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# The Kural or the Maxims of Tiruvalluvar/Chapter 84

CHAPTER 84
FOLLY
831. Dost thou want to know what folly is ? It is the throwing away of that which is profitable and the holding fast to that which is hurtful.
832. The chiefest among all kinds of folly is the folly of inclining the heart towards conduct that is unbecoming to oneself.
833. The fool is neglectful of duties and rude of speech, and callous to all sense of shame: and he will cherish nothing that is good.
834. There is a man that is learned and subtle and a teacher of others, and yet continueth to be the slave of his passions himself : there is no greater fool than he.
835. The fool hath the gift of sowing in one birth the seeds of misery for all his future incarnations.
​836. Behold the fool that taketh in his hand an enterprise of moment: he will not merely spoil it, he will qualify also for fetters.
837. If the fool should come by a great fortune it is strangers that will feast and his kindred will only starve.
838. If the fool obtaineth anything of value he will behave like a madman who is also grown tipsy.
839. Greatly delectable is the friendship of fools : one feeleth no pangs when one parteth from them.
840. Even as is the placing of an unwashed foot on the couch, even so is the entrance of the fool in an assembly of men of worth.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 9/Chapter 7

CHAP. VII.
As Tom, an' please your honour, had no business at that time with the Moorish girl, he passed on into the room beyond to talk to the Jew's widow about love———and his pound of sausages; and being, as I have told your honour, an open, cheary hearted lad, with his character wrote in his looks and carriage, he took a chair, and without much apology, but with great civility at the same time, placed it close to her at the table, and sat down.
There is nothing so awkward, as courting a woman, an' please your honour, whilst she is making sausages———So Tom began a discourse upon them; ​first gravely,———"as how they were made—with what meats, herbs and spices"—Then a little gayly—as, "With what skins—and if they never burst—Whether the largest were not the best"———and so on—taking care only as he went along, to season what he had to say upon sausages, rather under, than over;—that he might have room to act in———
It was owing to the neglect of that very precaution, said my uncle Toby, laying his hand upon Trim's shoulder, That Count de la Motte lost the battle of Wynendale: he pressed too speedily into the wood; which if he had not done, Lisle had not fallen into our hands, not Ghent and Bruges, which both followed ​her example; it was so late in the year, continued my uncle Toby, and so terrible a season came on, that if things had not fallen out as they did, our troops must have perished in the open field.———
———Why therefore, may not battles, an' please your honour, as well as marriages, be made in heaven?—My uncle Toby mused.———
Religion inclined him to say one thing, and his high idea of military skill tempted him to say another; so not being able to frame a reply exactly to his mind———my uncle Toby said nothing at all; and the Corporal finished his story.
​As Tom perceived, an' please your honour, that he gained ground, and that all he had said upon the subject of sausages was kindly taken, he went on to help her a little in making them.—First, by taking hold of the ring of the sausage whilst she stroked the forced meat down with her hand—then by cutting the strings into proper lengths, and holding them in his hand, whilst she took them out one by one—then, by putting them across her mouth, that she might take them out as she wanted them—and so on from little to more, till at last he adventured to tie the sausage himself, whilst she held the snout.———
—Now a widow, an' please your honour, always chuses a second husband ​as unlike the first as she can: so the affair was more than half settled in her mind before Tom mentioned it.
She made a feint however of defending herself, by snatching up a sausage;———Tom instantly laid hold of another———
But seeing Tom's had more gristle in it———
She signed the capitulation—and Tom sealed it; and there was an end of the matter.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 9/Chapter 32

