¥W^%^^:i^ UC-NRLF ■■!!|TI!ir'«lllllli'iliilsiil'ii B 3 354 3tS l^ jSSMfSShim.J.^ nih nCmlirig THG UNlVeRSITY Of CALlfORNlfl LIBRARY ^(n»d^ 0^ "tfyjb mX^ ctn^n -(wj yc«/rt^^cxL Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2008 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/fromdaytodaywithOOkiplrich FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING RUDYARD KIPLING From Day to Day With Kipling COMPILED BY WALLACE AND FRANCES RICE NEW YORK BARSE & HOPKINS PUBLISHERS COPYRIGHT, 1911. BY BARSE & HOPKINS FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING JANUARY RECESSIONAL A Victorian Ode God of our fathers, known of old — Lord of our far-flung battle line — Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest w^e forget — lest we forget ! The tumult and the shouting dies — The Captains and the Kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget ! Far-called, our navies melt away — On dune and headland sinks the fire — Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet. Lest we forget — lest we forget! [5] ^•9 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING ;^ >?*c >?*k >j< v^ >j< v;v vi^'^jsry^x y^ /(K w^y^ y^y^K'/^yfi If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard — All valiant dust that builds on dust. And guarding, calls not Thee to guard. For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people. Lord ! — Amen, January First "Begin at the beginning and go on to the end," I said, royally. The Courting of Dmah Shadd, January Second I have slipped my cable, messmates, I'm drift- ing down with the tide, I have my sailing orders, while ye at anchor ride, And never on fair June morning, have I put out to sea With clearer conscience or better hope, or a heart more light and free. — The Pilot. [6] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >f«i >TV v^vviv y^ >;v y;v y^y >|v v^' vjv v?v y^Kyf^y^ vj< >;< vk January Third Bhoys have no call to marry nowadays, an' that 's why the Army has so few rale good, honust, swearin', strapagin', tinder-hearted, heavy-futted wives as ut used to have whin I was a corp'ril. I was rejuced aftherwards — but no matther — I was a corp'ril wanst. The Daughter of the Regiment. January Fourth What did the Colonel's lady think? Nobody ever knew. Somebody asked the sergeant's wife An' she told 'em true. When you git to a man in the case They 're like a row o' pins, For the Colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins. Barrack Room Ballad. January Fifth There 's a dale av piety in a girl if the men would only let it stay there. — On Greenhow Hill. January Sixth You haf too much Ego in your Cosmos. Bimi. FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >?v y^ y^ viv viv vjv viv y|v >?< y^v >i*c ;*^ x^ >k>i^ >i^ >^^ xK January Seventh Eat, Sahib, eat. Meat is good against sorrow. I also have known. Moreover, the shadows come and go. Sahib, the shadows come and go. These be curried eggs. Without Benefit of Clergy, January Eighth Pleasant the snaffle of Courtship, improving the manners and carriage ; But the colt that is wise will abstain from the terrible thorn-bit of Marriage. Certain Maxims of Hafiz. January Ninth Life liveth best in life, and doth not roam To other realms if all be well at home. "Solid as ocean foam," quoth ocean foam. A Conference of the Powers* January Tenth The oldest trouble in the world comes from want of understanding. And it is entirely the fault of the woman. Somehow, she is built in- capable of speaking the truth, even to herself. She only finds it out about four months later. Bitters Neat, [8] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING yfKy^Kif^Ki^yfKyfKyfKy^y^iry^ /^\ y^ xi^c /^y^K y^v >jv >k January Eleventh Bang upon the big drum, bash upon the cymbals, As we go marchin' along, boys oh! For although in this campaign There 's no whisky nor champagne, We '11 keep our spirits goin' with a song, boys ! The Incarnation of Krishna Mulvaney, January Twelfth Few people can afford to play Robinson Crusoe anywhere. — By Word of Mouth, January Thirteenth Amusements do not matter, because you must repeat them as soon as you have accomplished them once, and most amusements only mean try- ing to win another person's money. Thrown Away. January Fourteenth I 've had me colonel walk roun' me like a cooper roun' a cask for fifteen minutes bekaze I wint into the corner shop an unstrapped lun- atic, but all that I iver tuk from his rasp av a tongue was ginger-pop to fwhat Annie tould me. An' that, mark you, is the way av a woman. — The Solid Muldoon, [9] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING ■>j«t vj< >?v >?v>j^ >^i viv y;v yvy y|V >i*c>j*c >?»;. ;4* x^ m^x x*x >r^ January Fifteenth Alone upon the housetops, to the North, I turn and watch the Hghtning in the sky, — The glamour of thy footsteps in the North, Come back to me, Beloved, or I die! Below my feet the still bazar is laid ; Far, far below the weary camels lie, — The camels and the captives of thy raid. Come back to me, Beloved, or I die! My father's wife is old and harsh with years, And drudge of all my father's house am I; My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears, — Come back to me, Beloved, or I die! The Love-Song of Har Dyal. January Sixteenth When a man does good work out of all pro- portion to his pay, in seven cases out of nine, there is a woman at the back of his virtue. His Chance in Life. January Seventeenth Love is as nakedly unreasoning as when Venus first gave him his kit and told him to run away and play. — Bitters Neat, [10] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >?5">|v 'fffK yf^>k"?P?'>?^v?< >?«? January Eighteenth **Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought," he said, "and the tale is yet to run : By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer: What ha' ye done?" Tomlinson. January Nineteenth Think how full the average man's life is of his own pursuits and pleasures. When twenty thousand of him find time to look up between mouthfuls and grunt something about some- thing they are n't the least interested in, the net result is called fame, reputation, or notoriety. The Light that Failed. January Twentieth "Go on wid ye, corp'ril," sez she. "You're a flirt." "On me sowl I 'm not," sez I. "Then you 're a cruel, handsome man, an' that 's worse," sez she, heavin' big sighs an' lookin' crossways. "You know your own mind," sez I. " 'Twud be betther for me if I did not," she sez. "There 's a dale to be said on both sides av that," sez I, unthinkin'. The Courtship of Dinah Shadd. [11] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >?«c >4v y^ >;v v^v v;v viv >?ir>?ir>?^^5*?^ ^'i^ >*< >4^ >'i~*^ >^**^ ^^i^ A'< January Twenty-first Jump, if you dare, on a steed untried — Safer it is to go wide — go wide! Hark, from the front where the best men ride: "Pull to the off, boys ! Wide! Go Wide!" The Peora Himt. January Twenty-second Bein' an onbustable fool, I wint. The Courtship of Dinuh Shadd. January Twenty-third Take my word for it, the silliest woman can manage a clever man, but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool. Three and — an Extra. January Twenty-fourth A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings Of personal and private things, And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here disclaim, The very clever folk I sing to Will most indubitably cling to Their pet delusion, just the same. La Nuit Blanche. [13] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING January Twenty-fifth A good man, once started, goes forward ; but an average man, so soon as the woman loses in- terest in his success as a tribute to her power, comes back to the battalion and is no more heard of. — Wressley of the Foreign Office. January Twenty-sixth It is a venerable fact that, if a man or woman makes a practice of, and takes a delight in, believing and speaking evil of people indif- ferent to him or her, he or she will end in be- lieving evil of folk very near and dear. Watches of the Night. January Twenty-seventh I know what a horotorio is. It 's a sort o* chaplain's sing-song — words all out of the Bible, and hullaboloojah choruses. — On Greenhow Hill. January Twenty-eighth I was afraid of Miss McKenna. She was six feet high, all yellow freckles and red hair, and was simply clad in white satin shoes, a pink muslin dress, an apple-green stuff sash, and black silk gloves, with yellow roses in her hair. The Daughter of the Regiment, [13] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING TllKy^ >^ v?< >;v vj»c >jv v?< v?»k >?v v?v >;< vj< vj^ vjv vj< v;< >j< January Twenty-ninth If she be pleasant to look on, what does the young man say? Lo! She is pleasant to look on, give Her to me to-day. Certain Maxims of Hafiz. January Thirtieth* Wanst upon a time, as the childer books say, I was a recruity. The God from the Machine. January Thirty-first He must be a man of decent height, He must be a man of weight. He must come home on a Saturday night In a thoroughly sober state; He must know how to love me, And he must know how to kiss; And if he 's enough to keep us both I can't refuse him bliss. The Decent Man. [14] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >|< >J< V?< VJ>C >|< >?< V?< >?< >^' V;*^ >?<>?<>?< >J»C >JV >?< VJV VJK' FEBRUARY MANDALAY By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There 's a Burma girl a-settin', an' I know she thinks o' me; For the wind is in the palm-trees, an' the temple- bells they say : "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay !" Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay ! 'Er pettlcut was yaller an' 'er little cap was green, An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat — jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen, An' I seed her fust a-smokin' of a whackin white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: [15] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING 1^1^ i^x X4X xix X4X xix xix x^ >^ >^ x**i >j»k >^ y^ >*j*k >^ >*l«c Bloomin' idol made o' mud — Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd, Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud ! When the mist was on the rice fields an' the sun was droppin' slow, She 'd git 'er little banjo an' she 'd sing "Kul- lalo-lor With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' her cheek agin my cheek We uster watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak. Elephints a-pilin' teak In the sludgy, squdgy creek, Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak! But that 's all shoved be'ind me — long ago an' fur away, An' there ain't no 'buses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay ; An' I 'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten- year sodger tells : "If you 've 'eard the East a-callin', why, you won't 'eed nothin' else." No! you won't 'eed nothin' else But them spicy garlic smeUs [16] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells ! I am sick o' wast In' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones, An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever In my bones ; Though I walks with fifty 'ousemalds outer Chelsea to the Strand, An' they talks a lot o' lovin,' but wot do they understand? Beefy face an' grubby 'and — Law! wot do they understand? I 've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land ! Ship me somewheres east of Suez where the best is like the worst. Where there are n't no Ten Commandments, an' a man can raise a thirst ; For the temple-bells are callin', an' It 's there that I would be — By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea — On the road to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay, With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay ! On the road to Mandalay — [17] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING wv y^y Viv v;v >;v v^c v|y v;v v(v >?<>?»? vjvvj< vj»rv;< v^ vjv vj< February First Considered as a kiss, that was a failure, but since it was the first, other than those demanded by duty, in all the world that either had ever given or taken, it opened to them new worlds and every one of them glorious, so that they were lifted above the consideration of any worlds at all. — The Light that Failed. February Second Mother av Innocence ! but I kissed her on the tip av the nose an' undher the eye, an' a girl that lets a kiss come tumbleways like that has niver been kissed before. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. February Third The magic that is always demanding gifts is no true magic. The only potent love-spells are those which are told you for love. In the House of Suddhoo. February Fourth And some are sulky, while some will plunge; Some you must gentle, and some you must lunge. Toolungula Stockyard Chorus. [18] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING j^ /ffK ^iS /f\\ /^ yfK y(K /^ >JVVJ< V?VV;x' '/^y^'/^ >JVV^ VI< February Fifth Faith, it 's a good thing to be nursed by a woman when you 're sick. — On Greenhow Hill. February Sixth If a youth would be distinguished in his art, art, art, He must keep the girls away from his heart, heart, heart. — In the Pride of His Youth, February Seventh Men speak the truth as they understand it, and women as they think men would like to un- derstand it; and then they all act lies which would deceive Solomon, and the result is a heart- rending muddle that half a dozen open words would put straight. — Bitters Neat, February Eighth Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail, A specter at my door. Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail — I shall but love you more. Who, from Death's house returning, give me still One moment's comfort in my matchless ill. Shadow Houses, [19] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >}«c>j< >?v vjv v|y x(K /fK /^ >ix x^ y^x xix x^xypi. x^x >^x x^ )^ February Ninth Alive or dead — there is no other way. Native Proverb. February Tenth It 's hard for a young man o' my build to cut traces from the world, th' flesh, an' the devil all uv a heap. — On Greenhow Hill. February Eleventh They '11 take the airs an^ the graces instid av the man nine times out av ten, an' they only find the blunder later — the women. On Greenhow Hill. February Twelfth For all we take we must pay ; but the price is cruel high. — The Courting of Dinah Shadd. February Thirteenth Thus, for a season, they fought it fair — She and her cousin May — Tactful, talented, debonaire, Decorous foes were they; But never can battle of man compare With merciless feminine fray. Two and One. [go] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING February Fourteenth To Love's low voice she lent a careless ear ; Her hand within his rosy fingers lay, A chilling weight. She would not turn or hear ; But with averted face she went her way. Rivals. February Fifteenth That is to say, in a casual way, I slipped my arm around her; With a kiss or two (which is nothing to you), And ready to kiss I found her. Pink Dominoes. February Sixteenth The Continental notion, which is the ab- original notion, of arranging marriages ir- respective of the personal inclinations of the married, is sound. Think for a minute, and you will see that it must be so ; unless, of course, you believe in "affinities." Kidnaped. February Seventeenth It were better to go up to Heaven in a coal a coach an' six. On Greenlww Hill. [21] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING '/ffK yfK x|V v;v xjx xvx x|x x(k x|x x|x x|x x^y >|v 7?? vivv;y >^ v?»c February Eighteenth He was very nice ; but he was not strong In his views and opinions and principles, and, though he never came to actual grief, his friends were thankful when he said good-bye. Yoked with an Unbeliever, February Nineteenth The world hath set its heavy yoke Upon the old, white-bearded folk Who strive to please the king, God's mercy is upon the young, God's wisdom in the baby tongue That fears not anything. The Parable of Chajju Bhagat. February Twentieth If she grow suddenly gracious — reflect. Is it all for thee? The black-buck is stalked through the bullock, and Man through jealousy. Certain Maxims of Haflz. February Twenty-first The highest is as the lowest — always sup- posing each degree extreme. To be Filed for Reference, [22] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING 7??T?VVJV V?VV?VV?VV??' >;V >^- V{y' VJ< VJ^ 'j^l^ viv VJV >?«"???' February Twenty-second But whin was a young man, high or low, the other av a fool, I 'd like to know? Sure folly 's the only safe way to wisdom, for I 've thried ut. On Greenliow Hill. February Twenty-third Next to a requited attachment, one of the most convenient things that a young man can carry about with him at the beginning of his career, is an unrequited attachment. It makes him feel important and business-like, and blase, and cynical ; and whenever he has a touch of liver, or suffers from want of exercise, he can mourn over his lost love, and be very happy in a tender, twilight fashion. On the Strength of a Likeness, February Twenty-fourth His face was a looking-glass and his fore- head an open book, by reason of his innocence. Venus Annodomini. February Twenty-fifth He had not many ideas at the best of times, and the few he possessed made him conceited. The Rescue of Pluffles, [23] FROM DAY TO BAY WITH KIPLING yfi. i^y^x /i^ >^ X4X y^K y|x x^ x|x yf< yf< yfKy^y^ >?< VJV yj^f February Twenty-sixth If He play, being young and unskillful, for shekels of silver and gold, Take His money, my son, praising Allah. The kid was ordained to be sold. Certain Maxims of Hafiz. February Twenty-seventh Oh, it 's a relief to catch a young man devoid of nerves and the less honorable emotions, who does not talk cheap French novels, and knows exactly what he wants, and is humble about it. For One Night Only, February Twenty-eighth How does ut come about, sorr, that whin a man has put the comether on wan woman he 's sure bound to put ut on another.? The Courtship of Dinah Shadd, February Twenty-ninth "They are fools who kiss and tell," Wisely has the poet sung. Man may hold all sorts of posts If he '11 only hold his tongue. Pink Dominoes. [24] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >^ >^ x^ >^ x+x x|K >i»^ >^ >^ >^ 7j< >^ >^ >;v v;>^ MARCH THE BALLAD OF THE EAST AND WEST Oh^ East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet. Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Scat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth. Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Bor- der-side, And he has Hfted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride; He has lifted her out of the stable-door be- tween the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and rid- den her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides: "Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?" Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar: "If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are. [25] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING At dusk he harries the Abazai — at dawn he is into Bonair; But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare. So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly, By the favor of God, ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai. But if he be passed the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then — For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with KamaPs men. There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between. And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen." The ColoneFs son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he, With his mouth of a bell, and the heart of Hell, and the head of the gallows-tree. The Colonel's son to the Fort has won ; they bid him stay to eat — Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat. He 's up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly. Till he was aware of his father's mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai — [26] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING Till he was aware of liis father's mare, with Kamal upon her back, And when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the pistol crack. He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide. "Ye shoot Hke a soldier," Kamal said. "Show now if ye can ride." It 's up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dust-devils go — The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe. The dun he leaned against the bit, and slugged his head above. But the red mare played with the snaffle bars as a maiden plays with a glove. There was rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between, And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick, though never a man was seen. They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn — The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn. The dun he fell at a watercourse — in a woful heap fell he. And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and pulled the rider free. [27] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING f/^r^ /^ y^K yfi. vj<>?»c7?»: y^kj^ i^y^}^ y^y^ >?*k v?«r vj*c He has knocked the pistol out of his hand — small room was there to strive — " 'T was only by favor of mine," quoth he, "ye rode so long alive: There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree, But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee. If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low, The little jackals that flee so fast were feasting all in a row: If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high. The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly." Lightly answered the Colonel's son : "Do good to bird and beast. But count who comes for the broken meats be- fore thou makest a feast. If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away. Belike the price of a jackal's meal were more than a thief could pay. They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain ; The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain. [28] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING But if thou thinkest the price be fair, — thy brethren wait to sup — The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn, — howl, dog, and call them up ! And if thou thinkest the price be high, in steer and gear and stack. Give me my father's mare again, and I '11 fight my own way back !" Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his feet. "No talk shall be of dogs," said he, "when wolf and gray wolf meet. May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath; What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?" Lightly answered the Colonel's son: "I hold by the blood of my clan : Take up the mare for my father's gift — ^by God, she has carried a man !" The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled against his breast. "We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth the younger best. So shall she go with a lifter's dower, my tur- quoise-studded rein. My broldercd saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain." [29] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING vjv yfKyfK '/(k yi^ y^ '/;<'/;< f^ y^i. V|V7?< v?v v^>?«k ^j^ >^ yj< The Colonel's son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end. "Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he; "will ye take the mate from a friend?" "A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a limb for the risk of a limb. Thy father hath sent his son to me — I '11 send my son to him!" With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest — He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest. "Now, here is thy master," Kamal said, "who leads a troop of the Guides, And thou must ride at his left side, as shield on shoulder rides. Till Death or I cut loose the tie at camp, and board and bed, Thy life is his — thy fate it is to guard him with thy head. So thou must eat the White Queen's meat, and all her foes are thine. And thou must harry thy father's hold for the peace of the Border-line; And thou must make a trooper tough, and hack thy way to power — Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur." [30] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >j*c v?vv^: v|»c v^i v^; y^k >jv Viv yjv viv y;y vjv >?v v^- v?v y^ y^K They have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault; They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in- Blood on leavened bread and salt ; They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in- Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod. On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God. The Colonel's son he rides the mare, and Kamal's boy the dun, And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one. And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty swords flew clear — There was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of the mountaineer. "Ha' done! ha' done!" said the Colonel's son. "Put up the steel at your sides ! Last night ye had struck at a Border thief — to-night 't is a man of the Guides !" Ohy East is East, and West is West, and never the two shall meet. Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the Earth. [31] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING vfK '/^ '/;< yfK y^K vjy y^v viv v^ y^v /4vv?< vj»c>;< >;< y?< vfi. VK March First A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke ; And a woman Is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke. — The Betrothed. March Second There was a girl — ordinary girl — the dark- colored variety, who played a little, sang a little, talked a little, and furnished the back- ground. — Bitters Neat. March Third She said no one knew what the pains of a chaperon's life were. — Bitters. Neat. March Fourth Flower hand, fut of shod air, an' the eyes av the mornin' she had. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. March Fifth She looked long and thoughtfully at him, be- cause she was very, very sorry for him, and he was a very, very big idiot. Venus AnnodominL [32] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >^ >?v y^ V|< Viv y^yf^n/fs: 7?v >^ >?v x^^c >?k>k >^ >i^ >?^ >k March Sixth Hit a man an' help a woman, an' ye can't be far wrong any ways. Maxims of Private Mulvaney. March Seventh America is a very great country, but it is not yet heaven, with electric lights and plush fittings. — American Politics. March Eighth Trust a woman for being blind as a bat when she won't see. — The Tents of Kedar. March Ninth Mrs. Skittleworth told the tale at the place called the Arts and Crafts, which, when you think of it, was unnecessary ; Mrs. Skittleworth herself being all the arts and most of the crafts known to civilization.^ — For One Night Only. March Tenth Iv'ry woman that was not a witch was worth the runnin' afther in those days, an' iv'ry man was my dearest friend or — I had stripped to him an' we knew which was tlie betther av the tu. — The Solid Muldoon. [33] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING yCi. y(j< yfK 7^ v^ y^K viv viv v^v vjv vjv vivv?