Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld The depth and dream of my desire, The bitter paths wherein I stray, Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire, Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay. But it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown’d with summer sea. I may mention here that Mr. Livingstone deserves censure for not giving us an index to his valuable book. This neglect, being greatly provocative of profanity, is an offence against morality. Much loss of time and irritation have been caused to me in looking up passages I remembered in his book—and I have at times given up the search in despair. MEDICAL ATTENDANCE Yesterday the Zeus of stone from the doctor had a call: Though he’s Zeus, and though he’s stone, yet to-day’s his funeral. “Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune.” The reader will not be able to follow this note properly, unless he has read the other notes on the same subject (see Index of Subjects). I repeat here what I say in the Preface that Professor Naylor takes no responsibility for any of the views I express in my notes on the Greeks. |