|The first excerpt represents the element of Air. It speaks of mental influences and the process of thought, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott:
that one of the attendants on the company whispered into her ear
that a gentleman wished to speak with her in private.
"'In private? and in an assembly room?--he must be mad. Tell
him to call upon me to-morrow morning.'
"'I said so, my lady,' answered the man, 'but he desired me to
give you this paper.'
"She undid the billet, which was curiously folded and sealed. It
only bore the words, 'ON BUSINESS OF LIFE AND DEATH,' written in
a hand which she had never seen before. Suddenly it occurred to
her that it might concern the safety of some of her political
friends. She therefore followed the messenger to a small
|The second excerpt represents the element of Fire. It speaks of emotional influences and base passions, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
and caught his right paw. Hiram bawled something that made me all the more
heedless, and in tightening the noose I ran in too close. The bear gave me
a slashing cuff on the side of the head, and I went down like a tenpin.
"Git a hitch thar--to the saplin'!" roared Hiram, as I staggered to my
feet. "Rustle now--hurry!"
What with my ringing head, and fingers all thumbs, and Hiram roaring at me,
I made a mess of tying the knot. Then Hiram let go his rope, and when the
cub dropped to the ground the rope flew up over the branch. Cubby leaped so
quickly that he jerked the rope away before Hiram could pick it up, and one
hard pull loosened my hitch on the sapling.
The cub bounded through the glade, dragging me with him. For a few long
The Young Forester
|The third excerpt represents the element of Water. It speaks of pure spiritual influences and feelings of love, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis:
Nay, as I write, what gray old ghosts
Murmur and mock me from the gloom. . . .
They call . . . across strange seas they call,
Strange seas, and haunted coasts of time. . . .
They startle me with wordless songs
To which the Sphinx hath known the rhyme.
Our hearts swell big with dead men's hates,
Our eyes sting hot with dead men's tears;
We are ourselves, but not ourselves,
Born heirs, but serfs, to all the years!
I rode with Nimrod . . . strove at Troy . . .
|The fourth excerpt represents the element of Earth. It speaks of physical influences and the impact of the unseen on the visible world, and is drawn from An Open Letter on Translating by Dr. Martin Luther:
commandments [Ex.20]; but there is no commandment here and,
therefore, no anger to be feared. Since, then, there is on this
side security and on the other side great risk and offense against
the Word of God, why should we go from security into danger where
we do not have the Word of God to sustain, comfort and save us in
the times of trial? For it is written, "Whoever loves danger will
perish by it" [Ecclus. 3], and God's commandment says, "You shall
not put the Lord your God to the test" [Matt. 4].
"But," they say, "this way you condemn all of Christendom which
has always maintained this - until now." I answer: I know very
well that the priests and monks seek this cloak for their