file which includes the original illustration4 ,see #cddih-;h4htm or #cddih-;h4zip3 7https3_/_/www4gutenberg4org_/cache_/epu b_/#cddih_/pg#cddih-;images4html7 or 7https3_/_/www4gutenberg4org_/files_/#cd dih_/cddih-;h4zip7 ,illustration3 ,,henry ,,ward ,,beecher ,,evolution ,,of ,,expression by ,,charles ,,wesley ,,emerson ,founder of ,emerson ,college of ,oratory ,a ,compilation of ,selections ,illustrating the ,four ,stages of ,development in ,art ,as ,applied to ,oratory ,in ,four ,volumes1 with ,key to each ,chapter ,,twenty-,,eighth ,,edition ,,volume ,,ii--,,revised ,illustration3 ,expression ,necessary to ,evolution4 ,boston3 ,emerson ,college of ,oratory ,publishing ,department ,chickering ,hall1 ,huntington ,avenue #aiae ,copyrighted by ,c4 ,w4 ,emerson #aije ,the ,barta ,press ,boston ,,contents ,,page4 ,,slide #g ,,vital ,,slide #h ,,slide ,,in ,,volume #i ,,forming ,,pictures #aj ,chapter ,i4 ,,tact ,,and ,,talent ,london ,atlas #ac ,,shylock ,,to ,,antonio ,william ,shakespeare #ae ,,the ,,cynic ,h4 ,w4 ,beecher #af ,,good ,,by1 ,,proud ,,world ,r4 ,w4 ,emerson #ah ,,the ,,destruction ,,of ,,sennacherib ,lord ,byron #ai ,,unwritten ,,music ,n4 ,p4 ,willis #bj ,,laus ,,mortis ,frederic ,lawrence ,knowles #bc ,,taxation ,,of ,,the ,,colonies ,edmund ,burke #bd ,,my ,,heart ,,leaps ,,up ,william ,wordsworth #bi ,,forest ,,scene ,,from ,,as ,,you ,,like ,,it ,william ,shakespeare #cj ,chapter ,,ii4 ,,the ,,rising ,,in #aggf ,t4 ,b4 ,read #ce ,,the ,,tent-,,scene ,,between ,,brutus ,,and ,,cassius ,william ,shakespeare #ci ,,the ,,forging ,,of ,,the ,,anchor ,s4 ,ferguson #dc ,,supposed ,,speech ,,of ,,john ,,adams ,daniel ,webster #dh ,,life ,,and ,,song ,sidney ,lanier #ec ,,gathering ,,song ,,of ,,donald ,,the ,,black ,sir ,walter ,scott #ed ,,nutting ,william ,wordsworth #ee ,,the ,,dodson ,,family ,george ,eliot #eh ,,after ,,the ,,march ,,kain ,william ,wordsworth #ff ,chapter ,,iii4 ,,first ,,battles ,,of ,,the ,,revolution ,edward ,everett #fg ,,the ,,antiquity ,,of ,,freedom ,w4 ,c4 ,byrant #gj ,,national ,,bankruptcy ,mirabeau #gc ,,the ,,lantern ,,bearers ,robert ,louis ,stevenson #gd ,,tarpeia ,louise ,imogen ,guiney #gh ,,the ,,bells ,e4 ,a4 ,poe #hb ,,the ,,temperance ,,question ,wendell ,phillips #hf ,,sheridan',s ,,ride ,t4 ,b4 ,read #hi ,,to ,a ,,pupil ,walt ,whitman #ib ,chapter ,,iv4 ,,the ,,pickwickians ,,on ,,ice ,charles ,dickens #ic ,,the ,,realm ,,of ,,fancy ,j4 ,keats #ajc ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,naseby ,lord ,macaulay #ajf ,,the ,,glories ,,of ,,morning ,edward ,everett #aji ,,the ,,chambered ,,nautilus ,o4 ,w4 ,holmes #aaa ,,autumn ,h4 ,w4 ,beecher #aab ,,midsummer ,j4 ,t4 ,trowbridge #aaf ,,the ,,kitten ,,and ,,falling ,,leaves ,william ,wordsworth #aah ,,summer ,,storm ,james ,russell ,lowell #aba ,,jaques' ,,seven ,,ages ,,of ,,man ,william ,shakespeare #abe ,,the ,,parts4 ,,the ,,attractive ,,or ,,melodramatic ,,period4 ,love took up the harp of life and smote on all the chords with might1 ,smote the chord of ,self1 that1 trembling1 passed in music out of sight4 ,,tennyson4 ,the power to detach1 and to magnify by detaching1 is the essence of rhetoric in the hands of the orator and the poet4 ,this rhetoric1 or power to fix the momentary eminence of an object1 so remarkable in ,burke1 in ,byron1 in ,carlyle--depends upon the depth of the artist's insight of that object he contemplates4 ,,emerson4 ,for use of selections in this volume especial thanks are tendered ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,frederic ,lawrence ,knowles1 ,horace ,traubel1 ,secretary ,walt ,whitman ,fellowship1 and ,j4 ,t4 ,trowbridge4 ,,chapter ,i4 ,,slide4 ,thus far in the student's development1 his mind has dealt chiefly with each subject as a ,whole4 ,now he begins to find a new interest in showing his hearers that the discourse is made up of a series of definite ,parts4 ,he takes delight in fixing their attention upon each part in succession4 ,as in crossing a brook on stones1 a person poises for a moment1 first on one stone1 then on another1 so the speaker balances the minds of his hearers1 first on one thought1 then another1 poising for a moment on each distinct point before leaving it for the next4 ,the teacher should now lead the pupil to attract attention to separate parts as wholes4 ,we are entering the melodramatic stage1 where abandon to each part is as necessary as it was in the beginning to the spirit of the whole4 ,the pupil must see the parts and give them to others at any cost4 ,in the history of art this step is marked by the grotesque2 the pupil should be encouraged to stand out the points of thought boldly1 regardless of artistic effect4 ,this step is of vital importance in all future development1 and unless emphasized now1 will require constant effort hereafter4 ,sharp contrasts are brought strongly to bear in presenting vividly and distinctly separate points of