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You are my queen, my sultaness; in you lies all the felicity of my life. Ah, sir, replied she, I am sure you would speak otherwise, if you saw a certain lady of my acquaintance that is younger and handsomer: she is a lady of such a pleasant jocund temper as would make the most melancholy person merry.
Milton thus opens the fifth book of "Paradise Lost:" "Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl." Shakespeare makes Romeo describe daybreak: "And jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops." Keats begins "Hyperion" with these lines: "Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn."
"Fancies futile, feeble, vain, Idle dream-drift of the brain, As of old the mystery Doth encompass you and me. "Old and yet young, the jocund Earth Doth speed among the spheres, Her children of imperial birth Are all the golden years. "The happy orb sweeps on, Led by some vague unrest, Some mystic hint of joys unborn Springing within her breast."
I started up the valley, and presently all the earth grew blithe, and the birds filled the woods and valleys with jocund noise. It was near noon before I knew that my pilgrimage was over. Coming round a point of rock, I saw the Gray Monk, of whom strange legends had lately travelled to the city.
Their mirth rang faintly in her ear, and they scarcely heard her fits of coughing; she was as much engrossed in her own thoughts as they in theirs, but hers were sad and theirs were jocund Hogmanay, like all festivals, being but a bank from which we can only draw what we put in.
As she spoke Miss Jocund threw open the door of an adjoining room, where the said productions were elaborately laid out, and Mrs. Stokes ran in to have the first view. Miss Burleigh followed.
His justice remains for ever. Light is risen in darkness for the straightforward people. He is merciful in heart, merciful in deed, and just. A jocund man; who is merciful, and lends. He will dispose his words in judgment. He hath dispersed. He hath given to the poor. His justice remain! for ever. His horn shall be exalted in glory.
This was very agreeable to Bessie, but Miss Jocund looked like an angry sphinx, and as the defeated nurse appeared she said with suppressed excitement, "Sally, how often must I warn you to keep the boy out of the show-room? Carry him away." The flaxen cherub was born off kicking and howling; Bessie looked as if she were being punished herself, Mrs. Stokes stood confounded, Mrs. Betts turned red.
Blue, of course?" she said. Bessie acquiesced. "Any taste, any style?" the milliner further queried. "Yes. Give me always simplicity and no imitations," was the unhesitating, concise reply. "Miss Fairfax and I understand one another. Anything more to-day, ladies?" Bessie and Mrs. Stokes considered for a moment, and then said they would not detain Miss Jocund any longer from her newspaper.
When Mrs Grantly returned she found him in jocund spirits. And yet she perceived that he was so weak that when he left his chair he could barely get across the room without assistance. Mrs Baxter, indeed, had not sent to her too soon, and it was well that the prohibition had come in time to prevent some terrible accident. "Papa," she said, "I think you had better go with me to Plumstead.
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