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All had been. He sank to the floor at the foot of the large cross which hung on its bare white walls. Grief's illimitable wave went over him, and like a drowning man he uttered an inarticulate cry of agony the cry of a soul that had wronged its destiny. Love had betrayed him to ruin. All he had done must be abandoned. All he had won must be given up.
Look pleasant, please, when you have met reverses, when you beneath misfortune's stroke are bent, when all your hopes seem riding round in hearses a scowling brow won't help you worth a cent. Look pleasant, please, when days are dark and dismal and all the world seems in a hopeless fix; the clouds won't go because your grief's abysmal, the sun won't shine the sooner for your kicks.
"'I'm awake, says Grief. "'Well, why don't you get outen the rain? "'I'm all wet now an' the rain don't do no hurt, says Grief. "An' this yere lazy Grief Mudlow keeps on layin' thar. It ain't no time when the branch begins to raise; the water crawls up about Grief's feet. So his pard shouts at him some more: "'Whoopee, you Grief ag'in! he says.
The old man ceased to speak. The solemn manner, and the earnest tones in which he had told this sad episode of his life, made a deep impression on me; and when I looked on his frame, bent more by sorrow than with age, and saw the settled gloom of an inward grief shadowing a countenance, on which length of years and rectitude of conduct should have left the lines of happiness and mental peace, I felt how unable was virtuous thought, or strength of intellectual refinement, to secure, even, the love of life's young day, or to soothe the anguish of its loss; and, unresistingly, I yielded to the remembrance of hope's passionate farewell to joys, once dreamed of, before the world's strange knowledge fell with grief's canker on the bloom of my own heart.
It is as impossible you should understand it therefore, its sorrow, as that you should understand God, who alone understands you. Be developed into the divine idea of you; for your grief's sake let God have his way with you, and not only will all be well, but you shall say, "It is well." It was a sore and dreary time for Hester, alone in the room where she had spent so many happy hours.
But they could do no damage, for the men of the Rattler were firing from the shelter of the deck-houses, while the wind and tide carried the schooner farther in. There was no sign of the Valetta, which had sunk in the deep water of the crater. Two things Raoul Van Asveld did that showed his keenness and coolness and that elicited Grief's admiration.
Snow pleaded charge of the schooner, and went on board. In addition to his repugnance at breaking salt with the man who had robbed him, it was necessary for him to impress the in-violableness of Grief's lies on the Kanaka crew. By eleven o'clock Grief came on board, to find his mate waiting up for him. "There's something doing on Swithin Hall's island," Grief said, shaking his head.
"We might have been fighting for empires a hundred years ago." It was Grief's turn to bow. "As it is, we are squalidly scrapping over the enforcement of the colonial laws of those empires whose destinies we might possibly have determined a hundred years ago." "It all comes to dust," Raoul remarked sen-tentiously, sitting down. "Go ahead with your meal. Don't let me interrupt."
And by God! you can't stop me. Put that in your pipe." The look of pained surprise on Grief's face deepened. "You mean you're going to cheat me out of that twelve hundred, Griffiths?" "That's just about the size of it, old man. And calling hard names won't help any. There's the wind coming. You'd better get overside before I pull out, or I'll tow your canoe under."
'Sir D'Anvers Osborne, Bart., Governor of New York, soon after his arrival there; in his garden. Solamen miseris, &c., is imitated by Swift in his Verses on Stella's Birthday, 1726-7: 'The only comfort they propose, To have companions in their woes. Swift's Works, ed. 1803, xi. 22. The note on Lucrece was, I conjecture, on line 1111: 'Grief best is pleased with grief's society.
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