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and a political one, that of a pretty one, by which country road
becomes traveled that takes to the city of the rich one. It dressed
by the flowers and the shadow and has by the songs of the birds,
that to forest path and green domains, is invited has imagination to
obtain gilded by seen and palaces, that polishes to the far in any
hand that delighted says has political youth:
"It has, I it allowed would avert us, is removed hereby, by the
street of comfortless to take you knowest where, but not FIRST. We
turn our back to the duty and we leaves ourselves to the joys and
the advantages, this every arboleda dress and the call to us of each
one shine hill. Are, to if that the case that has you gewelkt this
pretty path, that, if you more of southeast, hath a committee of the
Wegweisers, says that, follows 'the return here in everyone on, than
the palace of the political honor looks for.'"
A pretty path, my son," the old one says politician is ", without
or, his stepped to disperse, or the head to turn "and leadeth under
comfortable scenes. But that looks for is surrounds the palace of
the political honor with a powerful danger."
"Which is it that?" the political said youth.
Find the danger, it, the old replied one to politician to bang in. |
The Politicians
AN Old Politician and a Young Politician were travelling through a
beautiful country, by the dusty highway which leads to the City of
Prosperous Obscurity. Lured by the flowers and the shade and
charmed by the songs of birds which invited to woodland paths and
green fields, his imagination fired by glimpses of golden domes and
glittering palaces in the distance on either hand, the Young
Politician said:
"Let us, I beseech thee, turn aside from this comfortless road
leading, thou knowest whither, but not I. Let us turn our backs upon
duty and abandon ourselves to the delights and advantages which
beckon from every grove and call to us from every shining
hill. Let us, if so thou wilt, follow this beautiful path, which, as
thou seest, hath a guide-board saying, 'Turn in here all ye who seek
the Palace of Political Distinction.'"
"It is a beautiful path, my son," said the Old Politician, without
either slackening his pace or turning his head, "and it leadeth
among pleasant scenes. But the search for the Palace of Political
Distinction is beset with one mighty peril."
"What is that?" said the Young Politician.
"The peril of finding it," the Old Politician replied, pushing on.
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