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Updated: May 31, 2025
HINC ILLAE LACHRYMAE! thought Alan Fairford to himself; but the hint presently determined him to proceed by soft means and with caution. 'I beg you to understand, said Fairford, 'that in the investigation I am about to make, I design no harm to Mr. Herries, or Redgauntlet call him what you will. All I wish is, to ascertain the safety of my friend.
It was no doubt written in a tone calculated to affect him deeply, since it induced him to form a resolution, which could only be carried into execution by the tenderest and most generous sympathy for his unhappy friend. Sunt hie etiam sua proemia laudi, Sunt lachrymae rerum, et mentem mortalia tangunt. E'en the mute walls relate the victim's fame. And sinner's tears the good man's pity claim.
This tamed lion shall be drawn by prancing steeds in gilded chariots; we will anoint him with honey and feed him with nightingales' tongues; he shall bathe in Lachrymae Christi, and all that the most fantastic dream and the wildest flights of fancy can imagine shall be set before him.
In one respect, however, if in one only, the arrangement had been unfortunate. Hinc illae lachrymae. For the Religious Newspapers, and Periodical Heresy-hunters, getting very lively in those years, were prompt to seize the cue; and have prosecuted and perhaps still prosecute it, in their sad way, to all lengths and breadths.
For they range all the way from the most mordant to the most pathetic irony from Mephistophelean laughter to warm, human tears: "Sunt lachrymae rerum." "Make a reputation first by your more solid achievements," counselled Oliver Wendell Holmes. "You can't expect to do anything great with Macbeth, if you first come on flourishing Paul Pry's umbrella."
Hinc illae lachrymae; in plain truth, Honour had as much love for her mistress as most servants have, that is to say But besides this, her pride obliged her to support the character of the lady she waited on; for she thought her own was in a very close manner connected with it.
"Turn, stranger, turn, and from this sanctum rush, The fires of genius burn when Bessie wields the brush." And this: "She won't let me in! Hinc illae lachrymae!" This legend was accompanied by a chalk picture of himself shedding large tear-drops into a tub. This morning, however, the studio was not in a state of siege, as Tom and Gem were both engaged in a work of great importance in the garden.
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