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Enquire within upon everything
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Robert Kemp Philp
178
In
re-citing
the
above
I
strongly
emphasized
the
misplaced
h's.
After
a
brief
pause,
Mrs.
Hitchings
exclaimed,
"Very
good;
very
clever."
I
then
determined
to
complete
my
task
by
repeating
the
following
enigma
upon
the
same
letter
written
by
Miss
Catherine
Fanshawe
and
often
erroneously
attributed
to
Byron:
'Twas
whispered
in
heaven,
'twas
muttered
in
hell,
And
echo
caught
faintly
the
sound
as
it
fell;
On
the
confines
of
earth
'twas
permitted
to
rest,
And
the
depths
of
the
ocean
its
presence
confessed.
'Twill
be
found
in
the
sphere
when
'tis
riven
asunder,
Be
seen
in
the
lightning,
and
heard
in
the
thunder.
'Twas
allotted
to
man
with
his
earliest
breath,
Attends
at
his
birth,
and
awaits
him
in
death;
It
presides
o'er
his
happiness,
honour,
and
health,
Is
the
prop
of
his
house,
and
the
end
of
his
wealth.
In
the
heaps
of
the
miser
'tis
hoarded
with
care,
But
is
sure
to
be
lost
on
his
prodigal
heir.
It
begins
every
hope,
every
wish
it
must
bound,
With
the
husbandman
toils,
with
the
monarch
is
crowned.
Without
it
the
soldier
and
seaman
may
roam,
But
woe
to
the
wretch
who
expels
it
from
home.
In
the
whispers
of
conscience
its
voice
will
be
found,
Nor
e'en
in
the
whirlwind
of
passion
be
drowned.
'Twill
not
soften
the
heart,
and
though
deaf
to
the
ear,
'Twill
make
it
acutely
and
instantly
hear.
But
in
shade
let
it
rest,
like
a
delicate
flower--
Oh,
breathe
on
it
softly--it
dies
in
an
hour.
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