< >j< xKv^vvjv >j< vj< March Twenty-second As a general rule it is n't safe to cross an old trail twice. Things remind one of things, and a cold wind gets up, and you feel sad. The Light that Failed, March Twenty-third These things are kismet, and we only find out all about them just when the knowledge is too late. — Bitters Neat. March Twenty-fourth There 's one of t' Ten Commandments says yo' maun't covet your neebor's ox nor his jackass, but it does n't say nowt about his tar- rier-dogs. — Private Learoyd's Story, March Twenty-fifth All gods have good points, just as have aU priests. — The Mark of the Beast, March Twenty-sixth Oh, he was a beautiful bhoy, and the long black curses was slidin' out av his innocint mouth like the mornin'-jew from a rose! With the Main Guard, [36] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING March Twenty-seventh If your mirror be broken, look into still water ; but have a care that you do not fall in, Hindoo Proverb. March Twenty-eighth I never allow a fortuitous concourse of atoms at my table ; and, besides, we have no extra leaf in it. — For One Night Only. March Twenty-ninth "Take care of the time and the dressing will take care of itself." I must ride my own line to my own beat. ... I must do my own work and live my own life in my own way, be- cause I 'm responsible for both. ... I have my own matches and sulphur, and I '11 make my own hell. — The Light that Failed. March Thirtieth Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather, Ride, follow the fox if you can ! But, for pleasure and profit together. Allow me the hunting of Man, — The chase of the Human, the search for the Soul To its ruin — the hunting of Man. The Old Shikarri. [37] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING xjx X4X x^-f^j^yfK >K7|«r '/$< y^ y^ y^ y(< yfK w^ y^ >jv vj^c March Thirty-first By the hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed From the Cliff where She lay in the Sun, Fell the Stone To the Tarn where the daylight is lost ; So She fell from the light of the Sun, And alone. Now the fall was ordained from the first. With the Goat and the CHff and the Tarn, But the Stone Knows only Her life is accursed, And alone. Oh, Thou who hast builded the world! Oh, Thou who hast lighted the Sun! Oh, Thou who hast darkened the Tarn! Judge Thou The sin of the Stone that was hurled By the Goat from the light of the Sun, As She sinks in the depths of the Tarn, Even now — even now — even now! From the Unpublished Papers of Mcintosh Jellaludin. [38] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING T^yfKy^/^y^ vjvvjvv^ /^v y^v viv y^: viv vjrvyv >?v v?«c >?v APRIL CHARLIE'S LOVE-SONG The day is most fair, the cheery wind Halloos behind the hill, Where he bends the wood as seemeth good, And the sapling to his will ! Riot, O Wind ; there is that in my blood That would not have thee still ! She gave me herself, O Earth, O Sky; Gray Sea, she is mine alone! Let the sullen boulders hear my cry, And rejoice though they be but stone! Red cloud of the sunset, tell it abroad; I am victor. Greet me, O Sun, Dominant master and absolute lord Over the soul of one ! Mine! I have won her, O good brown Earth; Make merry : 't is hard on Spring ! Make merry ; my love is doubly worth All worship your fields can bring! Let the hind that tills you feel my mirth At the early harrowing! [39] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING April Fikst He was bent on making a fool of himself that way; and he was in no sort disappointed. On the Strength of a Likeness, Apeil Second Being young, he looked for all that young men desire ; most of all, he looked for love. The Last Relief. April Third Her theory that men do not marry their mothers-in-law, though many mothers-in-law think otherwise, was perpetually leading her into second-hand Comedie-Fran9aise embarrass- ments. — For One Night Ordy, April Fourth Alas! alas! Can the Moon tell the Lotus of her love when the Gate of Heaven is shut and the clouds gather for the rains? The Love-Song of Har Dyal, April Fifth Chicago, Free yourselves from your otrn slavery [40] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING y^K v^• >;<: y?^ >|v >^ >t^ ;^ xiK y^ y|K v|v y^v y^K ^x y;y > ; v vk April Sixth Open and obvious devotion from any sort of man is always pleasant to any sort of woman. On the Strength of a Likeness. April Seventh "Ye that bore us, O restore us ! She is kinder than ye ; For the call is on our heartstrings !" Said The Men of the Sea. "Ye that love us, can ye move us? She is dearer than ye ; And your sleep will be the sw^eeter," Said The Men of the Sea. "Oh, our fathers, in the churchyard. She is older than ye, And our graves will be the greener," Said The Men of the Sea. The Men of the Sea, April Eighth I was pershuaded — most bhoys are, I 'm thinkin' — that no woman born av woman cud stand against me av I hild up me little finger. I had reason for thinkin' that way. The Solid Muldoon, [41] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >jr?J?"?J< V^ V|»C V?*C V?V >;V WV >??■ V?< V|V V^' V^tC V|V >J< >?< >J< April Ninth I explains to her t' contrairy qualities of a dog, 'at, when yo' coom to think on 't, is one o' t' curosest things as is. For they lam to be- have theirsens like gentlemen born, fit for the f ost of coompany ; then on t' other hand a-tewin' round after cats an' gettin' mixed oop i' all manner o' blackguardly street rows, an' killin' rats, an' fightin' like divils. Private Learoyd's Story. April Tenth She tould me what iv'ry man that is a man, an' manny that is a woman, hears wanst in his life. — The Courting of Dinah Shadd. April Eleventh In this bad, small world of ours, one knows so little of the life of the next man — which, after all, is entirely his own concern — that one is not surprised when a crash comes. Any- thing might turn up any day for any one. His Wedded Wife, April Twelfth Hit high, hit low, there 's no plasin' you, Mul- vaney. — The Taking of Lungtungpen, [42] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING y^yf^yfK yt< i^j^Tj^vj^ j^ w^ Wi^ y^ v^k i^ y^ w^ w^i. -^ yfi. April Thirteenth "We three raises the divil in couples gin'ally," explained Mulvaney. — The Three Musketeers. April Fourteenth So we settled it all when the storm was done As comfy as comfy could be; And I was to wait in the barn, my dears, Because I was only three, And Teddy would run to the rainbow's foot, Because he was five and a man ; And that 's how it all began, my dears. And that 's how it all began. Big Barn Stories. April Fifteenth My hair sat up. It is a mistake to say that hair stands up. The skin of the head tightens and you can feel a faint, prickly bristling all over the scalp. That is the hair sitting up. My Onm True Ghost Story. April Sixteenth Youngsters, in their repentant moments, con- sider their sins much more serious than they really are. — Thrown Away. [43] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING y^y^y^Wi^yi^'Ki^'j^xiKyt^yi^y^V^ >^* >^ ViV hv vj< V|< April Seventeenth Humans resemble red-deer in some respects. Any talk of fighting seems to wake up a sort of imp in their breasts, and they bell one to the other, exactly like challenging bucks. This is noticeable even in men who consider themselves superior to privates of the line; it shows the refining influence of civilization and the march of progress. — The Solid Muldoon. April Eighteenth Depend upon it, Solomon would never have built altars to Ashtaroth and all those ladies with queer names, if there had not been trouble of some kind in his zenana, and nowhere else. The Bisara of Pooree. April Nineteenth Get your stomach straight and all the rest follows. And all that 's French for a liver pill. — The Phantom ^Rickshaw. April Twentieth Some people have a gift which secures them infinite toleration, and others have not. At the Pifs Mouth, [44] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING v;v vjv vjv v?< >|K- v?< >^' v?v vj>f /^ >;v v;v vjVTj?^ v;v y^ >{V VJ< April Twenty-first He certainly managed to compass the hardest thing that a man who has drunk heavily can do. He took his peg and wine at dinner ; but he never drank alone, and never let what he drank have the least hold on him. — In Error. April Twenty-second An a maiden showed me grace, Four-and-forty times would I Sing the Lovers' Litany: "Love like ours can never die !" The Lovers^ Litany. April Twenty-third It Is a curious thing that, when a man hates or loves beyond reason, he Is ready to go beyond reason to gratify his feelings. Which he would not do for money or power merely. The Btsara of Pooree. April Twenty-fourth Never show a woman that ye care the snap av a finger for her, an' begad she '11 come bleatin' to your boot-heels. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. [45] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING April Twenty-fifth Whoile me fistes are me own they 're strong enough for all work I have to do. — Black Jack, April Twenty-sixth A honeymoon is seldom long; but there is nothing to hinder a couple from extending it over two or three years. — Bi^ Word of Mouth. April Twenty-seventh When the birds are gone, what need to keep the nest.'* — Without Benefit of Clergy, April Twenty-eighth Before a meal tobacco is good. Dray Wara Yow Dee, April Twenty-ninth East of Suez, some hold, the direct control of Providence ceases. — The Mark of the Beast, April Thirtieth To each man his own god, and the fire or Mother Earth for us all at the last. Namgay Doola. [ 46 ] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING MAY IN SPRINGTIME My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach, And the ko'il sings above it, in the siris by the well; From the creeper-covered trellis comes the squirrel's chattering speech, And the blue-jay screams and flutters where the cheery sat-bhai dwell. But the rose has lost its fragrance, and the ko'iVs note is strange; I am sick of endless sunshine, sick of blos- som-burdened bough. Give me back the leafless woodlands where the winds of Springtime range — Give me back one day in England, for it 's Spring in England now ! Through the pines the gusts are booming, o'er the brown fields blowing chill. From the furrow of the plowshare streams the fragrance of the loam. And the hawk nests on the cliff'-side and the jackdaw in the hill. And my heart is back in England 'mid the sights and sounds of Home. [4T] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING Viv viv yjv viv viv wv v^v v^ v^ >?< vi»c >jy v?< v?^ vj«c >;< >j*( >?< But the garland of the sacrifice this wealth of rose and peach is ; Ah! koilf little Jco'il, singing on the siris bough, In my ears the knell of exile your ceaseless bell- like speech is — Can you tell me aught of England or of Spring in England now? May First All the thinkin' in the world is n't like kissin'. Drums of the Fore and Aft. May Second I am dying for you, and you are dying for another. — Punjabi Proverb, May Third A gentleman who does not know the Circas- sian Circle ought not to stand up for it — puttin' everybody out. The Daughter of the Regiment, May Fourth Friend that sticketh closer than a brother — ■ eight years. Dashed slip of a girl — eight weeks ! And — where 's your friend ? With Any Amazement, [48] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING yfKif^y^ 'Ak y^K '^ w;< y^ >?<7?«:7^c v?vv;v >ivv*v>jvvj*c j^ May Fifth The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad. Pagett, M, P. May Sixth He hoped, on his return, to bring her a present worthy of her acceptance. Would she wait? Certainly she would. Her Mamma would help her to wait. Wressley of the Foreign Ofpce. May Seventh I called mesilf a blayguard for thinkin' such things ; but I thought thim all the same. An' that, mark you, is the way av a man. The Solid Muldoon, May Eighth Every one is more or less mad on one point. On the Strength of a Likeness, May Ninth Glory 's no compensation for a belly-ache. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. [49] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING T^ynyfK'A'K viv viv viv viv y|v viv >^' >?< y^K y^ v^- >;v >jv v?^ May Tenth I was a corp'ril then — rejuced aftherwards; but a corp'ril then. I 've got a photograft av mesilf to prove ut. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. May Eleventh The spelHng was not above reproach, but the sentiments must have been most satisfactory. Only a Subaltern. May Twelfth There are more ways of running a horse to suit your book than pulling his head off in the straight. Some men forget this. The Broken Link Handicap, May Thirteenth I 've forgotten who the man was — he was an ordinary sort of man — man you meet any day, and go away and forget about. Bitters Neat. May Fourteenth Few lips would be moved to song if they could find a sufficiency of kissing. A Conference of the Powers. [50] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING May Fifteenth Little Blind Fish, thou art marveious wise, Little Blind Fish, who put out thy eyes? Open thy ears while I whisper my wish: Bring me a lover, thou little Blind Fish. The Charm of the Bisara. May Sixteenth On top o' my ambitiousness there was an empty place in my sowl, an' me own opinion av mesilf cud not fill ut. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. May Seventeenth The girl refused to be made unhappy. "We are both miserable as it is," said she. "What is the use of trying to make things worse? Let 's find things to do, and forget things." The Light that Failed. May Eighteenth Ere the voyage was ended, both she and I were desperately and unreasoningly in love with one another. Heaven knows that I can make the admission now without one particle of van- ity. In matters of this sort there is always one who gives and one who accepts. The Phantom 'Rickshaw, [51] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING i^ X4X >^x x^ X^ >?K >»x >J?