it be not perceived, for one then

"--- Becomes aware of his life's flow
And bears its winding murmur, and be sees
The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze;
And there arrives a lull in the hot race,
Wherein he doth for ever chase
That flying and elusive shadow, rest."

One good effect of my sufferings with a house full of unruly
volunteers, was that during the brief stay (only two months), of my
next cook, I set to work assiduously to learn as many kitchen
mysteries as she could teach me, and so became independent of
Captain George or F---, or any other amateur, good, bad, or
indifferent.

Nothing could be more extraordinary than the way in which the two
affectionate sisters, mentioned [earlier] and who succeeded Euphemia
and Lois, quarrelled. They were very unlike each other in
appearance, and one fruitful source of bickering arose from their
respective styles of beauty. Not only did they wrangle and rave at
each other all the day long, during every moment of their spare
time, but after they had gone to bed, we could hear them quite
plainly calling out to each other from their different rooms. If I
begged them to be quiet, there might be silence for a moment, but it
would shortly be broken by Maria, calling out, "I say, Dinah, don't
you go for to wear green, my girl. I only tell you friendly, but
you're a deal too yellow for that. It suits _me_, 'cause I'm so
fresh and rosy, but you never _will_ have my 'plexion, not if you
live to be eighty. Good night. I thought I'd just mention it while