'How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another’s will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his only skill!
This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall; Lord of himself though not of lands; And having nothing yet hath all. ' —SIR HENRY WOTTON.
Dorothea’s confidence in Caleb Garth’s knowledge, which had begun on her hearing that he approved of her cottages, had grown fast during her stay at Freshitt, Sir James having induced her to take rides over the two estates in company with himself and Caleb, who quite returned her admiration, and told his wife that Mrs.
Casaubon had a head for business most uncommon in a woman. It must be remembered that by 'business' Caleb never meant money transactions, but the skilful application of labor. 'Most uncommon! ' repeated Caleb. 'She said a thing I often used to think myself when I was a lad:—‘Mr.
Garth, I should like to feel, if I lived to be old, that I had improved a great piece of land and built a great many good cottages, because the work is of a healthy kind while it is being done, and after it is done, men are the better for it.
’ Those were the very words: she sees into things in that way. ' 'But womanly, I hope,' said Mrs. Garth, half suspecting that Mrs. Casaubon might not hold the true principle of subordination. 'Oh, you can’t think! ' said Caleb, shaking his head. 'You would like to hear her speak, Susan.
She speaks in such plain words, and a voice like music. Bless me! it reminds me of bits in the ‘Messiah’—‘and straightway there appeared a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying;’