^ >JV y^K* >J< >J< >J«^ >;< VJt^ >J»C >JV >|< May Nineteenth No woman likes being made love through in- stead of to. — On the Strength of a Likeness. May Twentieth The work is with us, the event is with Allah-— as Orde used to say when he was more than usually in hot water. — The Head of the District. May Twenty-first Kape away from a man that has been a thrifle crossed in love till the fever 's died down. He rages like a brute baste. The Solid Muldoon. May Twenty-second Be careful how you back another young fool's bill, and if you fall in love with a woman twenty years older than yourself, don't tell me about it, that 's all. — Only a Subaltern. May Twenty-third "This I have read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me ; And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy." Tomlinson, [62] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >?v >|v >?vvj< >^' y^yfs:yfK 7^ y^s, /(v >|v v^y^ w^ y^v >j»c vjv May Twenty-fourth I saw that look on her face which comes only once or twice m a lifetime — when a woman is perfectly happy and the air is full of trumpets and gorgeously colored fire, and the earth turns into cloud because she loves and is loved. Fals? Daxvn, May Twenty-fifth He was not content with falling Into love quietly, but brought all the strength of his miserable little nature into the business. If he had not been so objectionable, one might have pitied him. — The Bisara of Pooree. May Twenty-sixth The girls of America are above and beyond them all. They are clever, they can talk — yea, it is said that they think. Certainly they have an appearance of so doing which is delightfully deceptive. — American Politics. May Twenty-seventh The three-year-olds know little an' care less ; an' where there 's no fear there 's no danger. The Taking of Lungtungpcn, [53] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING ?|5TiK>?*c yfi.y^y^}^ v^ v?< >^ >?v v?< 7^y;< y^ v^k y^y^K May Twenty-eighth I understood why the Lords of Life and Death shut the doors so carefully behind us. It is that we may not remember our first woo- ings. Were it not so, our world would be with- out inhabitants in a hundred years. The Finest Story in the World, May Twenty-ninth Sing, for Faith and Hope are high — None so true as you and I — Sing the Lovers' Litany: — "Love like ours can never die !" The Lovers'* Litany. May Thirtieth I have seen fire-balloons by the hundred, I have seen the moon, and — then I saw no more fire-balloons. — Without Benefit of Clergy. May Thirty-first I wint out to think, an' I did a powerful lot av thinkin', but ut all came roun' to that shlip av a girl in the spotted blue dhress, wid the blue eyes an' the sparkil in them. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. [54] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING JUNE THE EDEN ROSE Fair Eve knelt close to the guarded gate in the hush of an Eastern spring, She saw the flash of the Angel's sword, the gleam of the Angel's wing; And because she was so beautiful, and because she could not see How fair were the pure white cyclamens crushed dying at her knee, He plucked her a rose from the Eden Tree where the four great rivers met, A rose still breathing of Paradise, with never a thorn of regret; And though for many a cycle past that Rose in the dust hath lain With her who bore it upon her breast when she passed from grief and pain, There was never a daughter of Eve, but once, ere the tale of her years be done, Shall she know the scent of the Eden Rose, but once beneath the sun; Though the years may bring her joy or pain, fame, sorrow, or sacrifice. The hour that brought her the scent of the Rose she lived in Paradise! [55] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING vj»« >j< >j*k >^ vjvviy vjy >^ v^v Viv viv y|v y^^K^^ -/(< xfK ^f^y^ June First Singing' and murmuring in your f eastful mirth, Joying to find yourself alive ; Lord over Nature, Lord of the visible Earth, Lord of the senses five. The Phantom 'Rickshaw, June Second Lie to God and the Prophet, but to a woman ye cannot lie. Dray Wara Yow Dee, June Third Bein' fwhat I am, I 'm Privit Mulvaney, wid no good-conduc' pay an' a devourin' thirst. The Taking of Lungtungpen, June Fourth People take a pride in marrying when they please — not when they can. His Chance in Life, June Fifth Excepting, always, falling off a horse, there is nothing more fatally easy than marriage. In the Pride of His Youth, [56] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING June Sixth Now, if you must marry, take care she Is old, For beauty won't help if your victuals is cold, An' love ain't enough for a soldier. The Young British Soldier, June Seventh This Is worth remembering: Speaking to, or crying over, a husband never did any good yet. Three and — an Extra. June Eighth There 's a time for all things, an' I know how to kape all things in place. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. June Ninth Not for nothing Is a man permitted to ally himself to the wrong woman. The first pang — the first sense of things lost Is but the prelude to the play, for the very just Providence who delights In causing pain has decreed that the agony shall return, and that in the midst of keenest pleasure. They know this pain equally who have forsaken or been forsaken by the love of their Hfe. —The Light that Failed. [57] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING Xjx xix x^x xjx xix )t^\ xjx x^ x^x xi*k y^ y^x x^^jx x^ >^x x**c >5^ June Tenth Your Gods and mj Gods — do you or I know which is the stronger? — Native Proverb, June Eleventh In the days av me youth, as I have more than wanst tould you, I was a man that filled the eye an' delighted the sowl of women. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. June Twelfth She was a little afraid at first, and felt as if she had taken hold of a lightning-flash by the tail, and did not quite know what to do with it. Consequences, June Thirteenth There is hope for a man who gets publicly and riotously drunk more often than he ought to do ; but there is no hope for the man who drinks secretly and alone in his own house — the man who is never seen to drink. In Error. June Fourteenth Did I iver tell you that I was wanst more av a divil than I am now? — The Solid Muldoon, [58] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING June Fifteenth Men are licensed to stumble, but a clever woman's mistake is outside the regular course of Nature and Providence ; since all good people know that a woman is the only infallible thing in this world. — The Education of Otis Yeere. June Sixteenth Dribble — dribble — trickle — trickle — What a lot of raw dust! Mj dollie 's had an accident And out came all the sawdust ! Nursery Rhyme, June Seventeenth By the hollow of Hiven, I could play wid four women at wanst, an' kape thim from findin' out annything about the other three, an' smile like a full-blown marigold through ut all. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. June Eighteenth She did not understand one little tiling about them, but she acted as if she did. Men have married on that sort of error before now. Wressley of the Foreign Office. [59] J'ROM DAV to DAY WITH ICIPLIN6 1^ y^ii. y^TjffK^^ y^y^y^y^Ki^yii: y^y^i^ >?< >j<" v^ >k June Nineteenth Oh, this I have felt, and this I have guessed, and this I have heard men say ; And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway. — Tomlinson, June Twentieth Mrs. Jennett objected to the goat on the grounds that he was un-Christian, — which he certainly was. . . . Nothing is sacred to a billy goat. — The Light that Failed. June Twenty-first So he went menowderin', an' minanderin', an' blandandherin' roun' an' about the colonel's daughter, an' she, poor innocent, lookin' at him like a comm'ssariat bullock looks at the comp'ny cook. — The God from the Machine. June Twenty-second "One of your many claims to my regard is that you have never mentioned your husband." "No ; and as long as he is where he is I have not the least intention of doing so." Mrs. Hauksbee Sits Out, [60] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING June Twenty-third Shakespeare says something about worms, or it may be giants or beetles, turning if you tread on them too severely. The safest plan is never to tread on a worm. — His Wedded Wife. June Twenty-fourth Oh, my time past, whin I put me fut through iv'ry livin' wan av the Tin Commandmints be- tween revelly and lights out, blew the froth off a pewter, wiped me mustache wid the back av me hand, an' slept on ut all as quiet as a little child ! — The Solid Muldoon. June Twenty-fifth To-night God knows what thing shall tide, The Earth is racked and faint — Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed; And we, who from the Earth were made, Thrill with our Mother's pain. In Durance, June Twenty-sixth ^ . There are few things sweeter in this world than the guileless, hot-headed, intemperate, open admiration of a junior. The Finest Story in the World. [61] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING yiv viv yjy vjv yjv y^v v^y vjv v^ v?v v|v >;<>?< >l^ >?vv^ v?<>^ June Twenty-seventh I have been young, an' for why should I not have tuk what I cud? — Black Jack. June Twenty-eighth After marriage comes a reaction, sometimes a big, sometimes a little one ; but it comes sooner or later, and must be tided over by both parties if they desire the rest of their hves to go with the current. — Three and — an Extra, June Twenty-ninth From a mere woman, she grew to be an insti- tution, inasmuch that no young man could be said to be properly formed, who had not, at some time or another, worshiped at the shrine. Venus Annodomini, June Thirtieth He held peculiar notions as to the wooing of girls. He said that the best work of a man's career should be laid reverently at their feet. Ruskin writes something like this somewhere, I think; but in ordinary life a few kisses are better and save time. Wressley of the Foreign Office, [62] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING JULY "FUZZY-WUZZY" We 've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not: The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot. We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im ; 'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses, 'E cut our sentries up at Sua/cim, An' 'e played the cat an' banjo with our forces. So 'ere 's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Sowdan ; You 're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man ; We gives you your certifikit, an' if you want it signed, We '11 come an' 'av a romp w ith you when- ever you 're inclined. We took our chanst among the Kyber 'ills, The Boers knocked us silly at a mile, The Burman guv us Irriwaddy chills. An' a Zulu impi dished us up in style: But all we ever got from such as they Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swaller ; We 'eld our bloomin' own, the papers say. But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oiler. [63] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING 1^ 1^ 1^ j^ j^ 1^ j^ 1^ 1^ y(K y^ 1^ 1^ Then 'ere 's to you, Fuzzy- Wuzzy, an' the missis and the kid ; Our orders was to break you, an' of course we went an' did. We sloshed you with Martinis, an' it was n't hardly fair; But for all the odds agin you, Fuzzy-Wuz, you bruk the square. 'E 'as n't got no papers of 'is own, 'E 'as n't got no medals nor rewards, So we must certify the skill 'e 's shown In usin' of 'is long two-'anded swords: W^hen 'e 's 'oppin' in an' out among the bush With 'is coffin-'eaded shield an' shovel-spear, A 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush Will last a 'ealthy Tommy for a year. So 'ere 's to you. Fuzzy- Wuzzy, an' your friends which is no more, If we 'ad n't lost some messmates we would 'elp you to deplore ; But give an' take 's the gospel, an' we '11 call the bargain fair, For if you 'ave lost more than us, you crumpled up the square ! 'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive. An', before we know, 'e 's 'ackin' at our 'ead ; 'E 's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive, [64] JROi\r DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING An' 'e ^s generally shammin' when he 's dead. 'E 's a daisy, 'e 's a ducky, 'e 's a lamb! 'E 's a in j la-rubber idiot on the spree, 'E 's the on'y thing that does n't care a damn For a Regiment o' British Infantry. So 'ere 's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Sowdan ; You 're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first- class fightin' man ; An' 'ere 's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air — You big black boundin' beggar — for you bruk a British square. July First Spirit of Fire, where'er Thy altars rise, Thou art Light of Guidance to our eyes ! Salsette Boat-Song. July Second If my feet fail me, O Heart of my Heart, am I to blame, being blinded by the glimpse of your beauty? — The Love-Song of Har Dyal. July Third He thought he could do everything well; which is a beautiful behef when you hold it with all your heart. — Consequeiices. [65] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPIJNG i^fK'j^)^ X4X Ai*. x*x ^4\ X4X :^p< Mifi. x^ i^ yf<)^ xfK j^ X|»c .^ July Fourth Hurrah! hurrah! a soldier's life for me! Shout, boys, shout! for it makes you jolly and free. The Ramrod Corps, July Fifth Oh, none may reach by hired speech of neighbor, priest, and kin. Through borrowed deed to God's good meed that lies so far within. Tomlinson, July Sixth How can a man who has never married; who cannot be trusted to pick up at sight a moder- ately sound horse; whose head is hot and up- set with visions of domestic felicity, go about the choosing of a wife? He cannot see straight or think straight if he tries ; and the same dis- advantages exist in the case of a girl's fancies. But when mature, married, and discreet people arrange a match between a boy and a girl, they do it sensibly, with a view to the future, and the young couple live happily ever afterward. As everybody knows. Kidnaped. [66] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >Jy- V^' VJV V^ V^' VJV V^V VJV >^X >*^ X^ X**k >?