Voyage of Life—See Life a Voyage.
VULGARITY IN THE RICH
"Edward Everett Hale," said a lawyer,
"was one of the guests at a millionaire's
dinner. The millionaire was a free spender,
but he wanted full credit for every dollar
put out. As the dinner progrest, he told his
guests what the more expensive dishes had
cost.
"'This terrapin,' he would say, 'was shipped direct from Baltimore. A Baltimore cook came on to prepare it. The dish actually cost one dollar a teaspoonful.'
"So he talked of the fresh peas, the hot-*house asparagus, the Covent Garden peaches, and the other courses. He dwelt especially on the expense of the large and beautiful grapes, each bunch a foot long, each grape bigger than a plum. He told down to a penny what he had figured it out that the grapes had cost him apiece.
"The guests looked annoyed. They ate the expensive grapes charily. But Dr. Hale, smiling, extended his plate and said:
"'Would you mind cutting me off about $1.87 worth more, please?'" (Text.)—Rochester Herald.
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W
Wager, A Rash—See Womanly Wit.
WAIT AND SEE
Be not swift to be afraid;
Many a ghostly thing is laid
In the light from out the shade,
Wait and see.
Do not live your sorrows twice;
Fear is like a touch of ice;
Faith can kill it in a trice,
Wait and see.
Why expect the worst to come?
Pondered cares are troublesome,
Joy makes up a goodly sum,
Wait and see.
Better than your wildest dreams
Is God's light that for you gleams.
When the morning cloudy seems,
Wait and see.
—Marianne Farningham.
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WAITING
We often accomplish more by patient waiting than by direct effort.
There was a very balky horse in town
which nobody could drive. A kind gentleman
undertook to drive him through the
White Mountains. His owner laughed, and
said: "You can not drive out of town, much
less through the mountains." He said quietly,
"I think I will manage him," and he did,
in this way. He filled the carriage-box with
books, and when the horse balked he quietly
flung the reins on the hook, took out a book
and began to read, and waited patiently until
the horse saw fit to start. This he did two or
three times, and the horse was cured.
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See Static Progress.
Waiting for Enlightenment—See Drink.
Walking—See Following Inexactly;
Gait and Character.
WALKING FOR INSPIRATION
Much bending over the folio does not make
the better part of poetry or of prose. It
inheres as much in the physiological condition
that results from the swinging of the
legs, which movement quickens heart action
and stimulates the brain by supplying it with
blood charged with the life-giving principle
of the open air.
In spite of his club-foot, Byron, one of the most fecund, if not the most moral, of poets, managed to walk about in the open to an extent that should shame the verse-writer of to-day, clinging to his strap in the trolley-*car. Wordsworth walked all over the Cumberland district and the neighboring country. Wherever he happened to be he poked into every secret corner. Shelley, we are told, rambled everywhere. Despite all unseemly cavil as to Tennyson's drinking habits, I should say that he drew more inspiration from his walks than from his wine. Goethe, who during his lifetime required fifty thousand bottles of the vintner's best to sweeten
