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 Yes, yes; there is a ruling Fate! On that we mortals may rely; And 'tis a comfortable knowledge.

And so the matter ended, eh?

Oh no, far otherwise I found it; For busy-bodies mixed themselves, With furious outcries, in the business. The juniors of the clan were worst; With seven of them I fought a duel. That time I never shall forget, Though I came through it all in safety. It cost me blood; but that same blood Attests the value of my person, And points encouragingly towards The wise control of Fate aforesaid.

Your outlook on the course of life Exalts you to the rank of thinker. Whilst the mere commonplace empiric Sees separately the scattered scenes, And to the last goes groping on, You in one glance can focus all things. One norm to all things you apply. You point each random rule of life, Till one and all diverge like rays From one full-orbed philosophy.— And you have never been to college?

I am, as I've already said,