The four men; a farrago . faithful in that sort is a rare and a worthything 1 Then I put back the sovereign in mypocket, gently and reverently, and takingup the pewter I drank what was left in it, andsaid to them in more solemn tones: You see what I have done. I havequite drained this tankard. It is empty did it chiefly because I felt inclined; sinceit is commonsense that we should neverforego any one of the few pleasures whichwe may find to hand. But I did it also fora symbol of what jolly satisfaction a manmay get if he will do what every man shoulddo; that is, take life and its ladies
The four men; a farrago . faithful in that sort is a rare and a worthything 1 Then I put back the sovereign in mypocket, gently and reverently, and takingup the pewter I drank what was left in it, andsaid to them in more solemn tones: You see what I have done. I havequite drained this tankard. It is empty did it chiefly because I felt inclined; sinceit is commonsense that we should neverforego any one of the few pleasures whichwe may find to hand. But I did it also fora symbol of what jolly satisfaction a manmay get if he will do what every man shoulddo; that is, take life and its ladies as he findsthem during his little passage through the day-light, and his limping across the stage of thisworld. So now you know. But Grizzlebeard shook his head and said: All these things are follies! But sincethe rain is over let us be off again. It isNovember: the days are brief; and the light KING CHARLES TANKARD 233 will not last us long. Let us press forwardover Arun, and pursue our westward way be-neath the So we did as he bade us, crossing the longbridge and seeing the water swirling throughon the strong brown tide, and so along thecauseway, and up the first ride into Hough-ton, where is that little inn, St. George andthe Dragon, at which King Charles theSecond, the first King of England to takea salary and be a servant, drank as he fledfrom Worcester many years ago. And wewent on that ancient way, that hollow way, 234 THE CLEAR SKY which the generations and the generationsrolling upon wheels and marching uponleather, all on their way to death, haveworn down so far below the level of thebrown ploughed land. We went past Buryto Westburton, and still onwards to theplace where some dead Roman had hispalace built, near the soldiers road, in aplace that looks at a great hollow of theDowns and is haunted by the ruin of fifteenhundred years. But we did not stop to lookat the stone pictures there, nor at that sacredhead of Winter wherein this southern lordhad bidden his
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