CHAP. XXXII.
There will be just time, whilst my uncle Toby and Trim are walking to my father's, to inform you, that Mrs. Wadman had, some moons before this, made a confident of my mother; and that Mrs. Bridget, who had the burden of her own, as well as her mistress's secret to carry, had got happily delivered of both to Susannah behind the garden-wall.
As for my mother, she saw nothing at all in it, to make the least bustle about—but Susannah was sufficient by herself for all the ends and purposes you could possibly have, in exporting a fa​mily secret; for she instantly imparted it by signs to Jonathan—and Jonathan by tokens to the cook, as she was basting a loin of mutton; the cook sold it with some kitchen-fat to the postillion for a groat, who truck'd it with the dairy maid for something of about the same value—and though whisper'd in the hay-loft, Fame caught the notes with her brazen trumpet and sounded them upon the house-top—In a word, not an old woman in the village or five miles round, who did not understand the difficulties of my uncle Toby's siege, and what were the secret articles which had delay'd the surrender.—
My father, whose way was to force every event in nature into an hypothesis, ​by which means never man crucified Truth at the rate he did—had but just heard of the report as my uncle Toby set out; and catching fire suddenly at the trespass done his brother by it, was demonstrating to Yorick, notwithstanding my mother was sitting by—not only, "That the devil was in women, and that the whole of the affair was lust;" but that every evil and disorder in the world of what kind or nature soever, from the first fall of Adam, down to my uncle Toby's (inclusive) was owing one way or other to the same unruly appetite.
Yorick was just bringing my father's hypothesis to some temper, when my uncle Toby entering the room with marks ​of infinite benevolence and forgiveness in his looks, my father's eloquence re-kindled against the passion—and as he was not very nice in the choice of his words when he was wroth—as soon as my uncle Toby was seated by the fire, and had filled his pipe, my father broke out in this manner.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 9/Chapter 9

CHAP. IX.
Now, for what the world thinks of that ejaculation—I would not give a groat.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 9/Chapter 5

CHAP. V.
As Tom's place, an' please your honour, was easy—and the weather warm—it put him upon thinking seriously of settling himself in the world; and as it fell out about that time, that a Jew who kept a sausage shop in the same street, had the ill luck to die of a strangury, and leave his widow in possession of a rousing trade—Tom thought (as every body in Lisbon was doing the best he could devise for himself) there could be no harm in offering her his service to carry it on: so without any introduction to the widow, except that of buying a pound of sausages at her shop—Tom set out—counting the matter thus within ​himself, as he walk'd along; that let the worst come of it that could, he should at least get a pound of sausages for their worth—but, if things went well, he should be set up; inasmuch as he should get not only a pound of sausages—but a wife—and a sausage-shop, an' please your honour, into the bargain.
Every servant in the family, from high to low, wish'd Tom success; and I can fancy, an' please your honour, I see him this moment with his white dimity waist-coat and breeches, and hat a little o' one side, passing jollily along the street, swinging his stick, with a smile and a chearful word for every body he met:———But alas! Tom! thou smilest no more, cried the Corporal, looking on ​one side of him upon the ground, as if he apostrophized him in his dungeon.
Poor fellow! said my uncle Toby, feelingly.
He was an honest, light-hearted lad, an' please your honour, as ever blood warm'd———
—Then he resembled thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby, rapidly.
The Corporal blush'd down to his fingers ends—a tear of sentimental bashfulness—another of gratitude to my uncle Toby—and a tear of sorrow for his brother's misfortunes, started into his eye and ran sweetly down his cheek together; my uncle Toby's kindled as one ​lamp does at another; and taking hold of the breast of Trim's coat (which had been that of Le Fevre's) as if to ease his lame leg, but in reality to gratify a finer feeling———he stood silent for a minute and a half; at the end of which he took his hand away, and the Corporal making a bow, went on with his story of his brother and the Jew's widow.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 9/Chapter 6

