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 As mere gratuitous trifling in presence of business and duty, As does the turning aside of the tourist to look at a landscape Seem in the steamer or coach to the merchant in haste for the city. Hungry and fainting for food you ask me to join you in snapping— What but a pink paper comfit, with motto romantic inside it? Wishing to stock me a garden, I'm sent to a table of nosegays; Pretty, I see it, and sweet; but they hardly would grow in my borders. Better a crust of black bread than a mountain of paper-confections, Better a daisy in earth than a dahlia cut and gathered, Better a cowslip with root than a prize carnation without it.

That I allow, said Adam. But he with the bit in his teeth,—scarce Breathed a brief moment, and hurried exultingly on with his rider, Far over hillock, and runnel, and bramble, away in the champaign, Snorting defiance and force, the white foam flecking his quarters, Rein hanging loose to his neck, and head projected before him.

Oh, if they knew and considered, unhappy ones! oh, could they see, could But for a moment discern, how the blood of true gallantry kindles, How the old knightly religion, the chivalry semi-quixotic Stirs in the veins of a man at seeing some delicate woman Serving him, toiling—for him, and the world; some tenderest girl, now Over-weighted, expectant, of him, is it? who shall, if only Duly her burden be lightened, not wholly removed from her, mind you, Lightened if but by the love, the devotion man only can offer, Grand on her pedestal rise as urn-bearing statue of Hellas;— Oh, could they feel at such moments how man's heart, as into Eden Carried anew, seems to see, like the gardener of earth uncorrupted, Eve from the hand of her Maker advancing, an helpmeet for him, Eve from his own flesh taken, a spirit restored to his spirit, Spirit but not spirit only, himself whatever himself is, Unto the mystery’s end sole helpmate meet to be with him;— Oh if they saw it and knew it; we soon should see them abandon Boudoir, toilette, carriage, drawing-room, and ball-room, Satin for worsted exchange, gros-de-naples for linsey-woolsey, Sandals of silk for clogs, for health lackadaisical fancies! So, feel women, not dolls; so feel the sap of existence Circulate up through their roots from the far-away centre of all things, Circulate up from the depths to the bud on the twig that is topmost!