[She and I, Volume 1 by John Conroy Hutcheson]@TWC D-Link bookShe and I, Volume 1 CHAPTER SIX 9/11
"There is more philosophy in that, than in most of those old Pagan beliefs: there is a glimmering of Christianity about the saying." "I wonder," said Miss Pimpernell, "whether there is any connection between it and the text, `Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth' ?" "I can't say, my dear," said the vicar, "if you are right in this instance; but there is often a great similarity between different parts of the Bible and the utterances of profane writers." "Have you ever noticed, sir," said Min, "how David says in the Psalms that `all the foundations of the world are out of course;' while Shakespeare makes Hamlet observe that `the world is out of joint' ?" "Yes," said the vicar, "and there are many other parallels that could be drawn from Shakespeare.
He was frequently indebted to the inspired volume for his reflections; whether wittingly or unknowingly, I cannot say." "I think," said I, "that Douglas Jerrold's celebrated bon mot about Australia must be put down to the same source.
He said, if you remember, speaking of the prolific nature of the soil of the new continent, `Tickle her with a hoe, and she will laugh with a harvest;' and in the Psalms we have the verse, `The valleys also shall stand so thick with corn, that they shall laugh and sing.'" "It is debatable," said the vicar, "whether we should ascribe these striking resemblances to unconscious plagiarism or to similarity of thought." "We will have to agree with Solomon," said I, "that there is nothing new under the sun!" "True enough, Frank," said the vicar.
"From the explorations at Nineveh and at Pompeii, we have already learnt that the ancients well knew of what we in our pride long ascribed to modern inquiry and research." Miss Pimpernell here calling upon her brother and Monsieur Parole for some more of their concerted music, they sat down to a sonata of Beethoven.
The remainder of us broke up into little coteries; Min and I having a long quiet talk, under cover of the deep tones of the vicar's violoncello, in a corner by the piano, where we entrenched ourselves for some time undisturbed. What did we say? I'm sure I can't tell you.
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