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We passed through the meadow lands, studded with slumbering flocks; we followed the branch of the creek, which was linked to its source in the mountains by many a trickling waterfall; we threaded the gloom of stunted, misshapen trees, gnarled with the stringy bark which makes one of the signs of the strata that nourish gold; and at length the moon, now in all her pomp of light, mid-heaven among her subject stars, gleamed through the fissures of the cave, on whose floor lay the relics of antediluvian races, and rested in one flood of silvery splendor upon the hollows of the extinct volcano, with tufts of dank herbage, and wide spaces of paler sward, covering the gold below gold, the dumb symbol of organized Matter's great mystery, storing in itself, according as Mind, the informer of Matter, can distinguish its uses, evil and good, bane and blessing.
We passed through the meadow-lands, studded with slumbering flocks; we followed the branch of the creek, which was linked to its source in the mountains by many a trickling waterfall; we threaded the gloom of stunted, misshapen trees, gnarled with the stringy bark which makes one of the signs of the strata that nourish gold; and at length the moon, now in all her pomp of light, mid-heaven amongst her subject stars, gleamed through the fissures of the cave, on whose floor lay the relics of antediluvian races, and rested in one flood of silvery splendour upon the hollows of the extinct volcano, with tufts of dank herbage, and wide spaces of paler sward, covering the gold below, Gold, the dumb symbol of organized Matter's great mystery, storing in itself, according as Mind, the informer of Matter, can distinguish its uses, evil and good, bane and blessing.
To anyone who has ever looked on the face of a dead child or parent the mere fact that matter COULD have taken for a time that precious form, ought to make matter sacred ever after. It makes no difference what the PRINCIPLE of life may be, material or immaterial, matter at any rate co-operates, lends itself to all life's purposes. That beloved incarnation was among matter's possibilities.
"So you think we couldn't see what we were doing!" replied Stolpe, much offended. "But we can accept the consequences we can do that! And you want to get up on the platform and talk them silly, and then they are to vote the other way round! No, no nonsense here! They voted according to their convictions and with that the matter's settled, whether it's right or wrong! It won't be altered!"
In this alone she had been an idealist, but she might have known that good men were a prey to the unworthy of the opposite sex. She glanced at Austen's face, and he smiled at her gently, as though he divined something of her thoughts. "If it isn't your fault, that you're not happy, then the matter's easily mended," she said. He shook his head at her, as though in reproof.
Arrived at this, he said: 'Look here, Tom. I know your ways. I shouldn't have bothered you here; I never have before; but we couldn't very well talk it over in business hours; and besides you're never at the Brewery till Monday, and the matter's rather urgent. 'Why don't you speak like that in Parliament? the old man interposed. 'Because Parliament isn't my brother, replied Mr. Andrew.
It has always struck the Author as remarkable that men should so obstinately refuse to admit the possibility of matter's necessary existence, while they readily embrace, not only as possibly, but certainly, true, the paradoxical proposition that a something, having nothing in common with anything, is necessarily existent. Matter is everywhere around and about us.
Behold likewise the ships, which tho' they be Of mighty bulk, and thro' the raging sea Are driv'n by the strength of winds, yet they By a small helm the pilot's will obey. Ev'n so the tongue of man, which tho' it be But a small member, in a high degree It boasts of things. Behold, we may remark How great a matter's kindled by a spark.
"Well," said he, dropping into his arm-chair, "the matter's settled one way or another, so far as we're consarned. The letters are in the post, and there's no gettin' them out unless by Act o' Parliament. I don't mind tellin' you just what I said, if you think 'twould be fairer-like." "I'm agreeable." "You won't take it amiss that I pitched it pretty strong?" "Not at all," answered 'Bias.
An hour later he heard that the Colonel was getting the best of it; the uncles were finally inclining to let the case go for trial. "The matter's settled," said the Colonel, sighing. "Enough." After this decision all the uncles, even the emphatic Colonel, became noticeably depressed. A silence followed. "Merciful Heavens!" sighed Ivan Markovitch. "My poor sister!"
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