uc THE COMPANION VOLUMES "THE SATIRES OF CYNICUS," AND THE HUMOURS OF CYNICUS," POPULAR EDITIONS. Now READY, PRICE 3s. 60. I Partictilars of the Original Hand- Coloured Editions of the Works of CYNICUS may be had from THE CYNICUS PUBLISHING CO., 59, DRURY LANE, LONDON, W.C. L-ondon : THE CYNICUS PUBLISHING CO., 59, DRURY LANE, AND SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT AND CO. Jftg (Soflb Jrienti the Since it happens I am better acquainted with your heart than your pocket, and since in order that I may live to work, I still must work to live, I have prepared this Popular Edition of my Third Book, hoping, like the Parson, to extract from the Ideal and Spiritual, somewhat of the baser (yet solid) u Material." The Studio, 59, Drury I^axie. 953 DAJM * 'V Ld To thee, whom unrelenting Fate hath thrown Unfriended on a heartless world alone My sister, brother, whosoe'er thou be I humbly dedicate this book to thee. 910 The hardy nurse of philosophic thought, Since from dead carrion oft sweet flowerets grow, Much Wisdom is by stern Misfortune taught, So, from the saddest depths of human woe As Iron is by forge and anvil wrought. Our sweetest, holiest thoughts, do oft- times flow. But Wisdom does not always come with years, And there be asses which have not long ears. Truth still is struggling to be free, From Error and from Bigotry. Ere perfect rest can be enjoyed The panoply of wealth and pride Must first of all be laid aside. You'll never find, true peace of mind With such a heavy weight behind. Fame lightly lends her laurel crown, Her titles, rank, and dignity : Tis only when a man is down She shows her true malignity. Bound by Society's narrow code Can you tell me why Of dull conventionality, Old women do fly Thy figure fashioned a la mode On broomsticks up to the moon in the Sans individuality. s ^ v Oh ! yes, in a minute, Thy hairy brother, Esau, on the tree, Up through the infinite Hath greater liberty by far than thee. They soar like the linnet, Because, don't you know, therms a man in it. Life is a garden fair, with many bowers, PI <*sure, thou rainbow-tinted bubble, But all must dig ; It is the lot of few To rest, or glean the flowers. Froth from the foaming tide of human trouble So keenly clutched, So rarely caught For, being touched Thou turn'st to naught. Pleasure in participation flies, And happiness in realisation dies. LABOURS AUREOLA. 03 C/J CO IS C 03 o S 03 Thy greatest charm may prove a snare. And his once doughty club his staff is Who bring the world's false idols low, Oft perish in the overthrow. The rock which wrecks the vessel, May also save the crew. The wrangling Rule of Parliament Though neither learned, wise, nor witty, Hath yet an ancient precedent Some gabbling geese, once saved a city. Even in the most unlikely spot Some good unlocked for may be got. He'll find it only time mis-spent, Who would convince by argument. Yet scraps 'of knowledge idly thrown May benefit some mind unknown. Both rich and poor alike their nakedness display, The poor because they must, the rich because they may* When the arms are filled I wis, Much we lose we do not miss. Genius the penalty must pay Of being scoffed at in its day. The space twixt parted friends that lies, Indifference soon occupies. Alas for human enterprise ; The best that's in us oft must be The mighty plans which we devise, Thrashed out by sheer calamity. Our lofty schemes Are mostly dreams Which we can never realise. He is a wise man who begets For one good seed which comes to fruit, Some profit out of vain regrets. A Million never have a root. BY DEATH WE OBTAIN CROWN The bough may break with its own Old friendship, like a mantle old and weight ; gray, &# We cast off lightly in the sunshine The ship may sink with its own freight. K a X> But both are welcome on a wintry day. That Faith has surely gone amiss Which asks to be upheld like this ; Salvation's hardly worth the taking That's so mixed up with money-making. They make the Truth a lie, the Faith deny, Who Judas, thus, with Christ identify. THE BROKEN BRIDGE. J2 ^o G , rt c o o o o O, ed rt OJ C/) We raise a dust and hope to make A cover for our own'_mistake. 'Trail up a child in the way it should n't go, and when it is old it will not depart from it." The lightning the great oak destroys : Riches are a burden, the wealthy tell us so : The thunder only makes the noise. But none seem ever willing to let their burden go. We fojlow Fashion, not because The story of the wearied heart The harder 'tis struck down the higher it ascends That lies below. Tho' Youth from Age be distant many 'Tvvas ever thus since ever man was a year, born. Yet childhood's memories are ever We grasp the flower, and only get the near. thorn. \Vhen Care sits heavy on the brow, Our best resolves are lost or thrown Then wrinkles thou shalt have, I trow. aside, Because we fear to venture in the tide- The wise man with a telescope Will nearer bring his friend. But when he sees a relative, He'll take the other end. rt "3 c G C 03 rt S E 2 ^ a; When tempted forth by sunshine, By showers we're overtaken ; We never blame the sunshine,. We only blame the rain. Fire useful is When held in check, But uncontrolled The house 'twill wreck. Even from the very earliest ages, The axiom has been ever true : That oft the wisest of our sages Has been overridden bv a shrew. Forget not, while Life's lofty pathways you tread, The higher the mountain the cooler its head. Those whom the worst calamities befall, Are oft the least deserving of them all ; While brutal arrogance and worthless- ness, Wallow in wealth and revel in excess. Be wise in time, too soon 't may be too late; Remorse is hopeless at the churchyard gate. Impudence, Makes loud pretence ; Excellence, Shows diffidence. But sorrow stands behind Experience. How oft we find the lofty mind By narrow prejudice confined. Experience does not make the Sage, Anil years alone make not Old Age H P P Q 2 W Pd P Cfl < W -I OH When skies are blue, And all is fair, And friends seem true Ah, then beware ! The load of life is light to bear When Love and Friendship take a share. The faculties which we have lost, In others we admire the most. He only heaps up slush and mire Doctrines opposed too oft converge, Who builds a snow man by the fire- As East and West together merge. How hard not to have won it When so little might have done it. Pride, pomp, and palaces, farewell, I go with lowly folk to dwell. Gaudy Fancy's dream dispeller ; At midnight on a sable horse, Time's the truest fortune-teller. Around the town rides dark Remorse. How often in life, when we have]gone astray, It has been our own shadow that Though ever on the topmost bough, darkened the way. The fruk seems best of a ,, . The higher up the tree we climb, The sorer is our fall. Nature our vanity respects, And blinds us to our own defects. The last support of age. Sorrow waits At palace gates. Alas, "It is not always May" 'Tis very often Must. HERE UES ONEWHODfEQ IN THE VAIN SEARCH FCFR HAPPlNFSS HAVING LOKD FOR U IN THE WRONG PLACE The universal epitaph. Ye cross-grained critics who do sneer for bread, And narrow bigots, superstition fed, ; Twas not for you, forsooth, this book was writ, Nor has >our stilted judgment shaped my wit; Nathless for you I make one symbol more, A symbol you perchance have met-a-fore. The Blocks have been pi-epured by E. SruiVKx.s & Co., HO, Fleet Street, E.C. 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