"Glorious news"!-for the liquor trade; Nobody dreamed of "Beau Brocade." People were thinking of Spanish Crowns; Money was coming from seaport towns! Nobody dreamed of "Beau Brocade," (Only DOLLY the Chambermaid!) Blessings on Vernon! Fill up the cans; Possibly John the Host had heard; And DOLLY had possibly tidings, too, That made her rise from her bed anew, Plump as ever, but stern of eye, Lingering only at John his door, Saddling the grey mare, Dumpling Star, (The old horse-pistol that, they say, And a couple of silver buttons, the Squire 95 100 105 110 115 These she wadded-for want of better- Looked to the flint, and hung the whole, Thus equipped and accoutred, DOLLY Such was the name of a ruined abode, Just on the edge of the London road. Thence she thought she might safely try, As soon as she saw it, to warn the "Fly." But, as chance fell out, her rein she drew, As the BEAU came cantering into view. 120 And something of DOLLY one still may trace Turned King's evidence, sad to state;- 175 As for the BEAU, he was duly tried, Served-for a day-as the last of "sights," Robert Louis Stevenson A SONG OF THE ROAD (From Underwoods, 1887) The gauger walked with willing foot, Whene'er I buckle on my pack You go with me the self-same way- For who would gravely set his face On every hand the roads begin, Then follow you wherever hie 200 For one and all, or high or low, THE CELESTIAL SURGEON If I have faltered more or less THE COUNTERBLAST-1886 My bonny man, the warld, it's true, And aye the best that we'll can do There's rowth2 o' wrang, I'm free to say: An' life a rough an' land'art play 25 5 10 10 Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Merry of soul he sailed on a day Billow and breeze, islands and seas, All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is one. REQUIEM (From the same) Under the wide and starry sky, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill. Thomas Carlyle 1795-1881 THE PHILOSOPHY OF CLOTHES1 (From Sartor Resartus, 1831) 20 20 5 "Well sang the Hebrew Psalmist: "If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the universe, God is there." Thou thyself, O cultivated reader, 12 Two small islands in the Hebrides. 1 The "Philosophy of Clothes," by which Carlyle meant the true significance of the relations in which outward, visible, and material things stand to the inner or underlying world of reality or spirit, is the theme of the book Sartor Resartus (the tailor patched or restored). Carlyle regarded the whole world of the senses-Nature, man's history, institutions, and customs-as the vesture, or clothes, of the spirit beneath. This philosophy he puts in the mouth of an imaginary German professor. Herr Teufelsdröckh, whose "Life and Opinions" are supposed to be set forth by his friend the editor, "a young and enthusiastic Englishman." Teufelsdröckh is described as professor of Allerlei Wissenschaft (all sorts of knowledge) at Weissnichtwo (Don't know where), a name which is the equivalent of Sir Thomas More's Utopia. 2 Psalms, cxxxix. 9-10. |