like—­the very same words almost).  The bounties of the Father I believe to be countless and inexhaustible for most of us here in life; Love the greatest.  Art (which is an exquisite and admiring sense of nature) the next.—–­ By Jove!  I’ll admire, if I can, the wing of a cock-sparrow as much as the pinion of an archangel; and adore God, the Father of the earth, first; waiting for the completion of my senses, and the fulfilment of His intentions towards me afterwards, when this scene closes over us.  So, when Bullar turns up his eye to the ceiling, I’ll look straight at your dear, kind face and thank God for knowing that, my dear; and, though my nose is a broken pitcher, yet, Lo and behold, there’s a well gushing over with kindness in my heart where my dear lady may come and drink.  God bless you,—­and William and little Magdalene.

ODOURS AND MOUSTACHES
[Sidenote:  Montaigne]

The simplest and merely natural smells are most pleasing unto me; which care ought chiefly to concerne women.  In the verie heart of Barbarie, the Scithian women, after they have washed themselves, did sprinkle, dawbe, and powder all their bodies and faces over with a certain odoriferous drug that groweth in their countrie:  which dust and dawbing being taken away, when they come neere men, or their husbands, they remaine verie cleane, and with a verie sweet savouring perfume.  What odour soever it be, it is strange to see what hold it will take on me, and how apt my skin is to receive it.  He that complaineth against nature, that she hath not created man with a fit instrument, to carrie sweet smells fast-tied to his nose, is much to blame; for they carrie themselves.  As for me in particular, my mostachoes, which are verie thick, serve me for that purpose.  Let me but approach my gloves or my hand kercher to them, their smell will sticke upon them a whole day.  They manifest the place I come from.  The close-smacking, sweetnesse-moving, love-alluring, and greedi-smirking kisses of youth, were heretofore wont to sticke on them many houres after; yet I am little subject to those popular diseases that are taken by conversation and bred by the contagion of the ayre:  And I have escaped those of my time of which there hath beene many and severall kinds, both in the Townes, about me, and in our Armie:  We read of Socrates that during the time of many plagues and relapses of the pestilence, which so often infested the Citie of Athens, he never forsooke or went out of the Towne:  yet was he the only man that was never infected, or that felt any sickness.

FROM THE BALLAD A-LA-MODE [Sidenote:  Austin Dobson]

  “Ah, Phillis! cruel Phillis! 
    (I heard a shepherd say)
  You hold me with your eyes, and yet
    You bid me—­Go my way!”

  “Ah, Colin! foolish Colin! 
    (The maiden answered so)
  If that be all, the ill is small,
    I close them—­You may go!”

  But when her eyes she opened
    (Although the sun it shone),
  She found the shepherd had not stirred—­
    “Because the light was gone!”