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SHIP, THE, J. C. SQUIRE
SPRING MORNING, WILLIAM BROWNE
The GLORIES OF OUR BLOOD AND STATE, JAMES SHIR-
TO THE CuckoO, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 135
VERSES WRITTEN IN THE TOWER THE NIGHT BEFORE HE
WAS BEHEADED, CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE
Nothing in the world gives people so much real pleasure as making things. And have you ever tried to think exactly what making a thing means? It does n't mean making something out of nothing in a magical way, but it means taking a thing, or a number of things that are already in existence, and so arranging them, that in addition to the things that have been used, an entirely new thing comes into being.
For instance, a man may take thousands of bricks, each of which is a separate thing that has already been made, and out of them make an entirely new thing, a house. And in building a house the man is happy for two reasons because he is making a useful thing, a place where he or some one else can live, and also because he is able to take a lot of bricks that have been lying in heaps, that do not seem to mean anything, and arrange them so that they become a house, which means a great deal. And there is nothing which gives us so much satisfaction as this ability to make disorder into order and give a useful meaning to things that until we have arranged them just as the man arranges his bricks into a house seemed to have no or meaning at all.
Now it is a curious thing that by using our minds