The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-03-30
PItEy Sayings and Extracts From the
Works OF Thomas Carlyle.

Fair days wages for s fair days work!
Alas! in what corner Of this planet, since
Adam aUoke on it, was that ever realized.
The days wages of John Milton's days work
called PARADISE Lost and other poems,
were ten pounds, paid by installments, and 9
close escape from death on the galloWs.
g. Win the whole financial ministers, uphol-
sterers. and confectioners of modern Europe
undertake, in joint-stock company, to make
one shoe-black happy, above an hour or two!
For the shoe-black has a soul quite other
b his stomach and would require Gods
infinite universe altogether to himself. Try
him with half q universe, of an Omnipotence,
he sets to quarreling with the proprietor OF
the other half.
For empire or individuals there is but one
class of men to tremble at, and that is the
Stupid class, the class that cannot see, who,
alas, are mainly those who will not see.
Even gossip springing free and CHEEKY
from a human heart, this, too, lsa KING or
yaracity and speech, much preferable to Pc
dautTY anu luauG gray AaAOs @
Ouack and Dupe are upper side and under
side Of the self same substance. Turn up
your dupe into the proper fostering element
and be himself can become a quack.
A dandy is a clothes wearing animal whose
trade, office and experience consist IN the
wearing of clothes. Do but look at him ana
he is contented. May we not well cry shame
on an ungratefull world which refuses this my
Moor BOOM; which will waste its optic faculty
on dried crocodiles and Siamese twins, and
over the domestic wonder Of wonders-a live
dandy glance with hasty Indifference and a
scarcely concealed contempt!
The Withered leaf is not dead and lost.
There are forces in it and around it, though
working in inverse order, else how could It
rot? Despise not the rag from which paper
is made. or he litter from which the earth
makes corn.
Some men wear an everlasting barren sim
per; in the smile of other lies q cold glitter
as of ice; the fewest are able to laugh what
can be called laughing, but only sniff and
Singer from the throat outwards, Or at
best produce some whiting husky cachinna-
ton, as if they were laughing through wool
of none such comes good.
In the way Of writing no great thing was
ever or will ever be done with ease, but with
difficulty. Is it with ease that o man shall
do his best in any shape? Not so. Virgil
and Tacitus, were they ready writer's?
Shakespeare we fancy may have written with
rapidity; but not until he had thought with
intensity. Tt was for him to write rapidly at
fit in tervals, being ready to do it. Goethe
tells as that he had nothing sent him in his
sleeps" no page Of his, but he knew well how
it came there. It is reckoned to be the best
nrose accordingly that has been written BY
any modern.
Poetry lives in a snow-clad sulphurous Ice
land, and not in sunny, Wine-groWing France
flourishes under an arbitrary Elisabeth and
dies out under 8 constitutional George; Philip
Ii has his Cervantes and in prison; Wash
ington and Jackson have only their Coopers
and Browns. Why did poetry appear so
brightly after Thermopyle and Salamis and
quite turn her face and wings away from
those at Lexington and Bunker Hill ?
The heavenly luminarY rises amid vapors;
star-gazers enough must scan it with critical
telescope; it makes no blazing, the world can
either look at or forebear looking at; not IN
til after q time and times does its celestial,
eternal nature become indubitable. Pleasant,
on the other hand, is the blazing of a Tar
the crowd dance merrily round it,
with loud huzzaing, universal three-times
three; but unhappily, it soon ends in dark
ness and foul, choking smoke.
A mans religion consists, not Of the many
things he is in doubt Of and tries to believe
but Of the few ne is assured Of and has no
need of effort for believing. What is incred-
ible to thee thou shalt not, at thy souls peril,
to believe? Go to perdition if thou
Inust-but not with q lie in thy mouth.
On the whole, what a3ssbeautiful establish
ment is here fitted UP for the accommoda-
lion Of the scoundrel-World, male and female.
No Duke ID England is, for all national pur-
poses which q human being can or ought to
aim at, lodged, fed, tended, taken care OF,
such perfection. OF poor craftsmen,
that pay rates and taxes from their daily wa
ges, Of the live millions that toll and moil
under the sun, We know what is the lodging
and tending.
Howard abated the jail-fever; but it seems
to me he has been the innocent cause Of q
far more distressing fever which RACES now
what we may call the benevolent platform
fever. Howard is to be regarded as the un.