CHAP. VI.
When Tom, an' please your honour, got to the shop, there was nobody in it, but a poor negro girl, with a bunch of white feathers slightly tied to the end of a long cane, flapping away flies—not killing them.—'Tis a pretty picture! said my uncle Toby—she had suffered persecution, Trim, and had learnt mercy———
—She was good, an' please your honour, from nature as well as from hardships; and there are circumstances in the story of that poor friendless slut that would melt a heart of stone, said Trim; and some dismal winter's evening, when your honour is in the humour, they ​shall be told you with the rest of Tom's story, for it makes a part of it———
Then do not forget, Trim, said my uncle Toby.
A Negro has a soul? an' please your honour, said the Corporal (doubtingly).
I am not much versed, Corporal, quoth my uncle Toby, in things of that kind; but I suppose, God would not leave him without one, any more than thee or me———
—It would be putting one sadly over the head of another, quoth the Corporal.
​It would so; said my uncle Toby. Why then, an' please your honour, is a black wench to be used worse than a white one?
I can give no reason, said my uncle Toby———
———Only, cried the Corporal, shaking his head, because she has no one to stand up for her———
———'Tis that very thing, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby,—which recommends her to protection—and her brethren with her; 'tis the fortune of war which has put the whip into our hands now—where it may be hereafter, heaven knows!—but be it where it will, ​the brave, Trim! will not use it unkindly.
———God forbid, said the Corporal.
Amen, responded my uncle Toby, laying his hand upon his heart.
The Corporal returned to his story, and went on———but with an embarrassment in doing it, which here and there a reader in this world will not be able to comprehend; for by the many sudden transitions all along, from one kind and cordial passion to another, in getting thus far on his way, he had lost the sportable key of his voice which gave sense and spirit to his tale: he attempted to resume it, but could ​not please himself; so giving a stout hem! to rally back the retreating spirits, and aiding Nature at the same time with his left arm a-kimbo on one side, and with his right a little extended, supporting her on the other—the Corporal got as near as he could; and in that attitude, continued his story.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 9/Chapter 4

CHAP. IV.
She cannot, quoth my uncle Toby, halting, when they had march'd up to within twenty paces of Mrs. Wadman's door—she cannot, Corporal, take it amiss.———
—She will take it, an' please your honour, said the Corporal, just as the Jew's widow at Lisbon took it of my brother Tom.———
—And how was that? quoth my uncle Toby, facing quite about to the Corporal.
Your honour, replied the Corporal, knows of Tom's misfortunes; but this ​affair has nothing to do with them any further than this, That if Tom had not married the widow—or had it pleased God after their marriage, that they had but put pork into their sausages, the honest soul had never been taken out of his warm bed, and dragg'd to the inquisition—'Tis a cursed place—added the Corporal, shaking his head,—when once a poor creature is in, he is in, an' please your honour, for ever.
'Tis very true; said my uncle Toby looking gravely at Mrs. Wadman's house, as he spoke.
Nothing, continued the Corporal, can be so sad as confinement for life—or so sweet, an' please your honour, as liberty.
​Nothing, Trim———said my uncle Toby, musing———
Whilst a man is free—cried the Corporal, giving a flourish with his stick thus———
​A thousand of my father's most subtle syllogisms could not have said more for celibacy.
My uncle Toby look'd earnestly towards his cottage and his bowling green.
The Corporal had unwarily conjured up the Spirit of calculation with his wand; and he had nothing to do, but to conjure him down again with his story, and in this form of Exorcism, most un-ecclesiastically did the Corporal do it.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 9/Chapter 8

CHAP. VIII.
All womankind, continued Trim, (commenting upon his story) from the highest to the lowest, an' please your honour, love jokes; the difficulty is to know how they chuse to have them cut; and there is no knowing that, but by trying as we do with our artillery in the field, by raising or letting down their breeches, till we hit the mark.———
—I like the comparison, said my uncle Toby, better than the thing itself———
—Because your honour, quoth the Corporal, loves glory, more than pleasure.
​I hope, Trim, answered my uncle Toby, I love mankind more than either; and as the knowledge of arms tends so apparently to the good and quiet of the world———and particularly that branch of it which we have practised together in our bowling-green, has no object but to shorten the strides of Ambition, and intrench the lives and fortunes of the few, from the plunderings of the many—whenever that drum beats in our ears, I trust, Corporal, we shall neither of us want so much humanity and fellow-feeling as to face about and march.
In pronouncing this, my uncle Toby faced about, and march'd firmly as at the head of his company—and the faithful Corporal, shouldering his stick, ​and striking his hand upon his coat-skirt as he took his first step—march'd close behind him down the avenue.
———Now what can their two noddles be about? cried my father to my mother—by all that's strange, they are besieging Mrs. Wadman in form, and are marching round her house to mark out the lines of circumvallation.
I dare say, quoth my mother——— ———But stop, dear Sir———for what my mother dared to say upon the occasion———and what my father did say upon it———with her replies and his rejoinders, shall be read, perused, paraphrased, commented and discanted upon———or to say it all in a word, shall be thumb'd over ​by Posterity in a chapter apart———I say, by Posterity—and care not, if I repeat the word again—for what has this book done more than the Legation of Moses, or the Tale of a Tub, that it may not swim down the gutter of Time along with them?
I will not argue the matter: Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more—every thing presses on—whilst thou art twisting that lock,—see! it grows grey; and ​every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make.———
—Heaven have mercy upon us both!
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 9/Chapter 30

