鈥楤etter write to the Secretary of State for War, my man,鈥?said the gate sergeant with gruff condescension, 鈥榦r to the Archbishop of Canterbury. One鈥檚 as likely to tell you as another. But you must clear out of this. Can鈥檛 have no loiterers about here. Them鈥檚 my orders. May be the adjutant or the sergeant-major鈥檒l come this way, and I don鈥檛 choose to be blamed for you.鈥? 鈥淯nless one day the tumult of business and the wickedness of men alter so divine a character, you will be worshiped by your people and loved by the whole world. Philosophers, worthy of the name, will flock to your states. The illustrious Queen Christina quitted her kingdom to go in search of the arts. Reign you, Monseigneur, and the arts will come to seek you. Horatia. O, what a relief! he鈥檚 gone! I should never survive another day of such excitement. If they once suppose that their object is gained and the Prince caught, the sentinels will be removed from the garden, and he can escape through the window. If the deception can be carried on for one half-hour he may be saved. I must go and put my sisters on their guard, and prepare the Prince for flight. If Aunt Judith or Weasel see and recognise Daresby all is lost. I wish I could lock them both up. What a labyrinth I am in! The greatest comfort is that the Colonel is a blockhead, and would not know a prince from a pancake! [Exit.] Virg. 加勒比在线东京热在线,亚洲阿v大香蕉2017天堂,玉米影视,大香蕉好好操 And see Things pass'd, and Things to come forespeak. 鈥楳r. Beutel told me with regret that Mr. Baring, on account of low funds, had desired him on Nov. 1st to stop two village-schools near Batala, in which 50 or 60 boys are receiving instruction. I had my Laura鈥檚 锟?鈥攇rown to 锟?, 10s.鈥攈alf of her handsome gift, of which Margaret has the other half. This will keep the village schools going till April; and by that time, please God, others may send help.... People do not seem to care for village schools. Government does not. And the people鈥攐ur dear Natives鈥攁re so anxious to have them. The nicest boys seem the village ones.鈥? 鈥業 will tell you between ourselves, for I would not trouble sweet Aunt Hamilton about anything, that, in my old age, since I have attained seventy, I have had more experience of difficulties and worries than perhaps at any other period of my long Indian career. I need not describe the worries; they are things that rub one, chafe one, make life鈥檚 burden heavier. And why are they permitted, darling? I think that they keep us in a more humble, clinging position. We cannot ask sympathy for such little things; we are pitied for some troubles; others we must keep to ourselves,鈥攖he latter perhaps try us most. But the dear Saviour knows! He experienced daily trials of patience as well as great afflictions. It is good to remember this. Christ, in addition to cruel persecution from open enemies, had to bear the dulness of perception, the weakness of faith, the ambition, the tendency to quarrel, of His daily companions. If great troubles are like the burdens which expand into wings, it seems to me as if petty worries may turn into the soft, downy little feathers which line the wings. They make our wings softer for those whom we have to shelter beneath them. For as the Lord spreads His great Wing over us, He means us to spread our small ones over others.鈥?