| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott: that YOU are satisfied. She is, you must confess, one of those
persons with whom authority goes farther than reasoning. Do but
repose a little confidence in me, and you shall see how amply I
will repay it."
Lady Bothwell shook her head, as one but half satisfied. "How
difficult it is to extend confidence, when the basis on which it
ought to rest has been so much shaken! But I will do my best to
make Jemima easy; and further, I can only say that for keeping
your present purpose I hold you responsible both to God and man,"
"Do not fear that I will deceive you," said Sir Philip. "The
safest conveyance to me will be through the general post-office,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Alkahest by Honore de Balzac: and to a poor girl who was lame and ill-made, the sense of inspiring
love in a young and handsome man carries with it such strong seduction
that she finally consented to allow him to woo her.
It would need a volume to paint the love of a young girl humbly
submissive to the verdict of a world that calls her plain, while she
feels within herself the irresistible charm which comes of sensibility
and true feeling. It involves fierce jealousy of happiness, freaks of
cruel vengeance against some fancied rival who wins a glance,--
emotions, terrors, unknown to the majority of women, and which ought,
therefore, to be more than indicated. The doubt, the dramatic doubt of
love, is the keynote of this analysis, where certain souls will find
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: Aha! my good little dog! I thought you would stand to that game
when you found it.
What is it, though?
You must answer that yourself. You have seen it a hundred times
before.
Why, it is London Pride, that grows in the garden at home.
Of course it is: but the Irish call it St. Patrick's cabbage;
though it got here a long time before St. Patrick; and St. Patrick
must have been very short of garden-stuff if he ever ate it.
But how did it get here from London?
No, no. How did it get to London from hence? For from this
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