Ship And Shore in Madeira Lisbon And the Mediterranean

den nutmeg should always know where to find a market for their nuts and notions. But as I was saying in defiance of a profound maxim of my distant relative what a world of tender thoughts and emotions spring up in that one word relative what beings step from the magic of its circle uncles not a few, aunts without number, and cousins a whole ship load all taking a warm interest in you if rich, a pride in you if learned or politically great, and never deserting you unless you become poor blessings on their sweet hearts Without them what would a man be, or rather, what would the world be to him - A garden without a flower, a grove without a bird, an evening sky without one lovely star. His feelings would break over his desolate heart, like a sunless ocean surging over a dead world. But as I was saying in defiance of a profound maxim of my distant relative, the author of that word author it never had such a fearful meaning to me before. It may be my imagination, but it seems like a garment lined with sharp hatchel teeth to be wrapped round my naked form. It so agitates my whole system, that my poor bedstead gets into such a shake every night, is to take quite all the next day for it to become tranquil, and even then the tester trembles like an aspen leaf, or a pigeon, in a thunder-storm. To see others become authors to see them tried, condemned, and executed, is comparatively nothing but to be put to the bar yourself to hear your own sentence to see the noose tied for your own neck, and to know that among the thousands who are gathering to witness your swinging fidgets, not one heart will throb with pity it is this which so agitates and confounds me - But as I was saying in defiance of a profound maxim of my distant relative, the author of Lacon that is a book which only the wise will read, and only the profound can comprehend, -it is an intellectual mine, where every thought is a diamond of the keenest edge, and most brilliant ray, and where giants may work with their pickaxes and still leave it unexplored and yet he who created this mine had nothing about him in keeping with itno consistency in morals or money.