They don't seem to be teetotallers and yet they are in no mischief. Any excuse is enough to make us enjoy ourselves, when we have good company and a fine day.
A beautiful picture of a child who thinks and feels more than he can say. There is a look in his eyes which shows that conscience is troublesome after thoughtlessness; for
"Evil is wrough by want of thought
As well as want of heart." --T. Hood.
"The greatest boon of the age," said J.R. Green, the historian and East Londoner, is a cheap photography: it links scattered families, of which the little maiden counts the pussy as part.
"It is a beauteous evening, calm and free;
The holy time is quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquility." --Wordsworth
The scene is in France, where a betrothal is as binding as a marriage itself. The young couple are engaging themselves in presence of the lawyer and their friends.
In the times of the wars against Napoleon. The regiment is passing through a village which was the old home of some of the men. The friends show their gried in different ways, and some who show least feel most.
War's a game, which, were their subjects wise,
Kings should not play.--Cowper.
The monks are being armed against the enemies of the church, and Cardinal de Guise is looking on and conversing with the officers. The monks seem to be poor recruits, and make an awkward squad. For some of them life has been so empty that even danger cannot arouse them; and there are others whole "warfare is not of this world," and who have found much in life that is not to be won by fighting.
Every face tells its tale of the past, and the one at the end of the second row may tell of the future, for he is resting in the sleep of death. "Yonder sits some three-score pensioners of the hospital, listening to the prayers and psalms. It is a scene of age and early memories, and pompous death. How solemn the well remembered prayers are: 'The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delghteth in his way.'"--(Thackeray.)
The tale has as many meanings as it has hearers. The monk who loves his ease finds something to make him laugh; the other finds something to make him sad.