Titel: Hints and questions for the use of candidates, lower instruction English
Auteur: Hoog, W. de
Uitgave: Dordrecht: J.P. Revers, 1890 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 4878
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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not wait till it has become a mutldy river before you stoop to
catch its waves. Or is it that you like better its bitter flavour.
Must we believe those who tell us that a hand with the filth of a
shameful life is the only one a young girl cares to be caressed by?
We however want to think of women, not — as their own sex
would show them — as Lore-Leis luring us to destruction, but as
good angels beckoning us upward.
They have more power for good or evil than they dream of.' It
is just at the very age when a man's character is forming that he
tumbles into love, and then the lass he loves has the making or
marring of him. Unconsciously, he moulds himself to what she
would have him, good or bad. I am sorry to have to be ungallant
enough to say that I think they do not always use their influence
for the best. Too often the female world is bounded hard and fast
within the limits of the commonplace.
Their ideal hero is a prince of littleness, and so it comes that
many a powerful mind, enchanted by love, is „ lost to life and use,
and name and fame".
And yet, women, you could make us so much better, if you
only would. It rests with you to roll this world a little nearer
Heaven. Chivalry is not dead : it only sleeps for want of work
to do. It is you who must wake it to noble deeds. You must be
worthy of knightly worship. You must be higher than ourselves.
Oh, ladies fair, be fair in mind and soul as well as face, so that
brave knights may win glory in your service! Oli, Woman, throw
oft' your disguising cloaks of selfishnes, effrontery and affectation !
Stand forth once more a queen in your royal robe of simple
purity. A thousand swords, now rusting in ignoble sloth, shall
leap from their scabbards to do battle for your honour against
wrong. A thousand knights shall lay lance in rest, and Fear,
Avarice, Pleasure, and \rabition shall go down in the dust before
your colours.
Advancing more and more into the shadow of this nioin'nful
place, its dark depressing influence stole upon their spirits, and