Endowed With A Warm Cloak To 'Fend Her From The Cold. "For, Come What Will," She Said, "I Had To-Day. There Is An Island." The Moral. What Is The Moral? Let Us Think Awhile, Taking The Editorial We To Help, It Sounds Respectable. The Moral; Yes. We Always Read, When Any Fable Ends, "Hence We May Learn." A Moral Must Be Found. What Do You Think Of This? "Hence We May Learn That Dolphins Swim About The Coast Of Wales, And Admiralty Maps Should Now Be Drawn By Teacher-Girls, Because Their Sight Is Keen, And They Can Spy Out Islands." Will That Do? No, That Is Far Too Plain, - Too Evident. Perhaps A General Moralizing Vein - (We Know We Have A Happy Knack That Way. We Have Observed, Moreover, That Young Men Are Fond Of Good Advice, And So Are Girls; Especially Of That Meandering Kind, Which Winding On So Sweetly, Treats Of All They Ought To Be And Do And Think And Wear, As One May Say, From Creeds To Comforters. Indeed, We Much Prefer That Sort Ourselves, So Soothing). Good, A Moralizing Vein; That Is The Thing; But How To Manage It? "Hence We May Learn," If We Be So Inclined, That Life Goes Best With Those Who Take It Best; That Wit Can Spin From Work A Golden Robe To Queen It In; That Who Can Paint At Will A Private Picture Gallery, Should Not Cry For Shillings That Will Let Him In To Look At Some By Others Painted. Furthermore, Hence We May Learn, You Poets, - (And We Count For Poets All Who Ever Felt That Such They Were, And All Who Secretly Have Known That Such They Could Be; Ay, Moreover, All Who Wind The Robes Of Ideality About The Bareness Of Their Lives, And Hang Comforting Curtains, Knit Of Fancy'S Yarn, Nightly Betwixt Them And The Frosty World), - Hence We May Learn, You Poets, That Of All We Should Be Most Content. The Earth Is Given To Us: We Reign By Virtue Of A Sense Which Lets Us Hear The Rhythm Of That Old Verse, The Ring Of That Old Tune Whereto She Spins. Humanity Is Given To Us: We Reign By Virtue Of A Sense, Which Lets Us In To Know Its Troubles Ere They Have Been Told, And Take Them Home And Lull Them Into Rest With Mournfullest Music. Time Is Given To Us, - Time Past, Time Future. Who, Good Sooth, Beside Have Seen It Well, Have Walked This Empty World When She Went Steaming, And From Pulpy Hills Have Marked The Spurting Of Their Flamy Crowns? Have We Not Seen The Tabernacle Pitched, And Peered Between The Linen Curtains, Blue, Purple, And Scarlet, At The Dimness There, And, Frighted, Have Not Dared To Look Again? But, Quaint Antiquity! Beheld, We Thought, A Chest That Might Have Held The Manna Pot And Aaron'S Rod That Budded. Ay, We Leaned Over The Edge Of Britain, While The Fleet Of Caesar Loomed And Neared; Then, Afterwards, We Saw Fair Venice Looking At Herself In The Glass Below Her, While Her Doge Went Forth In All His Bravery To The Wedding. This, However, Counts For Nothing To The Grace We Wot Of In Time Future: - Therefore Add, And Afterwards Have Done: "Hence We May Learn," That Though It Be A Grand And Comely Thing To Be Unhappy, - (And We Think It Is, Because So Many Grand And Clever Folk Have Found Out Reasons For Unhappiness, And Talked About Uncomfortable Things, - Low Motives, Bores, And Shams, And Hollowness, The Hollowness O' The World, Till We At Last Have Scarcely Dared To Jump Or Stamp, For Fear, Being So Hollow, It Should Break Some Day, And Let Us In), - Yet, Since We Are Not Grand, O, Not At All, And As For Cleverness, That May Be Or May Not Be, - It Is Well For Us To Be As Happy As We Can! Agreed: And With A Word To The Noble Sex, As Thus: We Pray You Carry Not Your Guns On The Full-Cock; We Pray You Set Your Pride In Its Proper Place, And Never Be Ashamed Of Any Honest Calling, - Let Us Add, And End; For All The Rest, Hold Up Your Heads And Mind Your English.