Sabine Baring-Gould

“ When the mind can do this, it rapidly recovers fibre and elasticity, but if it goes on working, tossing, grasping, beating itself, then it takes a long time for renewal. The body may gain its losses, but the mind does not keep pace with it, and the result is a feeble flight like that of the bird with lopped wing.
Jael did not at all know how her father would receive her. She reproached herself for having run away. She had been angry with Mrs Bagg, but had not her father a right to bring the widow into the house? She, Jael, had not made him as comfortable as might be. ”

“ The mind also, when it has been disturbed by harrowing cares, should also lie down, stretch itself, thaw in the sun, close its spiritual eyes, think of nothing, ask no questions of the present, and especially of the future, roll up the past and put it out of sight, and exist. ”

“ The good lady who had supplied her with the tracts had thought also of bodily nourishment, and Jael found a packet of sandwiches in the pocket of the gown. ‘The sixpence will just do,’ she said. ‘To-day is market day at Colchester, the carrier’s van will be at the “Plough.” I can get into it, sit behind, draw my shawl over my face, and eat the sandwiches, and wait till the horse be put to. No one will interfere with me. ”

“ In ten minutes the grey horse was between the shafts, and Jeremiah Mustard appeared, wiping his mouth, and sprang on the shaft, and without looking into the depths of the van, said to the carrier, ‘Fincham! you’ve a good load.’
‘Middling, Mr Mustard. Not much in the way of passengers—I mean in quantity: quality is everything I could wish. ”

“ Can he do anything else? He can’t stick in the corner all the rest of his natural life with his face to the wall. Look here, Julia?’
He unfolded a great sheet of paper, coloured red.
‘There’s going to be a grand concert of African Serenaders to-night at the Town Hall in Colchester. Sixteen of them—black as coffins. If we hadn’t been married to-day, and weren’t expected back at Brightlingsea by my mother, I’d have gone and heard them sing.’
‘We are expected?’
‘Yes. I told my mother to make all ready for us. You shall come with me on the engine when I run the empty trucks. ”

“ A passenger to Wyvenhoe?’
‘Yes.’
‘We don’t start for twenty minutes. I’ve to pack in all my commissions. You’ll excuse me if I incommode you, miss. Let me see! There’s the camellia from Mr Cant, the nurseryman, for the vicar; and there’s the writing stand-up desk from the National Society De-pot for the schoolmaster; and the laundry stove, and the flat irons, and the elbow and chimney, and the painted iron wire, from Messrs Catchpool, for the Laundry Company, Limited; and there’s four pairs of stays to choose from for Mrs Pudney from Ager’s ”