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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 884, 9 July 1913, Page 8

WE SHOULD NEVER GROW s OLD. ■ \ '.'> It is a long time now sines Mr. Gosse and I first twanged on the Jew's harp of the ballade and the trivial triolet. He has not deserted the Muse, and now, in bis' Russet and Silver' (Heinemann), gives us his best, at all events. The verses to ' Tusitala' (the Samoan home of Mr. Stevenson) are beautiful and original, and no fears, That low rim of long faint islands,. Barren granite-snouted nesseß, must strike something of a pang into the heart of the c-xilo in his' ethereal musty Hollands.' The heather smells sweeten than the hibiscus probably, not, that I have any practical knowledge of the hibiscus. 'I prow old,' says Mr. Goose. Bosh! Not so old as that either. "We should never grow old ; it is only a bad, lazy habit, bred of town life. While there are links, while there is Lord's, while there are salmon in the streams, there is no sort of use in grewing old, and the better part of youth is always present. Prepare To love earth lesa, and more haunt aist, says the philosophio miustrel. If ' air ' means tales and poems of what never was or will be, we have haunted it all the time, and 1 the cmscont flesh' is not ' wound in- soft nr-seemiy folds around * persona who keep m the open air. Mr. Goose ' asks no longer to enjoy, but. ah ! to. muse and feel.' To feel the Hist long drag o£a fish is to enjoy, however old we are, and Mr. Bright; in his latest j ..ca/? +rt /.all nn f.Vio nliHTifnm TllnnniirA with a walking stiofe for a fishing rod, so I have been told. But this is a moral philosophy of the fountain of youth, as it may be found whore rivers run, and not in Pall Mall. Mr. Gosse's verses are not all, or nearly all. Oh there's nothing in life like mak-' nff Inve ■ Rnvft irnKnir lio« ™ fin™ weather.—-Thomas Hood.- >.- - .; In love, one is cured of one illusion, by another. . " There.are many echoes in the world/.'' but few voices.—Goethe. ■'■■■.■ Our greatest glory is 'not in'never falling, but. in rising every time we fall.—Gonfuchis.

The speed of a wild dack is abomt ninety milei an hoar. There are in Switietland about a quarter of a million beehives, or one to every twelve inhabitants. .The French government ii building at Cape Grime* an eleatrio lighthouse which will be visible at a distance of forty-eight miles. It will tout! tot light of S.OCfI.OOO otdjawrj ouiiw.

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