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"The Dial" was edited at first by Margaret Fuller, afterwards by Emerson, who contributed more than forty articles in prose and verse, among them "The Conservative," "The Transcendentalist," "Chardon Street and Bible Convention," and some of his best and best known poems, "The Problem," "Woodnotes," "The Sphinx," "Fate."
The frame of the dial is beveled, the face declining toward the medium, so that she has no difficulty in observing where the index points. After concluding her performances under the table, this medium sometimes moves her chair about two feet back and sits with her side toward the end of the table, with one leg of which, however, the skirt of her dress comes in contact.
Gauges are made which record automatically the rainfall on a chart or dial, but these are necessarily much more expensive than those which merely catch the water for measurement.
For in every one of the signs there are as many holes as the corresponding month has days, and a boss, which seems to be holding the representation of the sun on a dial, designates the spaces for the hours. This, as it is carried from hole to hole, completes the circuit of a full month.
One of them who signs himself H. D. writes thus in the "Dial" on "Helios": "Helios makes all things right night brands and chokes, as if destruction broke over furze and stone and crop of myrtle-shoot and field-wort, destroyed with flakes of iron, the bracken-stone, where tender roots were sown blight, chaff, and wash of darkness to choke and drown.
And also here and there a town clock with only one hand a hand which stretches across the dial and has no joint in it; such a clock helps out the picture, but you cannot tell the time of day by it. Between the curving line of hotels and the lake is a broad avenue with lamps and a double rank of low shade trees.
With that she changed her mind a thing the good gardener must often do and appointed the dial to a place where one comes upon it quite incidentally while moving from one main feature of the grounds to another.
The silly fellow had written: Life is Love, the poets tell us, In the little books they sell us; But pray, ma'am what's of Life the Use, If Life be Love? For Love's the Deuce. Dolly began to laugh gently, digging the pin again into her hat. "I wonder," she said, "whether they used to come and sit by this old dial just as we did this morning!"
"Four thousand. Aren't you coming up on the bridge?" The bow colloid is unshuttered and Captain Purnall, one hand on the wheel, is feeling for a fair slant. The dial shows 4300 feet. "It's steep to-night," he mutters, as tier on tier of cloud drops under. "We generally pick up an easterly draught below three thousand at this time o' the year. I hate slathering through fluff." "So does Van Cutsem.
To Him a thousand years are but as yesterday when it is past, and the dial on which His operations are recorded takes no note of human thoughts and expectations. The same is true, I think, in the moral world.
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