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Keath took all pens and ink out of each room, and forbid the use of any on pain of the dungeon. Abraham Miller discharged. Jacobus Blauvelt died in the morning, buried at noon. Capt. Ed. Travis brought into our room from the dungeon, where he had long been confined and cruelly treated. Mr. Keath refused me liberty to send a card to Mr Amiel for a lb of tobacco. Capt.
Amiel was never a master of poetical form; his verse, compared to his prose, is tame and fettered; it never reaches the glow and splendor of expression which mark the finest passages of the Journal.
Was it that all the while Amiel felt himself sure of his revanche that he knew the value of all those sheets of Journal which were slowly accumulating under his hand?
Of this great movement, already so productive, Amiel is then a fresh and remarkable instance.
When it came out I had nearly finished the translation of Amiel, which appeared in 1885, and in March of that year some old friends drove me up the remote Westmorland valley of Long Sleddale, at a moment when the blackthorn made lines of white along the lanes; and from that day onward the early chapters of Robert Elsmere began to shape themselves in my mind.
"I read once of a comp'ny putting two locomotives on one track an' running 'em full-tilt together so's to get a picture of the smashup." "Crazy critters!" muttered Cap'n Joab. "But wait till ye see the fillum actresses," Milt chuckled. "Tell ye what, boys, some of 'em 'll make ye open your eyes!" "Ye better go easy. Milt, 'bout battin' your eyes," advised Amiel Perdue.
It is the record, indeed, of a morbid mind, but of a mind gifted with extraordinary acuteness and with the utmost delicacy of perception. Amiel wrote also several essays and poems, but it is for the "Intimate Diary" alone that his name will be remembered. Thoughts on Life and Conduct Only one thing is needful to possess God.
He took with him a propitiatory little volume containing translations of well-known poems by one Amiel. Estelle was regarded as being immensely interested in French; she daily translated themes back and forth from her own language into that of Molière. These singularly neat and exact productions of Amiel's should delight and disarm her. Gerald did not dislike Estelle, far from it.
She presented her love to several people and added in a postscript, "Let me know at Lake George if you have another." Dorothea tore the letter into minute scraps and gave them over to the sea breeze. "Well," queried Amiel idly, "what does she say?" "She says she arrived safely," said Dorothea. * Vol. XXIII No.1 JULY 1910 Fake Mining Schemes that Steal the People's Savings By EMERSON HOUGH
They commune, through their Journals, with the demons that attend them. Amiel begins his Journal with the sentence, "There is but one thing needful to possess God," and Emerson's Journal in its most characteristic pages is always a search after God, or the highest truth. "After a day of humiliation and stripes," he writes, "if I can write it down, I am straightway relieved and can sleep well.
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