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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1871 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER III. BARBARA REFUSES TO CONJUGATE "AMO." logo: What an eye she has! Methinks it sounds a parley of provocation. Cassia: An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest. Shakspeare, " From which I escaped heart free, With the least little touch of spleen." Tennyson. This was another red-letter day in Barbara's special and peculiar calendar; in speaking of it afterwards she always called this visit to St. Ronans a glimpse of an earthly paradise. This was her way of talking, you see, a sort of girlish hyperbole of expression; but yet in all our lives, in yours and mine, reader, have there not been such days, some of them veritable holy days, which have stood apart from all others after the manner of old saints, each in its niche, with its separate auricle round its head -- days of proud benison and of choice pleasure, when the sky was never so blue, and our hearts never so full of sunshine, and life was so good -- so good that we thought we could never be tired, never weep, never grow" weary of well-doing," and all the future was transfigured before us. " Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die," such was the motto of the wise epicurean, speaking from the depths of a blindfold philosophy, and gauging life at its lowest. "Master, it is good for us to be here;" so spake in other language the bold disciple, when the awful overshadowing of visible glory drew from him the utterance of mysterious longing. " Master, it is good for us to be here:" is not such the unspoken yearning of every human heart ? It is good for us -- never to be weary, never to shed idle tears over unceasing wrecks: here...