A Garden of Peace: A Medley in QuietudeMoore, Frank Frankfort
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A Garden of Peace: A Medley in Quietude
Moore, Frank Frankfort
Gardens -- Fiction
Nothing remained in order to place the transformation in harmony with
its surroundings but to turn the two large brick tanks which had served
us well in receiving the water from the old roof, into ornamental
lily ponds, and this was accomplished by the aid of some of the stone
carvings which I had picked up from time to time, in view of being able
to give them a place of honour some day. On the whole, we are quite
satisfied with this additional feature. It creates another surprise for
the entertainment of a visitor, and when the peaches and plums ripen
simultaneously, following the strawberries, we shall have, if we are to
believe Friswell, many more friends coming to us.
“If they are truly friends, we shall be glad,” says Dorothy.
“By your fruits ye shall know them,” says he, for like most professors
of the creed of the incredulous, he is never so much at his ease as when
quoting Scripture.
This morning as I was playing (indifferently) the part of Preceptress
Pinkerton, trying to induce on Rosamund, Olive, Francie, Marjorie, and
our dear, wise John, a firm grasp of the elements of the nature of the
English People as shown by their response to the many crusades in which
they have taken part since the first was proclaimed by Peter the Hermit,
I came to that part of nay illuminating discourse which referred to the
Nation's stolidity even in their hour of supreme triumph.
“This,” said I, “may be regarded by the more emotional peoples of Europe
as showing a certain coldness of temperament, in itself suggesting a
want of imagination, or perhaps, a cynical indifference--'cynical,' mind
you, from _kyon_, a dog--to incidents that should quicken the beating of
every human heart. But I should advise you to think of this trait of
our great Nation as indicating a praiseworthy reserve of the deepest
feelings. I regard with respect those good people who to-day are going
about their business in the streets of our town just in the usual way,
although the most important news that has reached the town since the
news of the capture of Antioch in 1099, is expected this evening. And
you will find that they will appear just as unconcerned if they learn
that the terms of the Armistice have been accepted--they will stroll
about with their hands in their pockets--not a cheer.... Is that your
mother calling you, John?”
“No; I think it's somebody in the street?” said John.
“Oh, I forgot. It's Monday--market day. There's more excitement in
Yardley High Street if a cow turns into Waterport Lane than there
will be when Peace is proclaimed. But still, I repeat, that this
difference... What was that? two cows must have turned into--Why, what's
this--what's--sit down, all of you--I tell you it's only--”
“Hurrah--hurrah--hurrah--hurrah--hurrah!” comes from the five young
throats of five rosy-cheeked, unchecked children, responding to the five
hundred that roar through the streets.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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