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the blood, eat fish; take your phosphorus and iodine in the form which Nature, the mother of all chymists, supplies them in; eat mullet and dory, eat lobster and prawn, above all, eat the inimitable oyster. Have it opened in its concave shell, not to lose a drop of the priceless liquid, which is full of infinitesimal oysters, all alive. Alas! will oysters never more be sixpence a dozen ?

To the impecunious, every month is R-less.

Every great race has its special function : that of the Greeks evidently was to interpret nature—not scientifically, but poetically. Of course the poetic interpretation, if true, will involve the scientific. From the Homeric epithets applied to Apollo and Poseidon might be evolved all that modern science can tell us about the sun and the sea. Take one instance alone—ěkdepyos, the far-worker. How apt the term for that central Power whose distance is still unsettled by modern astronomy_whose rays, transmitted through thirty million leagues (more or less) of space, will melt the snows of winter, colour the flowers of spring, ripen the grapes of autumn, light your cigar through a lens, drive

your railway train, take your likeness -- whose light, shining upon Jupiter, makes that remote planet a glory of the night, to be invoked in prothalamia

Hespere, quis coelo lucet jucundior ignis ?

I believe a student of Homer might deduce almost all we know in several directions, and indicate many things yet unknown from his epithets only. Let me suggest a single problem: Why is wisdom yłauxőt is?

Sunshine is open to all : even dwellers amid fuliginous factories get some of it, though they may seldom be conscious of the gift. Apollo can pierce the carburetted atmosphere of the country of chimneys. And sea-breath traverses this island from shore to shore, though dwellers far inland do not get quite as much as they want.

However, there are days wherein the sea is accessible to those who pine for it, and I cordially advise anyone who feels that longing to gratify it as soon as possible. A thirst of that kind indicates a real want

Strip to the wooing wind. From rock romantic

Plunge into green depths of the hyaline : Sate thee with kisses of the cool Atlantic:

And then ... go home and dine.



Coelum, non animum, mutant qui trans mare

currunt Mortis.

My friend Mr. Keningale Cook, author of Purpose and Passion, in an essay recently published in Fraser's Magazine, has brought under public notice the curious theory of Asgill, who maintained that to die was both unnecessary and cowardly, and who contrived to live to about a century, if one account of him may be credited. That Asgill was all wrong is clear enough, but he came very near being right. His vision was clouded by a false conception of our destiny, and he took no account of the fact that the law of matter is perpetual change. We may

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THỂ sun is the great origin of health ... the sea is the great healer. The man who would live long should never shun the sunlight. Build your house wide-windowed and many-windowed, so as to catch plenty of it: and have a nursery under glass for your children, where they may roll about in nudity, and absorb the life-giving sunshafts. I suppose that the finest physical example of manhood is an English non-political country gentleman in his prime. Well, he lives out of doors. In autumn and winter he hunts and shoots ; in spring and summer

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