In tabernacle thine, O Lord, who shall remaine? Lord, of thy holy hill, who shall the rest obtaine? Ev'n he that leades a life of uncorrupted traine Whose deedes of righteous hart, whose harty wordes be plain: Who with deceitfull tongue hath never us'd to faine; Nor neighboure hurtes by deede, nor doth with slander stain: Whose eyes a person vile doth hold in vile disdaine, But doth, with honour greate, the godly entertaine: Who othe and promise given doth faithfully maintain, Although some worldly losse thereby he may sustain; From bityng usury who ever doth refraine: Who sells not guiltlesse cause for filthy love of gain, Who thus proceedes for ay, in sacred mount shall raign. You may not like this old English at first; but if you can find anybody to read it to you who has an ear, its cadence is massy and grand, more than that of most verse I know, and never a word is lost. Whether you like it or not, the sense of it is true, and the way to the sacred mount, (of which mounts, whether of Pity, or of Roses, are but shadows,) told you for once, straightforwardly,--on which road I wish you God-speed. Ever faithfully yours, JOHN RUSKIN. FORS CLAVIGERA. LETTER XXIV. Corpus Christi Coll., November 7th, 1872. My Friends, I shall not call you so any more, after this Christmas; first, because things have chanced to me, of late, which have made me too sulky to be friends with anybody; secondly, because in the two years during which I have been writing these letters, not one of you has sent me a friendly word of answer; lastly, because, even if you were my friends, it would be waste print to call you so, once a month. Nor shall I sign myself "faithfully yours" any more; being very far from faithfully my own, and having found most other people anything but faithfully mine. Nor shall I sign my name, for I never like the look of it; being, I apprehend, only short for "Rough Skin," in the sense of "Pig-skin"; (and indeed, the planet under which I was born, Saturn, has supreme power over pigs,)--nor can I find historical mention of any other form of the name, except one I made no reference to when it occurred, as that of the leading devil of four,--Red-skin, Blue-skin--and I forget the skins of the other two--who performed in a religious play, of the fourteenth century, which was nearly as comic as the religious earnest of our own century. So that the letters will begin henceforward without address; and close without signature. You will probably know whom they come from, and I don't in the least care whom they go to.