Those that
do not go free, but close their course, are those that are breathed by
the nostrils of living creatures. A great flock of those wild birds come
to a final pause in London, and fan the fires of life with those wings in
the act of folding. In the blood and breath of a child close the
influences of continent and sea.
THE HONOURS OF MORTALITY
The brilliant talent which has quite lately and quite suddenly arisen, to
devote itself to the use of the day or of the week, in illustrated
papers--the enormous production of art in black and white--is assuredly a
confession that the Honours of Mortality are worth working for. Fifty
years ago, men worked for the honours of immortality; these were the
commonplace of their ambition; they declined to attend to the beauty of
things of use that were destined to be broken and worn out, and they
looked forward to surviving themselves by painting bad pictures; so that
what to do with their bad pictures in addition to our own has become the
problem of the nation and of the householder alike. To-day men have
began to learn that their sons will be grateful to them for few bequests.
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