CHAP. XXX.
My uncle Toby and the Corporal had gone on separately with their operations the greatest part of the campaign, and as effectually cut off from all cummunication of what either the one or the other had been doing, as if they had been separated from each other by the Maes or the Sambre.
My uncle Toby, on his side, had presented himself every afternoon in his red and silver, and blue and gold alternately, and sustained an infinity of attacks in them, without knowing them to be attacks—and so had nothing to communicate—
​The Corporal, on his side, in taking Bridget, by it had gain'd considerable advantages—and consequently had much to communicate—but what were the advantages—as well, as what was the manner by which he had seiz'd them, required so nice an historian that the Corporal durst not venture upon it; and as sensible as he was of glory, would rather have been contented to have gone barehead and without laurels for ever, than torture his master's modesty for a single moment—
—Best of honest and gallant servants!—But I have apostrophiz'd thee, Trim! once before—and could I apotheosize thee also (that is to say) ​with good company—I would do it without ceremony in the very next page.
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# The Life of Mary Baker G. Eddy/Appendix C

APPENDIX C
There is no fundamental similarity between Christian Science and Shakerism, but there are significant resemblances. Ann Lee's main contribution to religious theories or pretensions was the idea that God is both masculine and feminine. She, herself, claimed to be the "female principle of God," and the Shakers believed and taught that she was the "female Christ." Mrs. Eddy also teaches the femininity of God, and Christian Scientists have claimed that she is the "feminine principle of Deity." The Shakers asserted for Ann Lee that she was greater than Christ. Mrs. Eddy has said that her revelation of Christian Science was "higher, clearer, and more permanent," than that given eighteen centuries ago. The Shakers prayed always to "Our Father and Mother which are in Heaven," while Mrs. Eddy has "spiritually interpreted" the Lord's Prayer, making it read: "Our Father-Mother God." The Shakers proclaimed Ann Lee to be the woman of the Apocalypse, calling her the "God-anointed Woman," and the "Holy Comforter." In Science and Health, Mrs. Eddy has called the attention of her followers to the significance of the chapter in Revelation on the woman of the Apocalypse and its "relation to the present age," suggesting that the woman represents the founder of Christian Science. Christian Science, Mrs. Eddy teaches, is the "Holy Comforter." In the original ​Mother Church in Boston is a stained-glass window, showing the woman of the Apocalypse clothed in the sun and crowned with twelve stars. It is titled "The Woman God Crowned," and above it is a representation of the book Science and Health. Shakers always called Ann Lee "Mother"; Christian Scientists formerly thus addressed Mrs. Eddy. Mother Ann, like Mother Eddy, declared that she had the gift of healing. She also believed that she took upon herself the sins and sufferings of others; in the early days, Mrs. Eddy had the same idea. The Shakers believed that Mother Ann had spiritual illumination—the mind that saw things as they were; that the rest of the world was deceived; that the evidence of the senses, used against her, might mislead; this is a prevailing idea in regard to Mrs. Eddy among Christian Scientists. Ann Lee governed largely through fear; her followers believed that, with her mental powers, she could inflict torment upon them in this world. In the early Christian Science days, if not now, "malicious animal magnetism"—as Mrs. Eddy named this power of mentally working evil on others—was an orthodox doctrine. The Shakers called their establishment "The Church of Christ"; Mrs. Eddy used the same name, adding the word "Scientist." They called the original foundation the "Mother Church"; Mrs. Eddy so designated her first Boston building. Ann Lee forbade audible prayer, teaching that it "exposed the desires"; Mrs. Eddy opposes audible prayer, which may "utter desires which are not real." Finally, Ann Lee enjoined celibacy. Mrs. Eddy teaches that celibacy is a more spiritual state than marriage; she permits the marriage relation merely as "expedient,"—"suffer it to be so now."
# The Life of Mary Baker Eddy (Wilbur)/Illustrations

