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'A little to the left of Sir Thomas are sitting on low stools his two daughters, Cecilia and Margaret. Next him is Cecilia, who has a boot in her lap, clasped. By her side sits her sister Margaret, who has likewise a book on her lap, but wide open, in which is written, L. An. Senecæ Oedipus Fata si liceat mihi fingere arbitrio meo, temperem zephyro levi.
'Qua ex coniunctione naturae et quasi concentu atque consensu, quam συμπάθειαν Graeci appellant, convenire potest aut fissum iecoris cum lucello meo aut meus quaesticulus cum caelo, terra rerumque natura? asks the sceptic in the second of these passages. Vaticinatio probat fati necessitatem. The MS. is 574 Supplément grec de la Bibl. Nationale.
"And I will vouch for Edie Ochiltree, meo periculo, in like manner," said Oldbuck. "So let your clerk draw out the bail-bond, and I will sign it."
The long sweet notes lingered in Basil's mind when he lay down to rest. And, as he crossed himself before sleeping, the only prayer he breathed was: 'Infunde lumen cordi meo. On the morrow he rose earlier, talking the while with his servant Deodatus.
First, then, it is not so much affirmed as taken for granted, by all who ever mention opium, formally or incidentally, that it does or can produce intoxication. Now, reader, assure yourself, meo perieulo, that no quantity of opium ever did or could intoxicate. Because it contains so much proof spirit, and not because it contains so much opium.
The first Langham opened had a Latin dedication in a quavering old man's hand, 'Amico et discipulo meo, signed 'Fredericus Gulielmus Schelling. The next bore the autograph of Alexander von Humboldt, the next that of Boeckh, the famous classic, and so on.
"My soul doth magnify the Lord." 'Twas the song of gratitude, already chanted at the Grotto, and again springing from every heart: "Et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo." "And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour." Meantime it was with increasing, overflowing joy that Marie took part in that radiant ascent, by the colossal gradient way, towards the glowing Basilica.
"My soul doth magnify the Lord." 'Twas the song of gratitude, already chanted at the Grotto, and again springing from every heart: "Et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo." "And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour." Meantime it was with increasing, overflowing joy that Marie took part in that radiant ascent, by the colossal gradient way, towards the glowing Basilica.
Non immerito, benigne peregrine, respondit miles. Nihili aestimo, ait ille tympanista, e pergamena factitius est. Prout christianus sum, inquit miles, nasus ille, ni sexties major fit, meo esset conformis. Crepitare audivi ait tympanista. Mehercule! sanguinem emisit, respondit miles. Miseret me, inquit tympanista, qui non ambo tetigimus!
Across the bright countryside the train triumphantly disappeared, resplendent, growling, chanting at the full pitch of its eight hundred voices: "/Et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo/." "And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour!"
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