The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1858-04-27 00:00:00

Varieties.

The world may make • man unfortunate, but not
miserable; that is from himself.
He who does hie best, however little, is always to be
distinguished from him who does nothing.
The world is then to be feared, when it and, us empty
and void of employment. We are safe enough, though
we live in it, if we do not live in idleness.
I never knew a man to escape failure, in either body
or mind, who worked seven days in the week.—Sir
Bober! Peel. . .

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God never allowed any man to do nothing. How
miserable is the condition of those men who spend their
time as if it were not lent. . .

LOVING AND LOVEMALING.—The power of loving
and the power of making love I take to be two very
distinct gifts, seldom found united in one individual.
They resemble, respectively, the power of thinking and
the power of talking, and one would not be much sur-
prised to find that the number of people who can make
love without feeling it is proportionate to that of the
number of people who can and will talk without think-
ing. But do not let us be savage ' • do not let us be dis-
satisfied with these arrangements of nature. Bless us
all, what sort of a world would it be if nobody sighed
and whispered unless he had a passion at his heart, and
If nobody questioned and answered unless he had a
brain in his head. What would become of society in
general and Sir Cromwell Cresswell in particular ?—T/se
Gordian Itnot.

TfiE FAIRY Patrice—Because young lasses are bred
in humdrum country towns, do you suppose they never
indulge in romances? Because they are modest and
have never quitted mother's apron, do you suppose they
have no thoughts of their own? What happens in spite
of all those precautions which the king and queen take
for their darling princess, those dragons, and that im-
penetrable forest, and that castle of steel? The fairy
prince penetrates the impenetrable forest, finds the weak
point in the dragon's scale armour, and gets the better
of all the ogres who guard tte castle of steel. Away
goes the princess to him. She knew him at once. Her
bandboxes and portmanteaus are filled with her best
clothes and all her jewels. She has been ready ever so
long. That is in fairy tales, you understand—where the
blessed hour and youth always arrive, the ivory horn
is blown at the castle gate; and far off in her beauteous
bower the princess hears it, and starts up, and knows
that there is the right champion. He is always ready.
Look! how the giants' heads tumble off as, falchion in
hand, he gallops over the bridge on his white charger!
How should that virgin, locked up in that inaccessible
fortress, where she has never seen any man than was
not 80, or hump-backed, or her father, know that there
were such beings in the world as young men! I suppose
there's an instinct. I suppose there's a season. I never
spoke, for my part, tea fairy princess, or heard as much
from any unenchanted or enchanting maiden. Ne'er a
one of them has ever whispered her pretty little secrets
to me, or perhaps confessed them to herself, her mamma,
or her nearest and dearest confidante. But they vrill
fall in love. Their little hearts are constantly throbbing
at the window of expectancy on the look-out for the
champion. They are always hearing his horn. They
are for ever on the tower looking out for the hero.
Sister Ann, sister Ann, do yon see him? Surely 'tie s
knight with curling mustachios, a flashing cimiter, and a
snit of silver armour. Oh no! it is only a costerinonger
with his donkey and pannier of cabbages. Sister Ann,
sister Ann, what is that cloud of dust? Oh, it is only a
farmer's man driving • flock of pigs from market.
Sister Ann, sister Ann, who is that splendid warrior ad-
vancing in scarlet and gold? He nears the castle, he
clears the drawbridge, he lifts the ponderous hammer at
the gate. Ah me, he knocks twice! 'TM only the post-
man with a double letter from Northamptonshire. So
it is that we make false starts in life.—The Virginians.
CIVILTZATION.—What • task would it involve to
trace minutely the progress of civilization. Cradled in
Central India, in that mysterious land where tradition
has placed the terrestrial paradise, we should find it
developing itself by slow degrees, and invading century
after century each part of the globe. Slowly the giant
infant extended its huge limbs; one of its earliest
efforts was to constitute in a remote corner of the world,
China, with its hieroglyphics, artillery, and printing,
rough outline of the wonders it would one day acoom-
plish. Next it founded in the East, the great empires of
Assyria, Persia, and Chaldea, with their wondrous cities
Babylon, Suez, and Persepolis; the earliest capitals of
the earth, which now scarcely deigns to retain their
tram, but which, whilst the rest of mankind were
plunged in darkness, - shone in all the splendour of
priestly civilization. The next great step was the
colonisation of the isles and borders of the sea, where to
• population of hwibandmen • race of fishermen and
merchants succeeded, from whom sprung the Phceni.
clans, Phyrgians, and 'ryriane, to whose stately cities
and vast commerce the sacred writings themselves hear
witnem. Asia founded at lest on the limits of Africa
=Wel Egypt with its people at prig*, merchants,
droen and follow, • trandlic• has reerdotal

empire to commercial republlo,lrom Babylon to Carth.
age. On Egypt repose the three successive civilisations
of Asia, Africa, and Europe ;t is the keystone of the
arch which connects the anaieni with the modern world.
'pt created Greece, which uclonised the greater part
oirlfely, and fell not till its minion wan accomplished,
Ma arta and sciences transportel to Rome—to that city
so wondrously prepared to naive and propagate them.
Vainly did despotism, alarmed at the progress of nisn•
kind, attempt to crush the capital of the intellectual
world by removing the seat ol empire to the shores
of the Bosphorus. Bysvitium leas= Btauiboul, whilst
ROUla remained Rome. Clvlliution replaced the sword,
and all was told. Like the gushing waters of some
mighty river, the stream could not be rolled batik to Its
source. Many have asked why civilisation in India, so
vigorous in its infancy, should hive remained unchanged,
and, we fear, unchangeable, is the cradle of its birth.
And yet the answer must be @parent to every reflect-
ing mind. Man, in his pride, mistook the outline for
the picture, end pronounced k perfect; superstition
guarded it by cute, passion by lieentionsness, and
tyranny by slavery—ignorant that the true watchword
of humanity is "On, dill on," that immovability is
atrophy, and that mind and body perish alike for want
of fitting nourishment. Thus wo perceive how the
child, although it still remained • child, became the
father of a man ; weak at first, tottering as lie ad.
canoed—now receding—now groping his way amid the
darkness of error—till Christianity, pouring its arterial
blood into his veins, invigorated his feeble system. Thus
cartilage became bone, flesh changed to muscle, and
nerves hardened into steel, yet still retained their sensi-
tiveness. "On." Thera is no mistaking the word; for
Deity itself pronounced it when it placed the first
parents of mankind in • probationary state; and we
doubt not but • time will come when this present age,
with It. wondrous discoveries—steam, gee, electricity—
its science that can measure the universe, describe the
pathway of the stars, the comet's orbit, and rend the
living rook to read upon Be page thou secrets of an
earlier world which Nature's hand has traced, will be
regarded as the mere dawn of intellect and progress.—
Mr. J. F. Smith's Tale, " Smiles and Tears," in
Castello Family Paper.