ILLUSTRATIONS :
| Mary Baker Eddy Frontispiece ||
| From a photograph. |
| FACING PAGE ||
| Mrs. Eddy's Birthplace in Bow, New Hampshire | 10 |
| As it looked when she was a child. From a chalk drawing by Rufus Baker, steel engraved. |
| Engraving copyrighted by Rufus Baker ||
| The Congregational Church at Tilton, New Hampshire | 32 |
| Mrs. Eddy was a member of this church for many years and taught a class in the Sunday-school. |
| Home of Mark Baker in Tilton, New Hampshire | 44 |
| Where Mrs. Eddy lived as a young widow with her father after her mother's death. Erected in 1848, it has been removed from its original environment. |
| Home of Abigail Tilton, Tilton, New Hampshire | 56 |
| Where Mrs. Eddy lived with her sister before her second marriage. Removed from its original environment. |
| Cottage at North Groton, New Hampshire | 60 |
| The home in the White Mountains to which Dr. Patterson took Mrs. Eddy in 1836. |
| The Squire Bagley Homestead, Amesbury, Massachusetts | 170 |
| Where Mrs. Eddy met John Greenleaf Whittier in 1870. |
| The “Little House in Broad Street,” Lynn, Massachusetts | 212 |
| Where Mrs. Eddy completed the text of the First Edition of Science and Health. |
| The Massachusetts Metaphysical College | 288 |
| One of a series of gray stone residences in Columbus Avenue, Boston, occupied by Mrs. Eddy in 1882. ​ |
| Pleasant View, Concord, New Hampshire | 338 |
| Where Mrs. Eddy resided from 1892 until 1908, and where, from its rear balcony, she addressed a concourse of Christian Scientists in 1901. |
| The Mother Church in Boston | 354 |
| With the Temple Extension. |
| Mrs. Eddy's home, Chestnut Hill, Brookline, Massachusetts | 368 |
# The Life of Mary Baker Eddy (Wilbur)/Permission

MRS. EDDY'S HISTORY
I HAVE not had sufficient interest in the matter to read or to note from others' reading what the enemies of Christian Science are said to be circulating regarding my history, but my friends have read Sibyl Wilbur's book, “Life of Mary Baker Eddy,” and request the privilege of buying, circulating, and recommending it to the public. I briefly declare that nothing has occurred in my life's experience which, if correctly narrated and understood, could injure me; and not a little is already reported of the good accomplished therein, the self-sacrifice, etc., that has distinguished all my working years.
I thank Miss Wilbur and the Concord Publishing Company for their unselfed labors in placing this book before the public, and hereby say that they have my permission to publish and circulate this work.
Mary Baker Eddy.
The above statement by Mrs. Eddy was published in the Christian Science Sentinel of March 12, 1910.
# The Life of Mary Baker Eddy (Wilbur)/Prefatory Quote

IT is commonly said that, if he would be heard, none should write in advance of his times. That I do not believe. Only, it does not matter how few listen. I believe that we are close upon a great and deep spiritual change. I believe a new redemption is even now conceived of the Divine Spirit in the human heart, that is itself as a woman, broken in dreams and yet sustained in faith, patient, long-suffering, looking towards home. I believe that though the Reign of Peace may be yet a long way off, it is drawing near: and that Who shall save us anew shall come divinely as a Woman, to save as Christ saved, but not as He did, to bring with Her a sword.
* William Sharp (Fiona MacLeod) in The Isle of Dreams