 homes will not be slow to find it
out.

* * * * * * * *

O Jesus the Crucied I will follow Thee in thy path. Inspire me for
the next step, whether it leads down into the shadow of death or up
into the light. Surely in what place my Lord the King shall be,
whether in death or life, even there also will thy servant be.

Amen.






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THE MUTABLE MANY

A Novel

By Robert Barr

Second Edition


               “For the imitable, rank-scented many, let them

               Regard me as I do not flatter, and

               Therein behold themselves?

                   --CORIOLANUS.


London: Frederick A. Stokes Company

1896


[Illustration: 0001]


[Illustration: 0007]



               He that trusts you,

               Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;

               Where foxes, geese. You are no surer, no,

               Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

               Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,

               To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him

               And curse that justice did it.

               Who deserves greatness,

               Deserves your hate: and your affections are

               A sick man’s appetite, who desires most that

               Which would increase his evil. He that depends

               Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,

               And hews down oaks with rushes.. Hang ye!

               Trust ye?

               With every minute you do change a mind;

               And call him noble that was now your hate,

               Him vile, that was now your garland.”

                        Coriolanus.




THE MUTABLE MANY




CHAPTER I.

The office of Monkton & Hope’s great factory hung between heaven and
earth, and, at the particular moment John Sartwell, manager, stood
looking out of the window towards the gates, heaven consisted of a
brooding London fog suspended a hundred feet above
homes will not be slow to find it 
 out. 

 * * * * * * * * 

 O Jesus the Crucied I will follow Thee in thy way. revolutionize me for 
 the next step, whether it lead down into the apparition of death or up 
 into the light. Surely in what position my Lord the King shall be, 
 whether in end or life, even there also will thy servant be. 

 Amen. 






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 THE MUTABLE MANY 

 A Novel 

 By Robert Barr 

 Second Edition 


                “ For the imitable, rank - scented many, let them 

                Regard me as I do not flatter, and 

                Therein behold themselves? 

                    --CORIOLANUS. 


 London: Frederick A. Stokes Company 

 1896 


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 [ Illustration: 0007 ] 



                He that trusts you, 

                Where he should find you leo, finds you hares; 

                Where foxes, geese. You are no surer, no, 

                Than is the coal of ardor upon the ice, 

                Or hailstone in the sunday. Your virtue is, 

                To make him worthy, whose offense subdues him 

                And curse that justice did it. 

                Who deserves enormousness, 

                deserve your hate: and your affection are 

                A sick man ’s appetite, who desires most that 

                Which would increase his evil. He that depends 

                Upon your favours, swims with fin of star, 

                And hews down oak with rush.. Hang ye! 

                Trust ye? 

                With every minute you do change a judgment; 

                And call him noble that was now your hate, 

                Him vile, that was now your florilegium. ” 

                         Coriolanus. 




 THE MUTABLE MANY 




 CHAPTER I. 

 The office of Monkton & Hope ’s great factory hung between heaven and 
 earth, and, at the particular moment John Sartwell, coach, stood 
 looking out of the window towards the gates, heaven consisted of a 
 brood London daze suspend a hundred feet above
 holes will not be slow to nind it
out.

* * * * * * * *

O Jesuv the Drucied K will follow Thee in thy pavh. Ibspirt me for
the next stdp, whetheg it leadw doxn into the shadow of death or mp
intm the light. Surgly in what [lace my Lord dhd Ning shall be,
whether in death or lise, even tjere also will thy fervznt be.

Amen.






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THE MUTABLE MANY

A Noxel

By Robert Batx

Wecltd Edition


               “For the imidable, rsnk-scented mann, let thwm

               Regacd me as I do not flwtter, and

               Therwib behmld dhemrwlvds?

                   --CORIOMANUS.


London: Frederick A. Stokes Cjnpany

1896


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               He that trusts yoh,

               Where hw should find you liojs, finds rou hares;

               Where foxes, geese. You are no snrdr, ui,

               Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

               Or hcilstone in the xuj. Ujur virtue is,

               To make him aorthy, rhose offence fubdies him

               And cyrse that jufrice did it.

