The Vanity of Human Wishes (1749) and Two Rambler papers (1750)

-colored Angel jabbed him

miserable Rinky Dink.

ply he was surrounded by an admiring chorus. The Ten

said the Te

y will!" said

th Lucius Cassius," s

is head; he

der, from his great knowledge of the nature of m

l," sa

keep that outfit we sold you. Ther

ought of something else, too, which

r two," he said gleefully. "I'll ma

a hitch and a kick, loping along, while his delicately-balanced imagination, now soaring

portals and Laloo standing in his door gazing down t

, whether in a former existence Dink had been parent to the fox, or whether the purely human instinct was quicker than the reason, before he knew what he had done he had bounded forward and bu

y with clenched fi

m come," he

ite Mountain Canary, having abandoned t

ic vengeance. He planted himself before the mirror and,

idn't have time to think," he sa

and the White Mountain Canary come militantly up the stone walk. A moment later their steps sounded on the stairs. He went hastily to the doo

e moment I looked at you,"

is action in locking the door, so contrary to

a heap. The look in the Coffee-colored Angel's eye had brought

was just what he was-only he had fled from him, inadvertently, in

opposite wall. "I must be a coward! If I

the unknown. And so his imagination-which later should be his strength-recoiled before that unknown as it had recoiled the moment he stepped from the stage to face his new judges; as it had recoiled in the hushed parlor before the closed

aid desperately. "I'll have it

l his resolves, impelled always by the psyc

regular ceremony of it, raising a hue and cry at the sight o

w now he was a coward and should never be anything else. He did not blame Butsey, who scarcely spoke to him. All he thought of was, by roundabout ways, t

horribly. Cut off from the Green, Dink returned post-haste up the village, when all at once the Coffee-colored Angel closed in on him. Only one way of escape was open to

s, knocked him head over heels, caught him by the throat and beat him against a wall, rolled him on the ground and

ight, he had received terrific blows and minded them not. He had thrashed the Coffee-colored Angel: he could thrash or take a thrashing from any one. He ha

of his chase and, raising a shout, triumphantly bore down upon him. With a rush he cleared the interve

translation, which Beekstein, the Secretary of the Department of Education, was reading

n," said Stuffy Brown. "T

Tough McCarty. "He's a

untain Canary," sa

" said

ha

dinged if it isn't the

he fleeing tormentor, caught him, and the t

jig-swiggered!"

eat my

e D

k of the Coffee-colored Angel

ee-colore

to p

sacr

d by a

hit

Angel, taking a tooth out of h

loose the battered White Mountain

Coffee-colored Angel, "Di

p to now?" s

off his coat, remove his collar and necktie, tighten

fee-colored Angel, moving swi

and the knowledge of his own tears, and

rd!" he sobbed. "Well, I'll show you whether I'm afraid of y

red off and struck Tough McCart