{"id":178,"date":"2020-03-28T20:49:52","date_gmt":"2020-03-28T20:49:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/?page_id=178"},"modified":"2021-07-12T19:32:17","modified_gmt":"2021-07-12T19:32:17","slug":"610-household-words-conducted-by","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/household-words-2\/610-household-words-conducted-by\/","title":{"rendered":"Pg. 610"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
\"Household<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

610 HOUSEHOLD WORDS. [Conducted by<\/p>\n\n\n\n

civic chain, a token of honours to\nbe domes\u00adtically remembered through an illimitable future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is, as far as we know, all\nthat can be told, with veracity and honour, of the Life of a Salmon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHIPS.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE WORLD\u2019S FAIREST ROSE.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was once a mighty queen,\nin whose garden grew the choicest flowers of every season of the year, the\nfairest of every clime. But, she loved the roses most of all, and of them she\nhad the greatest variety, from the wild thorn with green, apple-scented leaves\nto the most beautiful rose of Provence. They grew up the palace walls, twined\naround the columns and over the windows, in along the passages and up to the\nceiling in every hall; and the roses mingled together in odour, form, and\ncolour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But, care and sorrow dwelt\nwithin; the queen lay on a bed of sickness, and the phy\u00adsicians announced that\nshe must die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe may yet be saved!\u201d said the\nwisest among them. \u201cBring to her the fairest rose of the world, that one which\nis the expression of the highest and purest love. Let it come before her eyes\nere they close, and she will not die.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And young and old came from all\naround, bringing roses\u2014the fairest that bloomed in every garden; but the rose\nwas not among them. From the bower of Love they might bring flowers; but what\nrose there, was the expression of the highest, the purest love?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the poets sang of the\nworld\u2019s fairest rose\u2014each one naming his own; and there went a message far over\nthe land, to every heart that beat in love\u2014a message to every rank and to every\nage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo one has yet named the\nflower,\u2019\u2019 said the sage. \u201cNo one has pointed out the place on which it grew up\nin all its glory. It is not the rose from Romeo and Juliet\u2019s tomb, nor from\nValborg\u2019s grave, though these roses will ever breathe fragrance through legend\nand song. It is not the rose which bloomed from Winkelried\u2019s bloody lances: from\nthe hallowed blood which wells out from \u201cthe breast of the hero dying for his\nfatherland; although no death is more sweet, and no rose redder than is the\nblood which then flows forth. Nor is it that wonderful flower for whose sake\nman gives up years and days and long sleepless nights, in the solitary closet,\naye, sacrifices his fresh life to cultivate\u2014the magic rose of science.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know where it blooms,\u201d said a\nhappy mother who came with her tender infant to the queen\u2019s bedside. \u201cI know\nwhere the world\u2019s fairest rose is found!\u2014the rose which is the expression of\nthe highest and the purest love. It blooms on the glowing cheeks of my sweet\nchild, when, refreshed with sleep, it opens its eyes and laughs toward me in\nthe fulness of its love.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFair is that rose,\u201d said the\nsage, \u201cbut there is one still more beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, far more beautiful!\u201d said\none of the women. \u201cI have seen it; a purer, holier rose blooms not on earth.\nBut it was pale, as the leaves of the tea-rose. On the cheeks of the queen I\nsaw it. She had laid her royal crown aside, and went herself with her sick\nchild, watching with it through the long sad night. She wept over it, kissed\nit, and prayed to God for it, as a mother prays in the hour of affliction.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHoly and wonderful in its power\nis sorrow\u2019s white rose, but still that is not the one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo! the world\u2019s fairest rose I\nsaw before the altar of the Lord,\u201d said the pious old bishop. \u201cI saw it shining\nas though the face of an angel appeared. The young maidens went up to the\nLord\u2019s table, to renew their baptismal covenant; and the roses glowed, and the\nroses paled upon their fresh cheeks. A young girl stood there; in the fulness\nof her soul\u2019s purity and love she looked up to her God. That was the expression\nof the purest and the highest love!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBlessed was she,\u201d said the sage;\n\u201cbut no one has yet named the world\u2019s fairest rose.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A child came into the room\u2014the\nQueen\u2019s little son. Tears stood in his eyes and on his cheeks. He carried a\nlarge open book, with velvet binding and large silver clasps. \u201cMother!\u201d said\nthe little one, \u201coh, just listen to what I have read here!\u201d And the child\nseated itself by the bed, and read from the Book of Him who gave himself up to\ndeath on the cross, that all men might be saved, even generations yet unborn.\n\u201cThere is no greater love than this!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A rosy gleam passed over the\nqueen\u2019s cheeks; her eyes became bright and clear; for she saw unfolding itself\nfrom the pages of the Book the \u201cWorld\u2019s Fairest Rose.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI see it!\u201d said she. \u201cHe will\nnever die who looks upon that Rose, the fairest flower of earth!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WALKING-STICKS.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whether it was a cripple or a dandy, an old gentleman or a young gentleman, who first invented walking-sticks, cannot now be de\u00adtermined. That the pilgrim of the Middle Ages used a staff we know well from song and story;\u2014a stout, strong, serviceable staff, shod with iron, which stood no nonsense; for it was intended not merely to support the pil\u00adgrim when weary, and to aid the ascent and descent of hills and mountains; but to quell the familiarities of rough wayfarers. There was a protuberance a short distance below the top, to afford a firm grasp; and the upper part formed a hollow tube, in which<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

610 HOUSEHOLD WORDS. [Conducted by civic chain, a token of honours to be domes\u00adtically remembered through an illimitable future. This is, as far as we know, all that can be told, with veracity and honour, of the Life of a Salmon. CHIPS. THE WORLD\u2019S FAIREST ROSE. There was once a mighty queen, in whose garden […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":664,"menu_order":13,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-178","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/178","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=178"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/178\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":736,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/178\/revisions\/736"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/664"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}