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The other boldly asked for backsheesh, held up her hands, and after getting her money, begged for cakes and sugar. had been caught out all night in a storm when he was hunting in Canada, Yes, it was his carriage. She knew the colour of the lining, the little brass clock, the reading-lamp, the black panther rug. She pulled at the check-string, but without effect. The carriage drove on, slowly, but steadily, to the end of the town. She let down the window and called to the coachman. There was only one man on the box, and he took no notice of her call. 鈥業ndeed, sir; you鈥檝e got a quantity of editions of that. But I know it鈥檚 useless for me to urge you to get hold of the original edition.鈥? with two sofa cushions. 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Readers will expect him to obey those rules which they, consciously or unconsciously, have been taught to regard as binding on language; and unless he does obey them, he will disgust. Without much labour, no writer will achieve such a style. He has very much to learn; and, when he has learned that much, he has to acquire the habit of using what he has learned with ease. But all this must be learned and acquired 鈥?not while he is writing that which shall please, but long before. His language must come from him as music comes from the rapid touch of the great performer鈥檚 fingers; as words come from the mouth of the indignant orator; as letters fly from the fingers of the trained compositor; as the syllables tinkled out by little bells form themselves to the ear of the telegraphist. A man who thinks much of his words as he writes them will generally leave behind him work that smells of oil. I speak here, of course, of prose; for in poetry we know what care is necessary, and we form our taste accordingly. � spent last summer at Lock Willow, and we had a beautiful gossipy We who have succeeded are so apt to tell new aspirants not to aspire, because the thing to be done may probably be beyond their reach. 鈥淢y dear young lady, had you not better stay at home and darn your stockings?鈥?鈥淎s, sir, you have asked for my candid opinion, I can only counsel you to try some other work of life which may be better suited to your abilities.鈥?What old-established successful author has not said such words as these to humble aspirants for critical advice, till they have become almost formulas? No doubt there is cruelty in such answers; but the man who makes them has considered the matter within himself, and has resolved that such cruelty is the best mercy. No doubt the chances against literary aspirants are very great. It is so easy to aspire 鈥?and to begin! A man cannot make a watch or a shoe without a variety of tools and many materials. He must also have learned much. But any young lady can write a book who has a sufficiency of pens and paper. It can be done anywhere; in any clothes 鈥?which is a great thing; at any hours 鈥?to which happy accident in literature I owe my success. And the success, when achieved, is so pleasant! The aspirants, of course, are very many; and the experienced councillor, when asked for his candid judgment as to this or that effort, knows that among every hundred efforts there will be ninety-nine failures. Then the answer is so ready: 鈥淢y dear young lady, do darn your stockings; it will be for the best.鈥?Or perhaps, less tenderly, to the male aspirant: 鈥淵ou must earn some money, you say. Don鈥檛 you think that a stool in a counting-house might be better?鈥?The advice will probably be good advice 鈥?probably, no doubt, as may be proved by the terrible majority of failures. 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