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ous zest of uncertainty。 He exults in it as the strong swimmer in the heaving billows； as the athlete in the wrestle； the soldier in the battle。
And if he be defeated he wins the grim joy of fighting； if he lose the race； he； at least； has had a run。 Better to work and fail than to sleep one's life away。
So； walk up； walk up； walk up。 Walk up； ladies and gentlemen！ walk up； boys and girls！ Show your skill and try your strength； brave your luck and prove your pluck。 Walk up！ The show is never closed and the game is always going。 The only genuine sport in all the fair； gentlemenhighly respectable and strictly moralpatronized by the nobility； clergy； and gentry。 Established in the year one； gentlemen； and been flourishing ever sincewalk up！ Walk up； ladies and gentlemen； and take a hand。 There are prizes for all and all can play。 There is gold for the man and fame for the boy； rank for the maiden and pleasure for the fool。 So walk up； ladies and gentlemen； walk up！all prizes and no blanks； for some few win； and as to the rest； why
〃The rapture of pursuing Is the prize the vanquished gain。〃
ON THE WEATHER。
Things do go so contrary…like with me。 I wanted to hit upon an especially novel； out…of…the…way subject for one of these articles。 〃I will write one paper about something altogether new；〃 I said to myself； 〃something that nobody else has ever written or talked about before； and then I can have it all my own way。〃 And I went about for days； trying to think of something of this kind； and I couldn't。 And Mrs。 Cutting； our charwoman； came yesterdayI don't mind mentioning her name； because I know she will not see this book。 She would not look at such a frivolous publication。 She never reads anything but the Bible and _Lloyd's Weekly News_。 All other literature she considers unnecessary and sinful。
She said： 〃Lor'； sir； you do look worried。〃
I said： 〃Mrs。 Cutting； I am trying to think of a subject the discussion of which will come upon the world in the nature of a startlersome subject upon which no previous human being has ever said a wordsome subject that will attract by its novelty； invigorate by its surprising freshness。〃
She laughed and said I was a funny gentleman。
That's my luck again。 When I make serious observations people chuckle； when I attempt a joke nobody sees it。 I had a beautiful one last week。 I thought it so good； and I worked it up and brought it in artfully at a dinner…party。 I forget how exactly； but we had been talking about the attitude of Shakespeare toward the Reformation； and I said something and immediately added； 〃Ah； that reminds me； such a funny thing happened the other day in Whitechapel。〃 〃Oh；〃 said they； 〃what was that？〃 〃Oh； 'twas awfully funny；〃 I replied； beginning to giggle myself； 〃it will make you roar；〃 and I told it them。
There was dead silence when I finishedit was one of those long jokes； tooand then； at last； somebody said： 〃And that was the joke？〃
I assured them that it was； and they were very polite and took my word for it。 All but one old gentleman at the other end of the table； who wanted to know which was the jokewhat he said to her or what she said to him； and we argued it out。
Some people are too much the other way。 I knew a fellow once whose natural tendency to laugh at everything was so strong that if you wanted to talk seriously to him； you had to explain beforehand that what you were going to say would not be amusing。 Unless you got him to clearly understand this； he would go off into fits of merriment over every word you uttered。 I have known him on being asked the time stop short in the middle of the road； slap his leg； and burst into a roar of laughter。 One never dared say anything really funny to that man。 A good joke would have killed him on the spot。
In the present instance I vehemently repudiated the accusation of frivolity； and pressed Mrs。 Cutting for practical ideas。 She then became thoughtful and hazarded 〃samplers；〃 saying that she never heard them spoken much of now； but that they used to be all the rage when she was a girl。
I declined samplers and begged her to think again。 She pondered a long while； with a tea…tray in her hands； and at last suggested the weather； which she was sure had been most trying of late。
And ever since that idiotic suggestion I have been unable to get the weather out of my thoughts or anything else in。
It certainly is most wretched weather。 At all events it is so now at the time I am writing； and if it isn't particularly unpleasant when I come to be read it soon will be。
It always is wretched weather according to us。 The weather is like the governmentalways in the wrong。 In summer…time we say it is stifling； in winter that it is killing； in spring and autumn we find fault with it for being neither one thing nor the other and wish it would make up its mind。 If it is fine we say the country is being ruined for want of rain； if it does rain we pray for fine weather。 If December passes without snow； we indignantly demand to know what has become of our good old…fashioned winters； and talk as if we had been cheated out of something we had bought and paid for； and when it does snow； our language is a disgrace to a Christian nation。 We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself。
If that cannot be arranged； we would rather do without it altogether。
Yet I think it is only to us in cities that all weather is so unwelcome。 In her own home； the country； Nature is sweet in all her moods。 What can be more beautiful than the snow； falling big with mystery in silent softness； decking the fields and trees with white as if for a fairy wedding！ And how delightful is a walk when the frozen ground rings beneath our swinging treadwhen our blood tingles in the rare keen air； and the sheep…dogs' distant bark and children's laughter peals faintly clear like Alpine bells across the open hills！ And then skating！ scudding with wings of steel across the swaying ice； making whirring music as we fly。 And oh； how dainty is springNature at sweet eighteen！
When the little hopeful leaves peep out so fresh and green； so pure and bright； like young lives pushing shyly out into the bustling world； when the fruit…tree blossoms； pink and white； like village maidens in their Sunday frocks； hide each whitewashed cottage in a cloud of fragile splendor； and the cuckoo's note upon the breeze is wafted through the woods！ And summer； with its deep dark green and drowsy humwhen the rain…drops whisper solemn secrets to the listening leaves and the twilight lingers in the lanes！ And autumn！ ah； how sadly fair； with its golden glow and the dying grandeur of its tinted woodsits blood…red sunsets and its ghostly evening mists； with its busy murmur of reapers； and its laden orchards； and the calling of the gleaners； and the festivals of praise！
The very rain； and sleet； and hail seem only Nature's useful servants when found doing their simple duties in the country； and the East Wind himself is nothing worse than a boisterous friend when we meet him between the hedge…rows。
But in the city where the painted stucco blisters under the smoky sun； and the sooty rain brings slush and mud； and the snow lies piled in dirty heaps； and the chill blasts whistle down dingy streets and shriek round flaring gas lit corners； no face of Nature charms us。 Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting…houseout of place and in the way。 Towns ought to be covered in； warmed by hot…water pipes； and lighted by electricity。 The weather is a country lass and does not appear to advantage in town。 We liked well enough to flirt with her in the hay…field； but she does not seem so fascinating when we meet her in Pall Mall。 There is too much of her there。 The frank； free laugh and hearty voice that sounded so pleasant in the dairy jars against the artificiality of town…bred life； and her ways become exceedingly trying。
Just lately she has been favoring us with almost incessant rain for about three weeks； and I am a demned damp； moist； unpleasant body； as Mr。 Mantalini puts it。
Our next…door neighbor comes out in the back garden every now and then and says it's