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of Gold/ on to the * Agatha/ and at last 

 returns to the ' Solitaire/ where he re- 

 mains, is tired out, sits down, and for- 

 gets his dinner; he looks at the tulip 

 and admires its shade, shape, colour, 

 sheen and edges, its beautiful form and 

 calyc ; but God and nature are not in 

 his thoughts, for they do not go beyond 

 the bulb of his tulip, which he would 

 not sell for a thousand crowns, though 

 he will give it to you for nothing when 

 tulips are no longer in fashion and car- 

 nations are all the rage. This rational 

 being, who has a soul and professes 

 some religion, comes home tired and 

 half starved, but very pleased with his 

 day's work: he has seen some tulips. 

 " Talk to another of the healthy look 



