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And let me tell you that my idea of no kind of conversation is to have a guy spring 'Have you read? on me every few seconds, and me coming back with: 'No, I haven't. Ain't it interesting! If that's the brand of converse at Prof Frazer's you can count me out." Genie laughed.
Religion is but magic written in different characters; and for those who can interpret them it spells the same thing. But though this is the conclusion to which Dr. Frazer's argument leads, and to which in the first edition of his Golden Bough it clearly seemed to point; in the preface to the second edition he formally disavows it.
E. B. Eastwick, and originally published abroad for students' use. But this translation was too strictly literal for general readers. It has been carefully revised, and some portions have been entirely rewritten by the Rev. THE CAMP OF WALLENSTEIN was translated by Mr. James Churchill, and first appeared in "Frazer's Magazine."
David was present, and the result of the conclave is shown by the following excerpt from a letter the barrister sent by them to Mrs. Capella, incidentally excusing his personal attendance at the Hall: "In my opinion, your cousin David and you should guarantee the payment of the land-tax on Mr. Frazer's estate £650 per annum for five years.
He had arrived at Dad Frazer's camp at sunrise, weak from the drain of his hurt, to find Joan waiting for him on the rise of the hill. She hurried him into Rabbit's hands, leaving explanations until later. They had come to the end of them now. Mackenzie knew that it was better for her faith in mankind for all her future years, and for the peace of her soul, that she should never know.
Next morning Carl and the Turk enrolled in Frazer's optional course in modern poetry, a desultory series of lectures which did not attempt Tennyson and Browning. So Carl discovered Shelley and Keats and Walt Whitman, Swinburne and Rossetti and Morris. He had to read by crawling from word to word as though they were ice-cakes in a cataract of emotion. The allusiveness was agonizing.
Now it was that Frazer's loss was most bitterly deplored, for he had often pledged himself to bring off the army in safety, should a retreat become necessary. He had marked out, and intrenched this very position, in which the army now found its last retreat.
Abbie Snover didn't know, yet she had walked all the way to Mile Corners in the cold. He couldn't understand it. "What'd you come for, anyhow, Abbie Snover?" "Now, Owen, you wait!" Owen Frazer's wife turned to Abbie: "Got lonesome, did you, all by yourself in that big barn of a house?" "I want to talk to Old Chris," Abbie repeated. "Was you so fond of him, then?" Abbie made no answer.
The chaste man, i.e., the man of prudence and self-control, is the man who has lost the nakedness of his primitive innocence." Cf. also Chs. IV and VII of Westermarck's History of Human Marriage, and also Chs. XXXVIII and XLI of the same author's Origin and Development of the Moral Ideas, vol. ii; Frazer's Golden Bough contains much bearing on this subject, as also Crawley's Mystic Rose.
In the lower Sacramento the flesh of the quinnat in either spring or fall is rarely pale. In the Columbia, a few with pale flesh are sometimes taken in spring, and a good many in the fall. In Frazer's River the fall run of the quinnat is nearly worthless for canning purposes, because so many are white meated.
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