Am I
to ignore the peace that slips into my soul when perusing the
Psalms, to deny myself all benefit from the wisdom of the Proverbs,
because neither David nor Solomon was a worthy casket of the jewels
that God had placed in them? Is a temperance lecturer never to
quote the self-reproaches of poor Cassio because Master Will
Shakespeare, there is evidence to prove, was a gentleman, alas! much
too fond of the bottle? The man that beats the drum may be himself
a coward. It is the drum that is the important thing to us, not the
drummer."
"Of all my friends," said the Woman of the World, "the one who has
the most trouble with her servants is poor Jane Meredith."
"I am exceedingly sorry to hear it," observed the Philosopher, after
a slight pause. "But forgive me, I really do not see--"
"I beg your pardon," answered the Woman of the World. "I thought
everybody knew 'Jane Meredith.' She writes 'The Perfect Home'
column for The Woman's World."
"It will always remain a riddle, one supposes," said the Minor Poet.
"Which is the real ego--I, the author of 'The Simple Life,'
fourteenth edition, three and sixpence net--"
"Don't," pleaded the Old Maid, with a smile; "please don't.
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