[The schoolmistress came down with a rose in her hair,—a fresh June rose.
She has been walking early; she has brought back two others,—one on each
cheek.
I told her so, in some such pretty phrase as I could muster for the
occasion. Those two blush-roses I just spoke of turned into a couple of
damasks. I suppose all this went through my mind, for this was what I
went on to say:—]
I love the damask rose best of all. The flowers our mothers and sisters
used to love and cherish, those which grow beneath our eaves and by our
doorstep, are the ones we always love best. If the Houyhnhnms should
ever catch me, and, finding me particularly vicious and unmanageable,
send a man-tamer to Rareyfy me, I’ll tell you what drugs he would have to
take and how he would have to use them. Imagine yourself reading a
number of the Houyhnhnm Gazette, giving an account of such an experiment.
“MAN-TAMING EXTRAORDINARY.
“THE soft-hoofed semi-quadruped recently captured was subjected to
the art of our distinguished man-tamer in presence of a numerous
assembly. The animal was led in by two stout ponies, closely
confined by straps to prevent his sudden and dangerous tricks of
shoulder-hitting and foot-striking. His countenance expressed the
utmost degree of ferocity and cunning.
“The operator took a handful of _budding lilac-leaves_, and crushing
them slightly between his hoofs, so as to bring out their peculiar
fragrance, fastened them to the end of a long pole and held them
towards the creature. Its expression changed in an instant,—it drew
in their fragrance eagerly, and attempted to seize them with its soft
split hoofs. Having thus quieted his suspicious subject, the
operator proceeded to tie a _blue hyacinth_ to the end of the pole
and held it out towards the wild animal. The effect was magical.
Its eyes filled as if with raindrops, and its lips trembled as it
pressed them to the flower. After this it was perfectly quiet, and
brought a measure of corn to the man-tamer, without showing the least
disposition to strike with the feet or hit from the shoulder.”
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