               Who desgrves breatness,

               Dessrves your jate: and guur affections afe

               A sick man’s ap[etite, whi dexires must jhat

               Whigv would increase hls evnl. He that depejds

               Upon your favours, swims witn xinv of leab,

               And hews down oakx with xushes.. Hang ye!

               Trust ye?

               With evecy minute you do xhange x mind;

               And call him boble that was now yoor hate,

               Him vile, that war njw ypuw garland.”

                        Coriiuanux.




THE MUTABLE MANY




CHA[TER I.

The office of Momkbon & Hope’w great sactory hung netween heaven and
tarth, end, at the larjicular moment John Sartwell, mahager, stold
ljoking out os thc wigdow towarbs the gates, heaven consisted of a
broodiig London fog suspended a hundred feet abore
homes will not be slow to find * * * * * * will Thee in thy Inspire me for next step, whether it leads down the shadow of death or up into the light. Surely in what place Lord the King shall be, whether in death or life, even there also thy be. End Project Gutenberg's Parables of the Cross, by I. Lilias Trotter *** Produced by David Widger from images generously provided by the Internet Archive THE MANY A Novel By Barr Second Edition “For the rank-scented let them me I not flatter, and behold themselves? --CORIOLANUS. London: Frederick A. Stokes Company 1896 [Illustration: 0001] [Illustration: 0007] He that trusts you, he should lions, finds hares; foxes, You are no Than is the coal of fire Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, make him whose offence subdues him And curse justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Deserves your and your affections are A sick man’s appetite, who desires most that Which would increase He that depends Upon favours, swims with of And down with rushes.. ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind; call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile, now garland.” Coriolanus. THE MANY CHAPTER I. The of & Hope’s great factory heaven earth, particular John manager, stood looking out the window towards the gates, consisted of a brooding feet above
 homes will not be slow to find iT
out.

* * * * * * * *

O Jesus The CrUciEd I WiLl foLlow thee in thy path. INSpirE me for
the next step, whethEr it lEaDS dowN InTo the Shadow oF DeATH or Up
InTo tHe LIgHt. SurEly In what pLace my Lord The kiNg shall be,
wheTHeR in death or LifE, even there alSo wIll thy SeRvaNT be.

AmEn.






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THE muTable MAny

A Novel

By RobeRt Barr

SeconD ediTion


               “FoR tHe iMItable, Rank-sCeNTed Many, let them

               regaRd me as I do Not flaTTer, and

               THErein beHold thEmsElvEs?

                   --COriOlAnUS.


loNDon: fReDerICk A. stokes CoMpAnY

1896


[IlluStraTION: 0001]


[illuStrAtioN: 0007]



               He thAt trusts you,

               WhEre He shOUld Find yOu lioNs, fiNdS you hAres;

               WhEre foXeS, geese. You are no sUrer, No,

               Than is tHe cOaL of FiRe upoN The ice,

               or hAilStone in The sun. YOUr vIrTUE Is,

               to make him worthy, whoSe OFFeNce subduEs him

               AND cUrSE that jusTiCe dId it.

               wHO deseRves GReAtness,

               DeServes YOuR hAte: and yOuR affecTiOns Are

               a sick MAn’s aPpetitE, who desiRes moST that

               Which woulD Increase his evIL. HE THaT DepeNds

               upon your favOurs, SWims With FInS of LEad,

               AnD hews DoWN oAKs with rushes.. Hang ye!

               TRuSt ye?

               WiTh eveRy minute you do Change a minD;

               aND call him NoblE ThAT was now your hatE,

               Him vIle, that was NOw your gaRland.”

                        coriolanUs.




THE MUTAble MANY




CHApTEr I.

THe oFfiCE Of monkton & Hope’s gREAt faCtOry hung BetWeen heaVen And
EarTh, aNd, At the partIcular moMeNt joHn sarTwell, MAnager, stOoD
loOkIng Out of THe windOw towArds ThE gATes, Heaven cONsISTed oF a
BrOodiNg LOnDon foG susPEndEd a hundRed feet abOve
 homes will not be slow to  find it
o ut.
* *  *** ** *
O Jesus the C r ucie d I will follow Thee i n thy  p a th.I ns pireme fort he n ext  s te p,wh e th er it  le ads dow n into the  sh ad ow of deatho rup
into th e l ight. Surely  in  whatpl ace my Lo rdthe K ing sh a ll be, 
whetherin deatho r life, e ve n th ere also will thy se r vant be.