«; yjK yJVVJVVW V^k July Seventh Av I did n't shave, I wud be tormlnted wid an outrajis thurrst ; for there's nothin' so dhryin' to the throat as a big billy-goat beard waggin' undher the chin. — The Big Drunk Draf\ July Eighth I was only gettin' at ut my own way, as Popp Doggie said whin they found him thrying to ram a cartridge down the muzzle. The Solid Muldoon. July Ninth When young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of Hate, Suspicion, and Despair, all the love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge; though it may turn darkened eyes for awhile to the light, and teach Faith where no Faith was. Baa, Baa, Black Sheep. July Tenth I hate and fear snakes, because if you look into the eyes of any snake you will see that it knows all and more of man's fall, and that it feels all the contempt that the devil felt when Adam was evicted from Eden. The Recrudescence of Imray. [67] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING July Eleventh He was in a high fever while he was writing, and the blood-and-thunder magazine diction he adopted did not calm him. The Phantom ^Rickshaw. July Twelfth There are not many happinesses so complete as those that are snatched under the shadow of the sword. — Without Benefit of Clergy. July Thirteenth I was the offender, and I knew it. That knowledge transformed my pity into passive en- durance and, eventually, into blind hate — the same instinct, I suppose, which prompts a man to savagely stamp on the spider he has but half killed. — The Phantom ^Rickshaw, July Fourteenth He was busy in office all day, and never both- ered his head about women. No man ever dreamed he would. He was of a type that does n't marry, just because it does n't think about marriage. He was one of the plain cards, whose only use is to make up the pack and furnish background to put the court cards against. — Bitters Neat, [68] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING July Fifteenth An' if sometimes our conduc' is n't all your fancy paints, Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints. — Tommy. July Sixteenth Ye 're a bowld man, a very bowld man. But I 'm a bowld man tu. — Black Jack. July Seventeenth Eyah! Those days, those days! Did you iver have onendin' devilment an' nothin' to pay for it in your life, sorr.'^ The Courting of Dinah Shadd. July Eighteenth Because she was cold and hard, he said she was stately and dignified ; because she had no brains and could not talk cleverly, he said she was reserved and shj-^ ; because she was unworthy of honor or reverence from any one, he rever- enced her from a distance and dowered her with all the virtues in the Bible and most of those in Shakespeare. ■ — In Error. [69] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING July Nineteenth In most big undertakings, one or two men do the work while the rest sit near and talk till the ripe decorations begin to fall. Wressley of the Foreign Office. July Twentieth I am av the opinion of Polonius whin he said : "Don't fight wid iv'ry scutt for the pure joy av fightin'; but av you do, knock the nose av him first an' frequint." The Courting of Dinah Shadd. July Twenty-fiest He must have guessed that he needed the white light of local color on his palette. This is a dangerous paint for amateurs to play with. Wressley of the Foreign Office, July Twenty-second Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards ; and you will find that you do yourself harm. False Dawn, [70] FROM l)x\Y TO DAY WITH KIPLING July Twenty-third Shun — shun the Bowl ! That fatal, facile drink Has ruined many geese that dipped their quills in 't ; Bribe, murder, marry, but steer clear of Ink Save when you write receipts for paid-up bills in 't. There may be silver in the "blue-black" — all I know of is the iron and the gall. The Man who could Write. July Twenty-fourth I was a corp'ril then. I was rejuced afther- ward, but, no matther, I was a corp'ril wanst. The God from the Machine, July Twenty-fifth We called her "Ould Pummeloe," by reason of her figure, which was entirely cir-cum-fe- ren-shill. — The Daughter of the Regiment, July Twenty-sixth When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature. The Phantom 'Rickshaw. [71] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING July Twenty-seventh Ould days are hard to bring back into the mouth, but they 're always inside the head. Black Jack. July Twenty-eighth For the first five years av my service, whin I was what I wud give me sowl to be now, I tuk whativer was widin my reach an' digested ut, an' that 's more than most men can say. The Courting of Dinah Shadd. July Twenty-ninth He 'd a dhirty Httle scrub av a black mus- tache, an' he twisted an' turned ivry wurrd he used as if he found ut too sweet for to spit out. The God from the Machine, July Thirtieth The romances of Private Ortheris are slightly too daring for publication. — Black Jack. July Thirty-first He was callow all over — like a canary that had not finished fledging itself. The Rescue of Pluffles, [72] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING 7T5":?K>?< >?< y^ >?< y^ viv >?v >j^ v^- v;vvj< v^v^v viv vjvviv AUGUST THE VAMPIRE A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair (Even as you and I!). Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste And the work of our head and hand Belong to the woman who did not know (And now we know that she never could know) And did not understand. A fool there was and his goods he spent (Even as you and I!) Honor and faith and a sure intent (And it was n't the least what the lady meant), But a fool must follow his natural bent (Even as you and I!). Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost And the excellent things we planned Belong to the woman who did n't know why (And now we know she never knew why) And did not understand. [73] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING y^Kiffs:}^ vj»c vjv vjv v(v >iv v*v viv >^j vjvvjvv^ y^v y^v yt< >t< The fool was stripped to his foolish hide (Even as you and I!) Which she might have seen when she threw him aside — • (But it is n't on record the lady tried) So some of him lived but the most of him died — (Even as you and I!). But it is n't the shame and it is n't the blame That stings like a white-hot brand. It 's coming to know that she never knew why (Seeing at last she could never know why) And never could understand. August First There 's no pleasure like meeting an old friend, except, perhaps, making a new one. The Enlightenments of Pagetty M.P. August Second I was the imperor av the earth to my own mind, an' wan or tu women thought the same. Small blame to thim. — The Solid Muldoon. August Third They talk o' rich folk bein' stuck up an' gen- teel, but for cast-iron pride o' respectability there 's naught like poor chapel folk. On Greenhow Hill, [74] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING August Fourth We walked about saying nothing — because we were friends, and talking spoils good tobacco. The Mark of the Beast. August Fifth I '11 wait till you 're betther, an' thin we two will talk ut out umbrageous. — Black Jack. August Sixth Responsibility and Success make an intoxi- cating drink, and have ruined more men than ever has whisky. — His Chance in Life. August Seventh You are over-engined for your beam. The Conversion of Aurelian McGoggin. August Eighth Heatherleigh is the dearest doctor that ever was, and his invariable prescription to all his patients is, "Lie low, go slow, and keep cool." He says that more men are killed by overwork than the importance of this world justifies. The Phantom 'Rickshaw, [75] FROM BAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING y^frff^ y^K v^ v;y Vjv v;y y^ y^K x^ x^k x^ xix^>jv y^x xjx x^x x^x August Ninth Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink. — Thrown Away. August Tenth He 's dead now, but good he was while he lasted. — Black Jack. August Eleventh I did not want to lave annything behin' me whin an honust wurrd cud ha' cleared all up. There 's nothin' like opin-speakin'. The Solid Muldoon. August Twelfth Understand clearly that all racing is rotten — as everything connected with losing money must be. — The Broken Link Handicap. August Thirteenth Suicide is shirking your work. If I was Job ten times over, I should be so interested in what was going to happen next that I 'd stay on and watch. — At the End of the Passage. [76] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING August Fourteenth You can sometimes ride an old horse in a halter ; but never a colt. The Conversion of AureVwn McGoggin. August Fifteenth We rose to our feet, feeling that something was going to happen and ready to believe the worst. — His Wedded Wife. August Sixteenth He was not a horsey man, but he liked people to believe he had been once ; otherwise he was painfully religious. — Watches of the Night. August Seventeenth If you hit a pony over the nose at the out- set of your acquaintance, he may not love you, but he will take a deep Interest in your move- ments ever afterwards. — False Dawn. August Eighteenth I may be introduced to the other world against my will, but I know my duty to tliis, as long as I stay in it. For One Night Only, FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING )^ yf< y^ \^ 'j^ y^ '/i< '/;k yi< '/i^ y^ y^ y^yfK >jv >;< v?vvj< August Nineteenth I aint got nothin', nor 'e 'as n't neither. Black Jack. August Twentieth Overwork 's only murderous idleness. The Light that Failed, August Twenty-first Personally I am kind to the great gray apes of the hills. One never knows when one may want a friend. — The Mark of the Beast, August Twenty-second He was not nice in any way. He had no re- spect for the pretty public and private lies that make life a little less nasty than it is. The Bronckhurst Divorce Case. August Twenty-third Niver a swate word beyon' ordinar' did I get. " 'T is the pervarsity of the sect," sez I to me- silf, an' give me cap another cock on me head an' straightened me back, and wint off as though I did not care. — The Solid Muldoori, [78] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING August Twenty-fourth "It 's low, mum," says I, "is rats, but it 's t' nature of a dog ; an' soa 's cuttin' round an' meetin' another dog an' passin' t' time o' day, an' hevvin' a bit of a turn-up wi' him like a Christian." — Private Learoyd's Story. August Twenty-fifth Being deeply impressed with the doctrine of Original Sin, she could not believe in the face of appearances. She knew too much, and jumped to the wildest conclusions. Watches of the Night, August Twenty-sixth The Man who Knew felt that he was justi- fied; but believing and acting on a belief are quite different things. — The Charm of Bisara. August Twenty-seventh Can thim that helps others help thimselves .'* Answer me that, sorr ! — With the Main Guard. August Twenty-eighth We all cry, even tlie worst of us. Mrs. Haukshee Sits- Out, [79] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING August Twenty-ninth To rear a boy under what parents call the "sheltered life system" is, if the boy must go into the world and fend for himself, not wise. Unless he be one in a thousand he has certainly to pass through many unnecessary troubles ; and may, possibly, come to extreme grief simply from ignorance of the proper proportions of things. — Thrown Away. August Thirtieth In the lack of better things the small gossip of a servant's hall becomes immensely interest- ing, and the screwing of a washer on a tap an event to be talked over for days. The Light that Failed. August Thirty-first While the snaffle holds, or the long-neck stings, While the big beam tilts, or the last bell rings. While horses are horses to train and to race, Then women and wine take a second place For me — for me — While a short ten-three Has a field to squander or fence to face. Song of the G. R. [80] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING SEPTEMBER THE SONG OF THE BANJO You could n't pack a Broadwood half a mile — You must n't leave a fiddle in the damp — You could n't raft an organ up the Nile, And play it in an Equatorial swamp. / travel with the cooking-pots and pails — Fm sandwiched 'tween the coffee and the pork, And when the dusty column checks and tails, You should hear me spur the rearguard to a walk ! With my ''Pilly-willy-mnky-winlcy poppT' (O it 's any tune that comes into my head !) So I keep 'em moving till they drop ; So I play 'em up to water and to bed. In the silence of the camp before the fight When it 's good to make your will and say your pra3^er, You can hear my strumpty-tumpty overnight Explaining ten to one was always fair. I 'm the prophet of the Utterly Absurd, Of the Patently Impossible and Vain — And when the Thing that Could n't has oc- curred. Give me time to change my leg and go again. [81] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >!<>?< >?<>?< >?< vjvvjvvTv v*v v^ viv viv viv -M^'MiK 'j^'j^y^ With my ^^ Tump a - tumpa - tumpa - turn - pa tump!'