International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1, eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 523 pages of information about International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1,.

International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1, eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 523 pages of information about International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1,.

Mr. Squills, hastily retreating behind The Times.—­“I don’t think the Great Western can fall any lower; though it is hazardous—­I can but venture a few hundreds—­”

Pisistratus.—­“On our land, Squills?  Thank you.”

Mr. Squills.—­“No, no—­anything but that-on the Great Western.”

Pisistratus relapses into gloom.  Blanche steals up coaxingly, and gets snubbed for her pains.  A pause.

Mr. Caxton—­“There are two golden rules of life; one relates to the mind, and the other to the pockets.  The first is—­If our thoughts get into a low, nervous, aguish condition, we should make them change the air; the second is comprised in the proverb, ’it is good to have two strings to one’s bow.’  Therefore, Pisistratus, I tell you what you must do—­Write a Book!”

Pisistratus.—­“Write a Book!—­Against the abolition of the Corn Laws?  Faith, sir, the mischief’s done.  It takes a much better pen than mine to write down an Act of Parliament.”

Mr. Caxton.—­“I only said, ‘Write a Book.’  All the rest is the addition of your own headlong imagination.”

Pisistratus, with the recollection of The Great Book rising before him.—­“Indeed, sir I should think that would just finish us!”

Mr. Caxton, not seeming to heed the interruption.—­“A book that will sell!  A book that will prop up the fall of prices!  A book that will distract your mind from its dismal apprehensions, and restore your affection to your species, and your hopes in the ultimate triumph of sound principles—­by the sight of a favorable balance at the end of the yearly accounts.  It is astonishing what a difference that little circumstance makes in our views of things in general.  I remember when the bank in which Squills had incautiously left L1000 broke, one remarkably healthy year, that he became a great alarmist, and said that the country was on the verge of ruin; whereas, you see now, when, thanks to a long succession of sickly seasons, he has a surplus capital to risk in the Great Western—­he is firmly persuaded that England was never in so Prosperous a condition.”

Mr. Squills, rather sullenly.—­“Pooh, pooh.”

Mr. Caxton.—­“Write a book, my son—­write a book.  Need I tell you that Money or Moneta, according to Hyginus, was the mother of the Muses?  Write a book.”

Blanche and my Mother, in full chorus.—­“Oh yes, Sisty—­a book-a book! you must write a book.”

“I am sure,” quoth my Uncle Roland, slamming down the volume he had just concluded, “he could write a devilish deal better book than this; and how I come to read such trash, night after night, is more than I could Possibly explain to the satisfaction of any intelligent jury, if I were put into a witness-box, and examined in the mildest manner by my own counsel.”

Mr. Caxton.—­“You see that Roland tells us exactly what sort of a book it shall be.”

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