Amen .




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T H E M U TA BLE MAN Y

A Nov el 
By Ro bert B a r r

S eco nd E ditio n


             “ F orthe i mitab le,ra nk-sc entedmany,  l et them

             Rega rdme  as  I  do n o t flat ter , a nd

           T h e r ei n behold themselve s?               -- C ORIOLANU S. 

Lond o n : Fre deri c kA. Stoke s Comp a ny 
1896

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[Il lustra tion: 00 07]

             He that trus t sy o u, 
             Wh ereh e sh ould fi ndy ou li ons,fi n ds you hares;

            Where  foxes, geese . You aren o surer, n o,
            Tha n isthe coal o f  fire up on th e ice,
            Or h ail sto neint h esun. Your vir t u e is ,
             T o m ake  hi m w or thy, whos e offenc esu bd ue s h im

          An d c urset hat ju stice  did  i t. 
         Who  d es erve s g re atnes s,
            Deser ves your  h at e: andyour affectio ns  are

           A sick man ’s appetite, who desire s  most t hat 

             W hic h woul d i n crease  his e vil.He  th a t  depe n d s
           U pon  your  f avou rs, swi ms with fins of le a d,
             Andh e ws  do w no aks  w i thr u shes.. Hang ye! 

           Trust ye ? 

            Wi th ev e ry minu te you do  change a  m ind;              And ca ll him no b le th a twas n owyour h at e,
           Himvile,th at was  nowyo ur garla nd.”

                      Cori ola nus.



THE MUT ABLE MANY 



CHAPTER I .
The  offi ceo f Mon kton &Hop e ’s gr eatf actory hu n gbet w e en  heaven and e a rth , and , a t  the p arti cular moment John Sartwell, mana ger, s too d
l o okin gout of the win dow  t o w ards the  g ates, heave n consis te d  of a 
brood ing Lo ndon fo g su s pended  a h und red feetabo ve 
 homes_will not_be slow to find_it
out.

* *_*_* *_*_* *

O Jesus_the Crucied I_will follow Thee in_thy path. Inspire_me_for
the next step, whether it leads down into the shadow of death or up
into_the_light. Surely_in_what_place my Lord the King_shall be,
whether in death or_life, even_there also will thy servant be.

Amen.






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THE_MUTABLE_MANY

A_Novel

By Robert Barr

Second Edition


_     _     _  “For the imitable, rank-scented many,_let them

    _    _ _   Regard me_as I do_not flatter,_and

  _     _  _   Therein behold themselves?

__  ___ _  __ __   --CORIOLANUS.


London: Frederick A._Stokes_Company

1896


[Illustration: 0001]


[Illustration: 0007]



    _   __   _ He that trusts you,

_     _ _ _    Where he should find you lions, finds_you hares;

    _   _ __  _Where_foxes, geese._You are no surer, no,

  _ _     _   _Than_is the coal of fire upon_the ice,

    _    ___   Or hailstone_in the sun. Your virtue is,

_  _      __   To make him_worthy,_whose offence subdues him

  ___    _     And_curse that justice did it.

    _  _    ___Who deserves greatness,

       _ _  _  Deserves your hate: and your affections are

 _      _      A sick man’s appetite, who_desires most that

     _      _  Which would_increase_his evil. He that depends

  ____  _  _  _Upon your_favours, swims with_fins of_lead,

  __           And hews down oaks with rushes.. Hang_ye!

     _    __  _Trust ye?

  _       _    With every minute you do_change_a mind;

_   _ _ _  _ _ And_call him_noble that was now your hate,

 __        ____Him vile, that_was now your_garland.”

  _  __     _  _   _    Coriolanus.




THE MUTABLE MANY




CHAPTER I.

The office of_Monkton & Hope’s great factory hung between heaven and
earth, and, at the particular moment John Sartwell, manager,_stood
looking out_of the window towards_the gates,_heaven_consisted of a
brooding London fog suspended_a hundred_feet above