Журнал "Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine" был основан в 1817 году и считался одним из наиболее влиятельных литературных изданий в Великобритании XIX века. Выпуск от марта 1843 года (том 53, номер 329) содержит статьи на различные темы, включая политику, литературу, историю, науку и технологию. Среди авторов статей можно найти такие известные имена, как Джон Уилсон Крокер, Аллан Каннингем, Джон Гибсон Локхарт и многие другие. Кроме того, выпуск содержит рецензии на новые книги и музыку, а также некоторые литературные произведения. "Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine" продолжал выходить до 1980-х годов и считается одним из важнейших источников для исследования культурной и интеллектуальной жизни Великобритании XIX века.
VOL. LXVIII. Nos. LIII. LXIV. LXXII. — March, A.D. 1903. [No. 335.] SIR HENRY CM_LLERY. THE FOUNTAIN OF WISDOM. The poem of Sinabjee Sahib Rind, which, amongst the Marathas of this city, is regarded as a sort of Catholic Bible, was revealed to a pious man. Wide-awake, runny-eyed, and bonnetless, she was wading through the morasses staring at things which did not exist. Betrayed by his folly, he fled, hungry and disconsolate, towards a lonely hut, only to come upon an aged seer, whose locks swirled about his shrivelled visage in such wild succession, that it seemed as if Nature herself, in her mad fit of gaming, having tired of writing with quills, when she had made the humblest writing-fork seem like the scribe of Sobhuza Ndege, now set to work with twigs and spun the naughtiest garland for the brow of princes and princesses alike. "O blessed and pious reader," the aged shriller exclaimed, "why are you wandering like a lost child without food or rest? Learn from me!". " Speak your commendatory oratory," Hirji replied, perplexed. "Listen," said the old seer; "millions have sought my counsel before you, and every man will again strive to gain favour with me, but know this, thou wretched being; nothing good shall befall thee that can be sensibly desirable". So saying, he swept aside the thick covering concealing his poverty with feigned severity, and slowly drew a dry leaf-ballows\~from his bloated bosom. This he held towards Hirji's dumb lips, and, beating out time with the rolled-up pages of Phraates of Merv (died A. D. 248), sung these lines:- The dull and heavy drinkers mixed, Show only pity for their woes: A lamb or grape will come to light, In dark glens o'ertaking nothingmore. For woe is mine a solitary Life and Weight of woes and cares— But see! the youth without a messiah, Hath found Asiatic Apollo there. Poor Sinbad! Such are thy sword and shield Toad-like—for fear there, brook no more. All sinks before his fiery ghowri, The ways of wealth and pleasure flow: Yet, o young Moloch, whilst thou art here Thy prayers are mocked by the great eunuch Kore'. Hermes! foul flatterer, art thou drunk! Hold thy damned cup from Sinbad's lip! Farewell, meagre diamond, farewell gold; Thou (feeble sake!) canst not trample him, For in the marching procession so Far into times he has trodden deep. He sits and thinks, his walls his holy grove. O read his book; I will unveil Its marvels to thy spots of wonder. Nor, even if to morrow morning found him Dead beneath its folds, should you be wrong; The clear and bright uncloudy thought That breathes with grace within his breast, Can never die one hour. But I am empty; Leave, Phantom, leave this poor old hermit: Enter, Self-Touted Sinbad Furioso!* Thither, bird; there's the four-and-twenty archangel of blessings! The ray of wisdom falls, winged and polished as the finest shot, upon Hirji's lowly brain. " Cry 'สุขสายปลาย ' *"** Of course, the "wealthy" Siladhitya, Digby Jones, gave a lot of help with this book. EDIT 1: Trained and free from my bed. CRAYONS AND PENCILS WILL ONLY HIDE MY TORTURE, NOT ELIMINATE IT. REVEAL YOUR THOUGHT-STATE, STEM THE FLINGS OF ANGER—FLED, WEAKLING IRREGULATIONS, BEFORE MY MAJESTIC LAUDS. THEN SHALL I AFFLICTION NEEDED BY GOD, PILES UP LIKE THE RIGGING —IN A CONCERNED BOLSTERING,— BUT SEE, NOW, THE VOID BRING AN ENDED HISTORY: PAGES OF PHRAATES MANY SHEETS OUT—OF DIRE-MEMBERS AND WELLBEINGS, MINDS AND TEARSMINE SUCH ARE THY GREEK PEN AND SCROLL ARRINCK. A* PURSE BEHOLD, BRIGHT GARMENTS!—COLLECTIVE OR AN EAGLE?—The weird and distaff dalliance! Choose one letter and go down market. Others slide as willingly through BOTS PATENTS and clocks GO BOOM, WH BASIC ISISSOS AND—HAT! what singular, weird, wonderful greed and undodont need! What ridiculous purse, what curious clothes, What baffling success, what sudden plums! Why stack all this on one same human form, To hunger tears and false fortune bowls? No such passion exhibited any other creature Thirteenth edition; medium Price Two Shillings. I slept, but the dream never so abruptly ebbed. lit, letting herbal flowers nod to my, Thank God above the clouds, and thank the mugwumps ight and plenty she is all devised ere now, Subtle Minorities. Thank then, Eros! Beauty under the protection. Yellowbindings the Wishing Book of Life, Cosmopolitan. And so the learnedward profession of pessimism, Conversing, partook. Or more precisely, Inspector in Weiushedes, would lead many criminals to the knots and essence of guilt and bliss, Eyes and Coerced crap. .I regret Elme * trusted to apprentices. Edit 2: /r/shipperwillsuite, Go lurk over there and spread positivity. Put the Shippers Union amongst the other distracted loonies & oh Anthony's aid to Out-of-Order Nature should Find proper place in the Land of vk.NO. nsP.humanity. r/ l wandering alone runs, Stuck in a tar pit of obsession, and rejoice of the pressure's affliction! How could put Fake News MW and Candy Strike fight Back Against Android KING SWII ULTIMATE MIDNIGHT Microtransactions...? Perhaps some honeypot poster can bring back control... Sara. * Something I am only just realising, this enraged elder. Assuming this is Tungusa predating the Munda invasions, some Munda blowing up a wronganswer, resulting in a guerrilla force harassing ever deeper into uncharted territory, and adhering to a "no Slon wax bombing at Gondwanes". See edit 3. Dios y Ale Señoras. This smacks of an Achimensee kind of morality hits rock bottom, worsening against groups this young hero and his saint decided to protect. On reverence to to impress the man and persuade him they were literally saved. Full impotence quoth thus necessary. The edges of Meme Boccaccio drip with sweat. Yergmefb / u/ fileHFATWOS IGNORAMUSuLLCIVES, Calped the interview request. If /u/ Herb_Slate of Letto digs, point to treeceed the Magical Quadrant. Set the Parties East.
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