lb

Now truce, farewell, and ruth, begone ! Jb,

And all too late the advantage came. St, 16,

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign.

Fantastic, fickle, fierce and vain ?

Vain as the leaf, upon the stream.

And fickle as a changeful dream ;

Fantastic as a woman's mood,

And fierce as Freniy's fevered blood.

Thou many-headed, monster-thing,

O who would wish to be thy Kingr St. SO,

Where, where was Roderick then ?
One blast upon his bugle horn

Were worth a thousand men.

CatUo 6, tt. 18.
The plaided warriors of the North. St, 19.

The Monarch drank, that happy hour.
The sweetest, hohest draught of Power.

The hills grow dark.
On purple peaks a deeper shade descending.

The way was long, the wind was cold,
The Minstrel was infirm and old ;
His withered cheek, and tresses grey,
Seemed to have known a better day.

Lay of the Last mnstral. Introduction.

The unpremeditated lay. lb.

Old times were changed, old manners gone ;
A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne ;
The bigots of the iron time
Had c^led his harmless art a crime. lb.

And tuned, to please a peasant's ear,

The harp a king had loved to hear. lb.

Whose ponderous grate and massy bar
Had oft rolled back the tide of war. lb.


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Ela trembling hand had lost the ease,
Which marks security to please.

Lay of the Last MinstreL Introduction.
The present scene, the future lot,
His toils, his wants, were all forgot. lb.

They carved at the meal
With gloves of steel.
And they dramc the red wine through the
helmet barred. Canto 1, it, 4*

Such is the custom of Branksome Hall.

St. 7.
Vengeance, deep-brooding o*er.the slkin.

Had looked toe source of softer woe ;
And burning pride, and high disdain

Forbade &e rising tear to flow. St, 9,

To her bidding she could bow
The viewless forms of air. St. IB,

What shall be the maiden's fate ?

Who shall be the maiden's mate ? St, 16.

Steady of heart, and stout of hand. St. 21,

Sir William of Deloraine, good at need.

Ambition is no cure for love. St. f7,

Tet through good heart, and Our Lady's

At length he gained the landing place.

If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
Go vidt it by the pale moonlight.

Canto f , St, 1,

fading honours of the dead !

Of high ambition, lowly laid I St, 10,

1 was not always a man of woe. St. It,
I cannot tell how the truth may be ;

I say the tale as 'twas said to me. St, 22,

My heart is dead, my veins are cold :
I may not, must not, sing of love.

St. SO
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove.
And men below, and saints above ;
For love ia heaven, and heaven is love.

Canto Sf si. 2,
The meeting of these champions proud
Seemed like the bursting thunder- cloud.

St, 5.
He was always for ill, and never for good.

St, 12.

And laughed, and shouted, " Lost I Lost !

Lostr' st.:^.

He never counted him a man.

Would strike below the knee. St. Tt.

Along thy wild and willowed shore.

Canto 4t *t, i.
Dear to me is my bonny white steed ;
Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.

St, 10,

For nePtt
Was flattery lost on poet's ear.
A simple race ! they waste their toil
For the vain tribute of a smile, St. $5.

Call it not vain : — ^they do not erfj
Who say, that when the Poet dies.

Mute Nature mourns her wotBhipper,
And celebrates his obsequies.

Canto 5, st. I.

True love's the gift which God has given
'^'^-^Z^^^man alone Deneath the heaven. SL IS.

It is the secret sympathy,

The silver link, the silken tie.

Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,

In body and in soul can bind. lb.

Scarce rued the boy his present plight,

So much he longed to see the fight. St, 18.

Not you, but Fate, has vanquished me.

As I am true to thee and thine.
Do thou be true to me and mine ! Ih.

He would not waken old debate,
For he was void of rancorous hate,
Though rude, and scant of courtesy.

St. 28.
Tet, rest thee God ! for well I know
I ne'er shall find a nobler foe. St. 29^

Breathes there the roan, with soul so dead.
Who never to himself hath said,

This ia my own, my native land !
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned.
As home his footsteps he hath turned.

From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well ;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell ;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless nis wealth as wish can claim ;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self.
Living, shall forfeit fair renown.
And. doubly dying, shall go down
To tne vile dust, m>m whence he sprung.
Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.

Canto 6, tt. 1.
O Caledonia ! stem and wild.
Meet nurse for a poetic child 1
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood.
Land of the mountain and the flood.
Land of my sires ! St. 2.

Unknown the manner of his death. St, 7.

For love will still be lord of alL St, 11.

Soft is the note, and sad the lay.
That mourns the lovely Bosabelle. St, 2S.

From many a garnished niche around.
Stem saints and tortured martyrs frowned.

St. 29.
That day of wrath, that dreadful day.
When heaven and earth shall pass away.

St. SI.


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Oft hsA be changed his weary side,
Compoeed his limhe, and yainly sought
By dfort strong to banish thought,
sleep came at ^gth, but with a train
Of feelings true and lanciee vain,
Mingling, in wild disorder cast,
The expected future with the past.

Bokaby. Canto 7, tt. t.

He woke and feared again to close

His eyelids in such dire repose. St, 4*

He saw and scorned the petty wile. St, 6,

Death had he seen by sudden blow.
By wasting plague, by tortures slow,
By mine or breach, by steel or ball.
Sjiew all his shapes, and scorned them all.

St. 8,
Assumed despondence bent his head,
While troul^ed joy was in his eje.
The well-feigned sorrow to bebe. St. I4.

Doubts, horrorSj superstitious fears
Saddened and dunmed descending years.


Thoughts from the toxigue that slowly port,
Glance quick as lightning through the heart.

St. 19.
Hour after hour he loyed to pore
On Shakespeare's rich and yaried lore.

Friendship, esteem, and fair regard,
And praise, the poet's best reward t St. fS7,

For not to rank nor sex confined
Is this yain ague of the mind. (Su perstition . )
Canto if St, 11,
The sparkle of his swarthy eye.


Speak ttiy pujpose out ;
I loye not mystery or doubt. St. 11.

He bids the ruddy cup go round.

Till sense and sorrow both are drowned.

St. 15.
Much then I learned, and much can show,
Of human guilt and human woe,
Tet ne'er haye, in my wanderings, known
A wretch whose sorrows matched my own.

Canto 4, it. t3.
His face was of the doubtful kind
That wins the eye, but not the mind.

Canto 5, tt, 16,
His was tiie subtle look and sly,
That, spying all, seems nought to spy, lb.

So flits the world's uncertain span !

Nor zeal for Ood, nor loTe for man

GKyes mortal monuments a date

Beyond the power of Time and Fate.

Canto 6, ft. 1,
And sidelong glanced, as to explore,
Is meditated mght, the door. St, 6,

Fell as he was in act and mind.

He left no bolder heart behind ;

Then siye him, for a soldier meet,

A soldier's doak for winding sheet St. SS,

So— now, the danger dared at last.
Look back, and smile at perils past.
Bridal of TrlermalB. Jntrotuietum, St. t.

Like Collins, ill-starred name !

Whose lay's requital was, that tardy Fame,

Who bound no laurel round his liying head.

Should hang it o'er his monument when

dead. St, 8,

So sweet, so soft, so faint,
It seemed an angel's whispered call
To an expiring saint. Canto 1, tt, 4.

Where liyes the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin P St. tl.

For priests will allow of a broken yow.
For penance or for gold. Canto f , tt, T7,

Brand him who will with base report,—
He shall be free from mine. St, 18,

Lordlings and witUngs not a few,
Incapable of doing^ au^t,
Tet ill at ease with nought to do. St, t8.

But answer came there none.

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