^ In the desert where the dung-fed camp- smoke curled There was never voice before us till I led our lonely chorus, I — the war-drum of the White Man round the world! By the bitter road the Younger Son must tread, Ere he win to hearth and saddle of his own — 'Mid the riot of the shearers at the shed, In the silence of the herder's hut alone — In the twilight, on a bucket upside down. Hear me babble what the weakest won't con fess — ■ I am Memory and Torment — I am Town ! I am all that ever went with evening dress. With my **Tunka-tunka-tunka-tunka-tunk!'' (So the lights — the London Hghts — grov, near and plain !) So I rowel 'em afresh towards the Devil and the Flesh, Till I bring my broken rankers home again. In desire of many marvels over sea. Where the new-raised tropic city sweats and roars, I have sailed with Young Ulysses from the quay [82] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING Till the anchor rumbled down on stranger shores. He is blooded to the open and the sky, He is taken in a snare that shall not fail, He shall hear me singing strongly, till he die, Like the shouting of a backstay in a gale. With my *'H2ja! Heeija! Heeya! Hullah! Hauir (O the green that thunders aft along the deck!) Are you sick o' towns and men.^ You must sign and sail again, For it 's "Johnny Bowlegs, pack your kit and trek!" Through the gorge that gives the stars at noon-day clear — Up the pass that packs the scud beneath our wheel — Round the bluff that sinks her thousand fathom sheer — Down the valley with our guttering brakes asqueal ; Where the trestle groans and quivers in the snow. Where the many-shedded levels loop and twine, So I lead my reckless children from below Till we sing the Song of Roland to the pine. With my ''Tinka-tinka-tinka-tinka'tink!' [83] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING /^ y(K x^ j^i\ )^ ii^ 1^ '/^ VfK ii^ 1^ y^ yiK >jr Viv vjv •/;< y^ (And the axe has cleared the mountain, croup and crest!) So we ride the iron stalHons down to drink, Through the canons to the waters of the West! And the tunes that mean so much to you alone — Common tunes that make you choke and blow your nose, Vulgar tunes that bring the laugh that brings the groan — I can rip your very heartstrings out with those; With the feasting, and the folly, and the fun — And the lying, and the lusting, and the drink, And the merry play that drops you, when you 're done. To the thoughts that burn like irons if you think. With my *^Plunka-lunka-lunka-lunka-lunk!** Here 's a trifle on account of pleasure past, Ere the wit that made you win gives you eyes to see your sin And the heavier repentance at the last. Let the organ moan her sorrow to the roof — I have told the naked stars the grief of man. Let the trumpets snare the foeman to the proof — [84] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING I have known Defeat, and mocked it as we ran. My bray ye may not alter nor mistake When I stand to jeer the fatted Soul of Things, But the Song of Lost Endeavor that I make, Is it hidden in the twanging of the strings? With my '^Ta-ra-rara-rara-ra-ra-rrrpf' (Is it naught to you that hear and pass me by?) But the word — the word is mine, when the order moves the hne. And the lean, locked ranks go roaring down to die. The grandam of my grandam was the Lyre — (O the blue below the little fisher huts!) That the Stealer stooping beachward filled with fire. Till she bore my iron head and ringing guts ! By the wisdom of the centuries I speak — To the tune of yestermorn I set the truth — I, the joy of life unquestioned — I, the Greek — I, the everlasting Wonder Song of Youth ! With my ^'Tinka-tinka-tinka-tinka-tink!'' (What d' ye lack, my noble masters.? What d'ye lack.?) So I draw the world together link by link ; Yea, from Delos up to Limerick and back! [85] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >f< >?< >?»c>;v v^v >?v ViV Vjy Vjv y^v y^v >?v >?*( x^x xi^x /fi yf< yf< September First That day I cud ha' picked the sun out av the sky for a Hve coal to me pipe, so magnificent I was. — The Courting of Dinah Shadd. September Second The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold. And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old — Gypsy Song. September Third He wanted to be deceived, he meant to be de-« ceived, and he deceived himself very thoroughly. On the Strength of a Likeness. September Fourth She had eyes like the brown of a buttherfly's wing whin the sun catches ut, an' a waist no thicker than my arrm, an' a little sof button av a mouth I wud ha' gone through all Asia bristlin' wid bay'nits to get the kiss av. An' her hair was as long as the tail av the colonel's charger — forgive me mintionin' that blunder in' baste in the same mouthful — but 't was all shpun gold, an' time was whin a lock av ut was more than di'monds to me. — The Solid Muldoon. [86] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING 1^ 'j^ 1^ y^ '/;< w^K wiK MfK ff^ i^y^K y^K '/;< y^yfK wtK >^>T*r September Fifth She was as immutable as the hills. But not quite so green. — Venus Annodomini. September Sixth You could do nothing with one without the other. They were very loving sisters ; but their mutual affection was sometimes inconvenient. False Daxvn. September Seventh Surely you ought to know that the first proof a man gives of his interest in a woman is by talking to her about his own sweet self. If the woman listens without yawning, he begins to like her. If she flatters the animal's vanity, he ends by adoring her. The Education of Otis Yeere, September Eighth Though tangled and twisted the course of true love, No tangle 's so tangled it cannot improve If the lover has brains. The Post that Fitted, September Ninth But I will do penance. I will take a dhrink av wather. — Black Jack, [87] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING jij«i VJ< V?^ V^ V?»C V{< >;»C >^ >?<>;< V?< >?V V;«C >$< >?«c XiX X4X nx SErTEMBER TeNTH I had not learned to hould me liquor wid com- fort in thim days. 'T is little betther I am now. — Black Jack, September Eleventh Business is business, and the man who is paid to attend to a man might reasonably devote his whole attention to the job. — At the Golden Gate, September Twelfth In a large-sized man, love like his would have been touching. In a good man it would have been grand. He being what he was, it was only a nuisance. — The Bisara of Pooree, September Thirteenth Perhaps he gave way to the queer, savage feeling that sometimes takes by the throat a husband twenty years married, when he sees across the table the same face of his wedded wife, and knows that, as he has sat facing it, so must he continue to sit until the day of its death or his own. Most men and all women know the spasm. It only lasts for three breaths as a rule, must be a throwback to times when men and women were rather worse than they are now, and is too unpleasant to be discussed. The Bronckhurst Divorce Case, [88] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING SEPTEMBER Fourteenth If I have taken the common clay And wrought it cunningly In the shape of a god That was digged a clod, The greater honor to me. If thou hast taken the common clay, And thy hands be not free From the taint of the soil Thou hast made thy spoil, The greater shame to thee. . The Two Potters. September Fifteenth Looking on at games of skill is not a cheap amusement for the young. The Finest Story in the World. September Sixteenth He was afraid for the sake of another, which is the most soul-satisfying fear known to man. Without Benefit of Clergy. September Seventeenth Did 1 iver tell you that I was wanst the divil av a man,? — The Solid Muldvoii, L 89 ] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >^ ViV /iv 4V yjv Hv viv vi«c nx y^y^y^ w^Tix >iv v;y y^ vjv: September Eighteenth There are a good many things you cannot understand. The Conversion of Aurelian McGoggin, September Nineteenth He was shtiff wid books and the-ouries, an' aU manner av thrimmin's no manner av use. The Taking of Lungtwrtgpen, September Twentieth Pluffles' weakness was not believing what people said. He preferred what he called trust- ing to his own judgment. The Rescue of Pluffles, September Twenty-first These crazy people with only one idea make things move; but they are not nice to talk to. A Germ-Destroyer. September Twenty-second Pleasant it is for the Little Tin Gods When great Jove nods ; But Little Tin Gods make their little mistakes In missing the hour when great Jove wakes. A Germ-Destroyer, [90] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING September Twenty-third Thin I became a man, an' the divll of a man I was fifteen years ago — an', begad, I tuk a woman's eye. I did that. The God from the Machine. September Twenty-fourth Whatever he knows of his weaknesses, Mul- vaney is entirely ignorant of his strength. The Courtship of Dinah Shadd. September Twenty-fifth Inspiration Is fleeting, beauty is vain, and the power of the mind for wonder limited. Astride the Clouds. September Twenty-sixth I know that it is outside my business to care what people say; I can see that it spoils my output if I listen to 'em ; and yet, confound it all! I can't help purring when I'm rubbed the right way. Even when I can see on a man's forehead that he Is lying his way through a clump of pretty speeches, those lies make me happy, and play the mischief with my hand. The Light that Failed. [91] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING y^ v$«c Viv y^y^yfKy^KyfKy^y^-TfK v^v vjv v^c w^y^/^y^ September Twenty-seventh Meddling with another man's folly Is always thankless work. — The Rescue of Pluffles, September Twenty-eighth For tin minutes 't was all I cud do to prevint him from killin' himself against me fistes. The Solid Middoon, September Twenty-ninth I suggested that he should write out the whole affair from beginning to end, knowing that ink might assist to ease his mind. The Phantom ^Rickshaw. September Thirtieth Torpenhow looked at Dick with his eyes full of the austere love that springs up between men who have tugged at the same oar together and are yoked by custom and use and the intimacies of toil. This is a good love, and, since it al- lows, and even encourages, strife, recrimination, and the most brutal sincerity, does not die, but increases, and is proof against any absence and evil conduct. — The Light that Failed, -. [92] DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING OCTOBER GUNGA DIN You may talk o' gin an' beer When you 're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you 're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But if it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you '11 lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that 's got it. Now in Injia's sunny clime. Where I used to spend my time A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen, Of all them black-faced crew The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din. He was "Din ! Din ! Din ! You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! Hi! slippy hitherao! Water, get it! Panee lao! You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din !" Was nothin' much before, An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind, For a twisty piece o' rag An' a goatskin water-bag. [93] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >?«? vjv >j»t >j< y;y vj< >;< vjv >?< >j< v|x' >jv vj< vj^vjv viv v?< vj?< v?< >jv vj»c vi^vj'^ >?<>?<>?< >?v >^k v;«c >?v>;^ >5f*c v^c v?*c v?< With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green. When the cartridges ran out, You could 'ear the front-files shout : "Hi ! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din !" I shan't forgit the night When I dropped be'ind the fight With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been. I was chokin' mad with thirst, An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin' gruntin' Gunga Din. 'E Hfted up my 'ead, An' 'e plugged me where I bled. An' 'e gave me 'arf-a-pint a' water — green: It was crawlin' and it stunk, But of all the drinks I 've drunk, I 'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din. It was "Din ! Din ! Din ! 'Ere 's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen ; 'E 's chawin' up the ground, an' 'e 's kickin' all around: For Gawd's sake, git the water, Gunga Din !" 'E carried me away To where a dooli lay. An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean. L95] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING 'j^ y^ y^ y^ '/^ yk\ y^x xi^x >?*c x^ xi*c x^x >^ >|? v^ v?< vj< >j< 'E put me safe inside, An' just before 'e died: "I 'ope you like your drink," sez Gunga Din. So I '11 meet 'im later on In the place where 'e is gone — Where it 's always double drill and no canteen; 'E '11 be squattin' on the coals Givin' drink to pore damned souls, An' I '11 get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din ! Din! Din! Din! You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din ! Though I 've belted you an' flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you. You 're a better man than I am, Gunga Din ! October First I have lived long enough to know that it is best to know nothing. — By Word of Mouth, October Second All we can do is to learn how to do our work, to be masters of our material instead of ser- vants, and never to be afraid of anything. Everything else comes from outside ourselves. Very good. But the instant we begin to think about success and the eff'ect of our work — to play with one eye on the gallery — we lose power and touch and everything else. The Light that Failed. [96] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING October Third No one "has yet explained what actually hap- pens when an irresistible force meets the im- movable post, though some have thought deeply. The Light that Failed. October Fourth Every man is entitled to his own religious convictions; but no man — least of all a junior — has a right to thrust these down other men's throats. The Conversion of Aurelian McGoggin. October Fifth Did you see John Malone, wid his shinin', brand- new hat? Did ye see how he walked hke a grand aristo- crat ? There was flags an' banners w^avin' high, an' dhress and shtyle were shown. But the best av all the company was Misther John Malone. — John Malone. October Sixth I said, "Whose reputation did you save?" "More 's the pity, 't was n't my own, but I took more trouble wid ut than av ut was." The God from the Machine. [97] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING October Seventh Up my back, an' in my boots, an' in the short hair av the neck — that 's where I kape my eyes whin I 'm on duty. The God from the Machine, October Eighth The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn. When the smoke of the cooking hung gray : He knew where the doe made a couch for hei fawn, And he looked to his strength for his prey. But the moon swept the smoke-wreaths away, And he turned from his meal in the villager's close. And he bayed to the moon as she rose. In Sconce. October Ninth Do you know what fear is.