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The Chronicles of Clovernook: With Some Account of the Hermit of Bellyfulle

Douglas William Jerrold

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Description:Excerpt from The Chronicles of Clovernook: With Some Account of the Hermit of Bellyfulle We have yet no truthful map of England. No offence to the publishers; hut the verity must be uttered. We have pored and pondered, and gone to our sheets with weak, winking eyes, having vainly searched, we cannot trust ourselves to say how many hundred maps of our beloved land, for the exact whereabout of Clovernook. We cannot find it. More: we doubt - so imperfect are all the maps - If any man can drop his linger on the spot, can point to the blessed locality of that most blissful village. He could as easily show to us the hundred of Utopia; the glittering weathercocks of the New Atalantis. And shall we be more communicative than the publishers! No; the secret shall be buried with us? we will hug it under our shroud. We have heard of shrewd, short-speeched men who were the living caskets of some healing jewel; some restorative recipe to draw the burning fangs from gout; some anodyne to I touch away sciatica into the lithesomeness of a kid; and these men have died, and have, to their own satisfaction at least, carried their secrets into their coffins, as though the mystery would comfort them as they rotted. There have been such men; and the black, begrimed father of all uncharitableness sits cross-legged upon their tomb-stones, and sniggers over them! Nevertheless, we will not tell to the careless and irreverent world - a world noisy with the ringing of shillings - the whereabout of Clover-nook. We might, would we condescend, give an all-sufficient reason for our closeness: we will do no such thing. No: the village is our own - consecrated to our own delicious leisure, when time runs by like a summer-brook, dimpling and sweetly murmuring as it runs. We have the most potent right of freehold in the soil; nay. it is our lordship. We have there droits du seigneur; and In the very despotism of our ownership might, if we would, torn oaks into gibbets. Let this knowledge suffice to the reader; for we will not vouchsafe to him another pippin's worth. Thus much, however, we will say of the history of Clovernook. There is about it a very proper mist and haziness; it twinkles far, far away through the darkness of time, like a taper through a midnight casement. The spirit of fable that dallies with the vexed heart of man. and incarnates his dreams in living presences - for mightiest of the mighty is oft the muscle of fiction - fable says that Clovernook was the work of some sprite of Fancy, that, in an idle and extravagant mood, made it a choice country seat; a green and flowery place, peopled with happy faces. And it was created, says fable, after this fashion. The sprite took certain pieces of old, fine linen which were tom and torn, and reduced to a very pulp, and then made into a substance, thin and spotless. And then the sprite flew away to distant woods, and gathered certain things, from which was expressed a liquid of darkest dye. And then, after the old, time-honored way, a living thing was sacrificed; a bird much praised by men at Michaelmas, fell with bleeding throat; and the sprite, plucking a feather from the pour dead thing, waved and waved it, and the village of Clovernook grew and grew; and cottages, silently as trees, rose from the earth; and men and women cams there by ones and twos; and in good time smoke rose from chimneys, and cradles were rocked. And this, so saith fable, was the beginning of Clovernook. Although we will no; let the rabble of the world know the whereabout of our village - and by the rabble, be it understood, we do not mean the wretches who arc guilty of daily hunger, and are condemned in the court of poverty of the high misdemeanor of patches and rags, but we mean the mere money-changers, the folks who carry their sullen souls in the corners of their packets, and think the site of Eden is covered with the Mint; although we will not have Clovernook startled...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Chronicles of Clovernook: With Some Account of the Hermit of Bellyfulle. To get started finding The Chronicles of Clovernook: With Some Account of the Hermit of Bellyfulle, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Description: Excerpt from The Chronicles of Clovernook: With Some Account of the Hermit of Bellyfulle We have yet no truthful map of England. No offence to the publishers; hut the verity must be uttered. We have pored and pondered, and gone to our sheets with weak, winking eyes, having vainly searched, we cannot trust ourselves to say how many hundred maps of our beloved land, for the exact whereabout of Clovernook. We cannot find it. More: we doubt - so imperfect are all the maps - If any man can drop his linger on the spot, can point to the blessed locality of that most blissful village. He could as easily show to us the hundred of Utopia; the glittering weathercocks of the New Atalantis. And shall we be more communicative than the publishers! No; the secret shall be buried with us? we will hug it under our shroud. We have heard of shrewd, short-speeched men who were the living caskets of some healing jewel; some restorative recipe to draw the burning fangs from gout; some anodyne to I touch away sciatica into the lithesomeness of a kid; and these men have died, and have, to their own satisfaction at least, carried their secrets into their coffins, as though the mystery would comfort them as they rotted. There have been such men; and the black, begrimed father of all uncharitableness sits cross-legged upon their tomb-stones, and sniggers over them! Nevertheless, we will not tell to the careless and irreverent world - a world noisy with the ringing of shillings - the whereabout of Clover-nook. We might, would we condescend, give an all-sufficient reason for our closeness: we will do no such thing. No: the village is our own - consecrated to our own delicious leisure, when time runs by like a summer-brook, dimpling and sweetly murmuring as it runs. We have the most potent right of freehold in the soil; nay. it is our lordship. We have there droits du seigneur; and In the very despotism of our ownership might, if we would, torn oaks into gibbets. Let this knowledge suffice to the reader; for we will not vouchsafe to him another pippin's worth. Thus much, however, we will say of the history of Clovernook. There is about it a very proper mist and haziness; it twinkles far, far away through the darkness of time, like a taper through a midnight casement. The spirit of fable that dallies with the vexed heart of man. and incarnates his dreams in living presences - for mightiest of the mighty is oft the muscle of fiction - fable says that Clovernook was the work of some sprite of Fancy, that, in an idle and extravagant mood, made it a choice country seat; a green and flowery place, peopled with happy faces. And it was created, says fable, after this fashion. The sprite took certain pieces of old, fine linen which were tom and torn, and reduced to a very pulp, and then made into a substance, thin and spotless. And then the sprite flew away to distant woods, and gathered certain things, from which was expressed a liquid of darkest dye. And then, after the old, time-honored way, a living thing was sacrificed; a bird much praised by men at Michaelmas, fell with bleeding throat; and the sprite, plucking a feather from the pour dead thing, waved and waved it, and the village of Clovernook grew and grew; and cottages, silently as trees, rose from the earth; and men and women cams there by ones and twos; and in good time smoke rose from chimneys, and cradles were rocked. And this, so saith fable, was the beginning of Clovernook. Although we will no; let the rabble of the world know the whereabout of our village - and by the rabble, be it understood, we do not mean the wretches who arc guilty of daily hunger, and are condemned in the court of poverty of the high misdemeanor of patches and rags, but we mean the mere money-changers, the folks who carry their sullen souls in the corners of their packets, and think the site of Eden is covered with the Mint; although we will not have Clovernook startled...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Chronicles of Clovernook: With Some Account of the Hermit of Bellyfulle. To get started finding The Chronicles of Clovernook: With Some Account of the Hermit of Bellyfulle, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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