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Identifier: newenglandmagazi1891bost (find matches)
Title: The New England magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: Boston : (New England Magazine Co.)
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capable of other things. Triviality destroys at once robustness of thought and delicacy of feeling. No enthusiasm can flourish, no generous impulse survive under its blighting influence. So far as the legal aspect goes, it appears that the individual is already remarkably secure in what Judge Cooley calls the right to be let alone; the details of this careful article shoul dbe very reassuring to any who wish to be let alone and fear they cannot be. What is chiefly needed among us today is not legal security for the right to privacy, but social re-enforcement for it. A stronger wish for privacy is what is needed, a hatred of gossip and of personal trivialities in place of the morbid hunger for them that is so common, a conviction of sin in multitudes of very respectable people who do not know how vulgar and often how profane they are. This is the direction in which a crusade is chiefly needed. Meantime, we are surely grateful to our lawyers for telling us how good the laws, which might be better, are.
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THE OMNIBUS. The Whistle. A WHISTLE clear as a bluebirds call From the sunny street, And her heart springs up, to faint and fall In anguish sweet. O whistle, O tender whistle, be still. For thou dost not bring Her boy with hair like the daffodil And face like Spring. O whistle, O gay soft whistle, float on Along the street. Ah, dream, ah, ghost of a joy that is gone, O whistle so sweet! — Irene Putnam. lives? Why you're Professor Smith, rephed the policeman. I know that myself, you fool, responded the disgusted professor, what I want to know is, where he lives! At a recent art exhibition a porter was stationed at the door, who was as faithful as he was stupid. He had been given the customary orders, and was bound to enforce them. He had been on duty but a few moments when a gentleman approached the door, and presented a ticket for admittance. You can't go in till you leave your umbrella or cane outside, said the sentry. But I have no umbrella or cane, protested the visitor. Then you must go and

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