^^ Not ordinary fear of insult, injury, or death, but abject, quivering dread of something that you cannot see — fear that dries the inside of the mouth and half of the throat — fear that makes you sweat on the palms of the hands and gulp in order to keep the uvula at work. This is a fine Fear — a great cowardice, and must be felt to be ap- preciated. — My Own Ghost Story. [98 J FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING October Tenth A man who rides niiich knows exactly what a horse is going to do before he does it. In the same way a woman of experience knows accu- rately how a boy will behave under certain cir- cumstances. — The Rescue of Pluffies. October Eleventh The Colonel returned at an unseemly hour and his excuses were not accepted. If the Colonel's Wife had been an ordinary vessel of wrath appointed for destruction, she w^ould have known that when a man stays away on pur- pose, his excuse is always sound and original. The very baldness of the Colonel's explanation proved its truth. — Watches of the Night. October Twelfth Since she chose to regard him as a hopeless liar, when dread of pain drove him to his first untruth, he naturally developed into a liar, but an economical and self-contained one, never throwing away the least unnecessary fib, and never hesitating at the blackest, were it only plausible, that might make his life a little easier. The treatment taught him at least the power of hving alone. — The Light that Failed. [ 9!) ] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING '/i< Wfi. y^K wi< 'A< y^K y^y^ y^oio^yiK y^y^K viv v;v >|< v^v October Thirteenth Let a puppy eat the soap in the bathroom or chew a newly-blacked boot. He chews and chuckles until, by and by, he finds out that the blacking and Old Brown Windsor make him very sick ; so he argues that soap and boots are not wholesome. Any old dog about the house will soon show him the unwisdom of biting big dogs' ears. Being young, he remembers and goes abroad, at six months, a well-mannered little beast with a chastened appetite. If he had been kept away from boots, and soap, and big dogs till he came to the trinity full grown, consider how fearfully sick and thrashed he would be. — Thrown Away. October Fourteenth He was a tricky man an' a liar by natur'. Some are born so. He was wan. The God from the Machine. October Fifteenth Baffled and beaten back, she works on still; Weary and sick of toil, she works the more. Sustained by her indomitable will. The hands shall fashion and the brain shall pore. And all her sorrow shall be turned to labor. Work. [100] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING October Sixteenth The lark will make her hymn to God, The partridge call her brood, While I forget the heath I trod, The fields wherein I stood. The Only Son. October Seventeenth There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken any way you please, is bad. And strands them in forgotten guts and creeks No decent soul would think of visiting. You cannot stop the tide ; but, now and then. You may arrest some rash adventurer Who — h'm — will hardly thank you for your pains. — Viharfs Moralities. October Eighteenth You may have noticed that many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem — for purely religious purposes, of course — to know more about iniquity than the Unregenerate. Perhaps they were specially bad before they be- came converted. At any rate, in the imputation of things evil, and in putting the worst con- struction on things innocent, a certain type of good people may be trusted to surpass all others. — Watches of the Night. [101] i^.Qm DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING October Nineteenth 'T is dule to know not night from morn ; But deeper dule to know I can but hear the hunter's horn That once I used to blow. — The Only Son. October Twentieth Men do their work, and grow to think that there is nothing but their work, and nothing like their work. If men had not this delusion as to the ultra importance of their own particular employments, I suppose that they would sit down and kill themselves. But their weakness is wearisome, particularly when the listener knows that he himself commits exactly the same sin. Wressley of the Foreign Office. October Twenty-first What 's yon that follows at my side ? — The foe that ye must fight, my lord. — That hirples swift as I can ride? — The shadow of the night, my lord. — Then wheel my horse against the foe! — He 's down and overpast, my lord. Ye war against the sunset glow: The darkness gathers fast, my lord. The Fight of Heriofs Ford. [ 102] •FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING October Twenty-second "I have a thousand men," said he, "To wait upon my will. And towers nine upon the Tyne, And three upon the Till." "And what care I for your men," said she, "Or towers from Tyne to Till, Sith you must go with me," she said, "To wait upon my will? "And you may lead a thousand men, Nor never draw the rein; But ere ye lead the Faery Queen 'T will burst your heart in twain." He has slipped his foot from the stirrup bar, The bridle from his hand, And he is bound by hand and foot To the Queen o' Faery Land. — Sir Hughie. October Twenty-third There were three friends that buried the fourth. The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes ; And they went south, and east, and north — The strong man fights, but the sick man dies. There were three friends that spoke of the dead. The strong man fights, but the sick man dies. "And would he were here with us now," they said, "The sun in our face and the wind in our eyes." — Three Friends. [103] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING x^x x|x x^x x^x X4X -x(K xi\ x^x y(< yfK y^K YiK y(< yfK ypi. -j^ Wfi. >j^ October Twenty-fourth I saw that fwhat had gone before would be huggin' an' kissin' to fwhat was to come. With the Main Guard, October Twenty-fifth Look, you have cast out Love ! What Gods are these You bid me please? The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so ! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease Than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities. The Convert, October Twenty-sixth Know ! Take my word for it, sorr, ivrything an' a great dale more is known in a rig'mint. The God from the Machine, October Twenty-seventh Cry "Murder!" in the market-place, and each Will turn upon his neighbor anxious eyes That ask, "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain, Some centuries ago, across the world ; That bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain To-day. — Vibart^s Moralities, [ 104 ] FROM DAY to DAY WITH KIPLING ?fi:y;ir}^fKyfKyiKyfKyii:y$^y^yfK v?v v;v>jv >jx x|k 7j< y^ >j^ October Twenty-eighth So we loosed a bloomln' volley, An' we made the beggars cut, An' when our pouch was emptied out, We used the bloomln' butt, Ho! My! Don't yer come a-nigh, When Tommy is a-playin' with the bay'nit an' the butt. — Song. October Twenty-ninth I am not sure what real "earnestness" is. A very fair imitation can be manufactured by neglecting to dress decently, by mooning about in a dreamy, misty sort of way, by taking office- work home after staying in office till seven. That is one sort of "earnestness." — Pig, October Thirtieth "Stopped in the straight when the race was his own! Look at him cutting it — cur to the bone!" — Ask, ere the youngster be rated and chidden, What did he carry and how was he ridden.'' Maybe they used him too much at the start ; Maybe Fate's weight-cloths are breaking his heart. — Life's Handicap. [105] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING October Thirty-first What is the moral? Who rides may read When the night is thick and the tracks are blind. A friend at a pinch is a friend indeed ; But a fool to wait for the laggard behind; Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne He travels the fastest who travels alone. White hands cling to the tightened rein, Slipping the spur from the booted heel ; Tenderest voices cry, "Turn again," Red hopes tarnish the scabbarded steel. High hopes faint on a warm hearthstone — He travels the fastest who travels alone. One may fall, but he falls by himself — Falls by himself with himself to blame ; One may attain and to him is the pelf, Loot of the city in Gold or Fame : Plunder of earth shall be all his own Who travels the fastest and travels alone. Wherefore the more ye be holpen and stayed — Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil. Sing the heretical song I have made — His be the labor and yours be the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid disown — He travels the fastest who travels alone. VEnvoi to ''The Gadshysr [106] FROM T>AY TO DAY WITH KIPLINCx NOVEMBER THE CONUNDRUM OF THE WORK- SHOPS When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree, and scratched with a stick in the mould; And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves : "It 's pretty, but is it art?" Wherefore he called to his wife, and fled to fashion his work anew — The first of his race to care a fig for the first, most dread review ; And he left his lore to the use of his sons — and that was a glorious gain When the Devil chuckled: "Is it art?" in the ear of the branded Cain. They builded a tower to shiver the sky, and wrench the stars apart. Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks : "It 's striking, but is it art?" The stone was dropped by the quarry-side, and the idle derrick swung, [107 1 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING While each man talked of the aims of art, and each in an alien tongue. They fought and they talked in the north and the south, they talked and they fought in the west, Till the waters rose on the jabbering land, and the poor Red Clay had rest — Had rest tiU the dank blank-canvas dawn when the dove was preened to start. And the Devil bubbled below the keel: "It's human, but is it art?" The tale is as old as the Eden Tree — as new as the new-cut tooth — For each man knows ere his llp-thatch grows he is master of art and truth ; And each man hears as the twilight nears, to the beat of his dying heart, The Devil drum on the darkened pane: "You did it, but was it art?" We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a surplice-peg, We have learned to bottle our parents twain in the yolk of an addled egg. We know that the tail must wag the dog, as the horse is drawn by the cart, But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of old: "It 's clever, but is it art?" [ 108 ] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING When the flicker of London sun falls faint on the club-room's green and gold, The sons of Adam sit them down, and scratch with their pens in the mould — They scratch with their pens in the mould of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start When the Devil mutters behind the leaves : "It 's pretty, but is it art?" Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where the four great rivers flow, And the wreath of Eve is>ed on the turf as she left it long ago, And if we could come when the sentry slept, and softly scurry through, By the favor of God we might know as much — as our father Adam knew. November First You shall remember that it is not enough to have the method, and the art, and the power, not even that which is touch, but you shall also have the conviction that nails the work to the wall. — The Light that Failed. November Second 'T is n't what we say, it 's what we don't saj, that helps. — The Garden of Ea^/U [109] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING ■>!< >l< >l< >?< v?>i >|V">;^>^ v^ y^ v?< yf^y^Tf^ yi;< >j^ November Third Oh, crow ! Go crow ! Baby 's sleeping sound, And the wild plums grow in the jungle, only a penny a pound — Only a penny a pound, Baba — only a penny a pound. — Are-ko-ko. November Fourth Preponderance of individuality was ever a bar to foreign travel. — Chicago. November Fifth There 's no fool like an ould fool. You know you can do anythin' wid me whin I 'm talkin'. Black Jack, November Sixth "There 's no tale in the world I can't believe." "If you haf learned belief you haf learned somedings." — BimL November Seventh Don't you know the temptation to say fright- ful and shocking things just for the mere sake of saying them.? — Poor, Dear Mamma, [110] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING y^ v^ y^ viv Viv y^K >?k- y^ y^ v^- >?^r?ir7?