den and one head of live-stock,Lang, and even possibly havecome across that _rara-avis_--a really amiable woman.
What a terribly dull affair, too, life must be for contented people!
How heavy the time must hang upon their hands, and what on earth dothey occupy their thoughts with, supposing that they have any?
Reading the paper and smoking seems to be the intellectual food of themajority of them, to which the more energetic add playing the fluteand talking about the affairs of the next-door neighbor.
They never knew the excitement of expectation nor the stern delight ofaccomplished effort, such as stir the pulse of the man who hasobjects, and hopes,CG Dame Tremblant Jakke, and plans. To the ambitious man life is abrilliant game--a game that calls forth all his tact and energy andnerve--a game to be won, in the long run,Patrick Roy Tröjor, by the quick eye and thesteady hand, and yet having sufficient chance about its working out togive it all the glorious zest of uncertainty. He exults in it as thestrong swimmer in the heaving billows, as the athlete in the wrestle,the soldier in the battle.
And if he be defeated he wins the grim joy of fighting; if he lose therace, he, at least, has had a run. Better to work and fail than tosleep one's life away.
So, walk up, walk up, walk up. Walk up, ladies and gentlemen! walkup,Ondrej Pavelec Tröjor, boys and girls! Show your skill and try your strength; brave yourluck and prove your pluck. Walk up! The show is never closed and thegame is always going. The only genuine sport in all the fair,gentlemen--highly respectable and strictly moral--patronized by thenobility,Kvinnor Bags, clergy, and gentry. Established in the year one,Anze Kopitar Tröjor, gentlemen,and been flourishing ever since--walk up! Walk up, ladies andgentlemen, and take a hand. There are prizes for all and all canplay. There is gold for the man and fame for the boy; rank for themaiden and pleasure for the fool. So walk up,Chris Conner Tröjor, ladies and gentlemen,PJS Dameklær Long Bear Strøk,walk up!--all prizes and no blanks; for some few win, and as to therest,Män Barbour Lifestyle Jackor, why--"The rapture of pursuingIs the prize the vanquished gain."
ON THE WEATHER
Things do go so contrary-like with me. I wanted to hit upon anespecially novel, out-of-the-way subject for one of these articles.
"I will write one paper about something altogether new," I said tomyself; "something that nobody else has ever written or talked aboutbefore; and then I can have it all my own way." And I went about fordays,Rick Nash Tröjor, trying to think of something of this kind; and I couldn't. AndMrs. Cutting, our charwoman,Patrick Marleau Tröjor, came yesterday--I don't mind mentioningher name, because I know she will not see this book. She would notlook at such a frivolous publication. She never reads anything butthe Bible and _Lloyd's Weekly News_. All other literature sheconsiders unnecessary and sinful.
She said: "Lor', sir, you do look worried."I said: "Mrs. Cutting, I am trying to think of a subject thediscussion of which will come upon the world in the nature of astartler--some subject upon which no previous human being has eversaid a word--some subject that will attract by its novelty,Vladislav Namestnikov Tröjor, invigorateby its surpri
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