^7^7?sr v^c v^• >k November Eighth It 's as simple as the Rule of Three. If we make light of our work by using it for our own ends, our work will make hght of us, and, as we are the weaker, we shall suffer. The Light that Failed, November Ninth I 've had my day, I 've had my day, an' nothin' can take away the taste av that ! The Solid Muldoon. November Tenth In the pleasant orchard-closes "God bless all our gains," say we; But "May God bless all our losses," Better suits with our degree. The Lost Bower, November Eleventh These persons are harmless in their earlier stages — that is to say, a man worth three or four million dollars may be a good talker, clever, amusing, and of the world; a man with twice that amount is to be avoided, and a twenty- million man is — just twenty millions. At the Golden Gate, [111] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING November Twelfth There was a case once — but that is another story. On the Strength of a Likeness. November Thirteenth I wonder now in thim days that my ears did not grow a yard on me head wid hst'nin. The God from the Machine, November Fourteenth Nobody understand Thomas except Thomas, and he does not know what is the matter with himself. — In the Matter of a Private. November Fifteenth Ho! don't you go for a corp'ral, Unless your 'ead is clear ; But I was an ass when I was at grass, An' that is why I 'm 'ere. Song. November Sixteenth It was just the sort of dinner and evening to make a man think of every one of his past sins, and of all the others that he intended to commit if he lived. My Own True Ghost Story, [112] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING 1^ ji^i^Kt« -j^ y^ y^K y^ -j^ f^ 7?ir7?«k yfK y^K j^ yf^ /^ ysiv vjv y^K yjv 7?^>?r>|«: >^- v?v >;< v?? >ivv;v v?«c v;^ November Twenty-fifth Well, it does n't matter — nothing matters much to me. The Gate of the Hundred Sorrows, November Twenty-sixth About thirty a man gets sick of living alone. The World Without, November Twenty-seventh An' wid that I laid my finger to my nose an' looked the schamin' sinner I was. The God from the Machine. November Twenty-eighth It 's only the voice of the tiniest little fraction of people that makes success. The real world does n't care a tinker's — does n't care a bit. The Light that Failed. November Twenty-ninth Whin Mrs. Mulvaney that is, was Miss Shadd that was, you were a dale younger than you are now, an' the Army was dif'rint in sev'ril e-sen- shuls. — The Daughter of the Regiment. [115] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING y^ y^K y^ y^ yii< ypi. y^ y^y^Ky^ yivvjvvjK'T?^ >V«c >j< >?< vj< November Thirtieth We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low. Will you never let us go? We ate bread and onions when you took towns or ran aboard quickly when you were beaten back by the foe. The captains walked up and down the deck in fair weather singing songs, but we were be- low. We fainted with our chins on the oars and you did not see that we were idle, for we still swung to and fro. Will you never let us go? The salt made the oar handles like sharkskin; our knees were cut to the bone with salt cracks ; our hair was stuck to our foreheads ; and our lips were cut to the gums ; and you whipped us because we could not row. Will you never let us go? But in a little while we shall run out of the port- holes as the water runs along the oarblade, and though you tell the others to row after us you will never catch us till you catch the oar-thresh and tie up the winds in the belly of the sail. Aho ! Will you never let us go? The Finest Story in the World. [ 116 ] FROM BAY TO BAY WITH KIPLING DECEMBER CHRISTMAS IN INDIA Dim dawn behind the tamarisks — the sky is saf- fron-yellow — As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the river-side, each calling to his fellow That the Day, the staring Eastern Day, is born. O the white dust on the highway ! O the stenches In the byway ! O the clammy fog that hovers over earth ! And at Home they 're making merry 'neath the white and scarlet berry — What part have India's exiles in their mirth? Full day behind the tamarisks — the sky Is blue and staring — As the cattle crawl afield beneath the yoke, And they bear One o'er the field-path, who is past all hope or caring. To the ghat below the curling wreaths of smoke. Call on Rama, going slowly, as ye bear a brother lowly — Call on Rama — he may hear, perhaps, your voice ! [117] FROM BAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING With our hymn-books and our psalters we ap- peal to other altars, And to-day we bid "good Christian men rejoice!" High noon behind the tamarisks — the sun is hot above us — As at Home the Christmas Day is breaking wan. They will drink our healths at dinner — those who tell us how they love us, And forget us till another year be gone! O the toil that needs no breaking! O the Heimweh, ceaseless, aching! O the black dividing Sea and alien Plain ! Youth was cheap — wherefore we sold it ; Gold was good — we hoped to hold it. And to-day we know the fulness of our gain. Gray dusk behind the tamarisks — the parrots fly together — As the sun is sinking slowly over Home; And his last ray seems to mock us shackled in in a life-long tether That drags us back howe'er so far we roam. Hard her service, poor her payment — she in ancient, tattered raiment — India, she the grim step-mother of our kind. [118] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >^ > ^ y^v yj v /^>K>?^>?^ >^' >?< >;<7y<:>;^>;^>?^>?^r>tir^^ If a year of life be lent her, if her temple's shrine we enter, The door is shut: we may not look behind. Black night behind the tamarisks — the owls begin their chorus — As the conchs from the temple scream and bray. With the fruitless years behind us, and the hopeless years before us, Let us honor, oh, my brothers, Christmas Day! Call a truce, then, to our labors — let us feast with friend and neighbors. And be merry as the custom of our caste ; For if "faint and forced the laughter," and if sadness follow after, We are richer by one mocking Christmas past. December, First Slape is a shuparfluous necessity. With the Main Guard, December Second Can a man stand upright in the face of the naked sun; or a lover in the presence of his beloved.? — The Love-Song of Har DyaL [119] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING i*l< >l*r7|*c MfK yfK yfK y(K )ffK >|x' vj>c vjv>f«c >j? >j^ >^ v?*i V5<>j«^ December Thied Each does it his own way, like makin' love. With the Main Guard. December Fourth The human soul is a very lonely thing, and when it is getting ready to go away hides itself in a misty borderland where the living may not follow. — Without Benefit of Clergy. December Fifth Roses red and roses white Plucked I for my love's delight; She would none of all my posies, Bade me gather her blue roses. Half the world I wandered through, Seeking where such flowers grew ; Half the world unto my quest Answered but with laugh and jest. It may be beyond the grave She shall find what she would have. Oh, 't was but an idle quest, — Roses red and white are best. — Blue Roses, December Sixth Too much zeal was a thing that she did not approve of ; preferring instead, a tempered and sober tenderness. — Venus Annodomini. [ 120 ] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING December Seventh I am sometimes sorry that I am a woman, but I 'm very glad that I 'm not a man, and — I should n't care to be an angel. Mrs. Hauksbee Sits Out. December Eighth He was beginning to learn, not for the first time in his life, that kissing is a cumulative poison. The more you get of it, the more you want. — The Light that Failed. December Ninth Though we called your friend from his bed this night, he could not speak for you ; For the race is run by one and one, and never by two and two. — Tomlinson. December Tenth An orf'cer can't do anythin' to a time-expired man savin' confinin' him to barricks. 'T is a wise rig'lation, bekaze a time-expired does not have anny barricks, bein' on the move all the time. 'T is a Solomon av a rig'lation. Is that ! I wud like to be inthroduccd to the man that made ut. — The Big Drunk Draf. [121] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING >5< >$< y|< >?<>?< Viv >?< Viv >?< >|v y|v >?v >jv >?< 5^ >l< >j< >;^' December Eleventh Never, never, never tell your wife anything that you do not wish her to remember and think over all her life. Because a woman can't for- get. — The Garden of Eden, December Twelfth "I saw she mint fwhat she said." "How could you tell?" I demanded, in the in- terests of science. "Watch the hand," said Mulvaney ; "av she shuts her hand tight, thumb over the knuckle, take up your hat an' go. You '11 only make a fool av yourself av you shtay. But av the hand lies opin on the lap, or av you see her thryin' to shut ut, an' she can't — go on ! She 's not past reasonin' wid." — The Solid Muldoon, December Thirteenth Love heeds not caste nor sleep a broken bed. I went in search of love and lost myself. Hindoo Proverb, December Fourteenth I forgive every woman everything. A Second-Rate Woman, FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING December Fifteenth He really laid himself out to express what was in his mind. When he had quite finished and his throat was feeling dry they were not angry with him. They rather admired him. The Arrest of Lieutenant Golightlt/. December Sixteenth It was a very wet night, and I remember that we sang "Auld Lang Syne" with our feet in the championship cup, and our head among the stars, and swore we were all dear friends. The Mark of the Beast. December Seventeenth Success is n't got by sacrificing other people ; you must sacrifice yourself, and live under or- ders, and never think for yourself, and never have any real satisfaction in your work except just at the beginning, when you 're reaching out after a notion. — The Li":ht that Failed. "to' December Eighteenth The man's mind was a perfect rag-bag of useless things. — To he Filed for Reference, [123] FROM DAY TO BAY WITH KIPLING vj< >j>t y^ >;«{ VK >?»^ >^ v^ vi*^ vi^ >?< >?*^ >?<>i< >?<>?<>?< 5^ Decembee Nineteenth He kept his unrequited attachment by him as men keep a well-smoked pipe — for comfort's sake, and because it had grown dear in the using. — On the Strength of a Likeness, December Twentieth He said that the writer was either an extreme liar or a most wonderful person. He thought the former. — To be Filed for Reference. December Twenty-first There is too much Asia, and she is too old. You cannot reform a lady of many lovers, and Asia has been insatiable In her flirtations afore- time. She will never attend Sunday-school, or learn to vote save with swords for tickets. The Man Who Was, December Twenty-second Try my recipe. Take a man — not a boy, mind, but an almost mature, unattached man — and be his guide, philosopher, and friend. You '11 find it the most interesting occupation that you ever embarked on. It can be done — you need n't look like that — because I 've done it. — The Education of Otis Yeere, [124] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING December Twenty-third You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate) threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping. Watches of the Night. December Twenty-fourth American girls are original, and regard you between the brows with unabashed eyes, as a sister might look at her brother. They are instructed, too, in the folly and vanity of the male mind, for they have associated with the boys from babyhood, and can discerningly min- ister to both vices, or pleasantly snub the pos- sessor. They possess, moreover, a life among themselves, independent of any masculine asso- ciations. They are self-possessed, without part- ing with any tenderness that is their sex-right; they understand ; they can take care of them- selves; they are superbly independent. American Politics. December Twenty-fifth As the Three jNIusketeers share their silver, tobacco, and liquor together, as they protect each other in barracks or camp, and as they rejoice together over the joy of one, so do they divide their sorrows. — Black Jack. [126] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING December Twenty-sixth Brother to a Prince and fellow to a beggar if he be found worthy. The Man who would be King. December Twenty-seventh You are — forgive me saying so even while I am smoking your excellent tobacco — painfully ignorant of many things. To be Filed for Reference. December Twenty-eighth I never seed the ale I could not drink, the 'bacca I could not smoke, nor the lass I could not kiss. — On Greenhow Hill. December Twenty-ninth My very worst friend from beginning to end. By the blood of a mouse, was mesilf. Mulvaney^s Song. December Thirtieth Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead What will those luckless millions do. The Last Department [126] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH KIPLING December Thirty-first And they were stronger hands than mine That digged the Ruby from the earth — More cunning brains that made it worth The large desire of a King ; And bolder hearts that through the brine Went down the Perfect Pearl to bring. Lo, I have wrought in common clay Rude figures of a rough-hewn race; For Pearls strew not the market-place In this my town of banishment, Where with the shifting dust I play And eat the bread of Discontent. Yet is there life in that I make — Oh, Thou who knowest, turn and see, As Thou hast power over me, So have I power over these. Because I wrought them for Thy sake, And breathed in them mine agonies. Small mirth was in the making. Now I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, And, wearied, at Thy feet I lay My wares ere I go forth to sell. The long bazaar will praise — but Thou — Heart of my heart, have I done well? Envoij to ''Soldiers Three,'* [127] UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY BERKELEY Return to desk from which borrowed. This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. REC'D LD DEC 27 1959 . ',1^^ .. .,52Mu; or 9 1967 2f]an'57HS i^ecew^^ LD 21-100m-ll,'49(B7146sl6)476 395891 ^' UNIVERSITY OF CAUFORNIA LIBRARY