thought4 ,as the pupil earnestly strives to impress each point of thought1 in all its new interest1 his voice becomes more decidedly modulated1 rising and falling in distinct intervals4 ,thought of each part as a whole and by contrast1 together with the desire to impart it1 is reported in varied inflections which add a new charm to expression4 ,through slides the voice of the speaker may be said to express the tune of the thought4 ,analysis4 ,example3 ,tact and ,talent4 7,page #ac47 ,unit1 or ,whole3 ,a comparison of ,tact and ,talent4 ,parts3 7a7 ,the characteristics of ,tact4 ,sub-parts3 #a4 ,tact is infinitely resourceful4 ,paragraph #a1 etc4 #b4 ,tact is the power which achieves results4 ,paragraph #b1 etc4 7,other sub-parts may be enumerated47 7b7 ,the characteristics of ,talent4 7,a number of sub-parts are embodied47 ,the teacher should view the work of the pupil with special reference to the parts of this selection1 leading him to impress these parts1 or successive points of thought1 upon his audience4 ,the continued antithesis makes this selection a good one for the purpose2 parts that are set in contrast easily engage the attention4 ,,chapter ,,ii4 ,,vital ,,slide4 ,as the mind of the pupil separates each thought from the other main thoughts of the discourse1 and holds it before the minds of his hearers1 he finds it more and more attractive4 ,his endeavor to interest others deepens his own interest1 and the slides in his voice report this increased concentration1 in increased vitality4 ,the pupil seeing the spirit and life of the whole in each vital part1 or part vital to the life of the unit1 desires to make each part live as a whole in the minds of the listeners4 ,he no longer touches it with uncertain stroke2 the slide has become a ,vital ,slide4 ,analysis4 ,example3 ,the ,rising of #aggf4 7,page #ce47 ,unit1 or ,whole3 ,a pastor of early ,revolutionary times who makes his ,sunday sermon an appeal for freedom4 ,parts3 7a7 ,the spirit of the times4 ,stanza #a4 7b7 ,the church and the people4 ,stanzas #b and #c4 7c7 ,the pastor and his appeal4 ,stanzas #d1 #e1 #f and part of #i4 7d7 ,the effect of the appeal4 ,stanzas #g1 #h and #i4 ,let the student's earnest endeavor be to interest his audience in these essential parts4 ,the words which especially reveal these vital parts of the selection will be given with no uncertain stroke4 ,if the interest of both speaker and listener is fully aroused1 the slide has become a vital one4 ,remember always that the desired effect in the voice results from the mental concept2 it is not developed mechanically1 but grows out of thought4 ,,chapter ,,iii4 ,,slide ,,in ,,volume4 ,as the mind of the student continues to dwell upon the parts of the subject as separate and distinct wholes1 there is gradually developed within him an appreciation of the value of each part4 ,out of the effort to make each thought live in the minds of the hearers is born the desire to reveal the value of that thought4 ,this desire is reported in the voice through ,slide in ,volume4 ,the significance of the term ,volume has been explained in an earlier chapter4 ,the valuable parts that the speaker presents are expressed through inflections that suggest breadth and freedom4 ,each part is felt to have a value of its own1 intellectual1 moral1 esthetic1 or spiritual4 ,freedom of will is expressed in the voice by slide in volume1 for the speaker1 convinced of the truth of his thought1 is learning obedience to it1 and obedience is always the way to freedom4 ,it must be remembered that the intellect determines the value of the parts4 ,it is true that the discernment is sharpened by the sensibility2 but the feelings1 unguided by the thought1 may be misleading4 ,feeling is dangerous unless controlled by thought4 ,all sentiment must be directed to the audience thought foremost--the thought itself must induce the feeling4 ,analysis4 ,example3 ,the ,bells4 7,page #hb47 ,unit of thought3 ,varied bells1 expressing varied emotion4 ,parts3 7a7 ,the tinkling bells of ,merriment4 ,stanza #a4 7b7 ,the mellow bells of ,love4 ,stanza #b4 7c7 ,the clanging bells of ,terror4 ,stanza #c4 7d7 ,the tolling bells of ,menace4 ,stanza #d4 ,this poem is well adapted to develop power in emphasizing parts3 the several parts are very distinctly differentiated1 as the student must reveal through the rendering4 ,he should strive to reveal them as graphically as the author has set them forth4 ,moreover1 he should endeavor to make their value felt4 ,in doing this1 he will perceive the varying scale of values2 some of the bells reflect great value1 others less4 ,,chapter ,,iv4 ,,forming ,,pictures4 ,the student's persistent endeavor to impress the successive parts of his theme upon the minds in his presence will eventually lead him to see those parts in picturesque groupings4 ,as he flashes these pictures upon the mental vision of the audience1 they become clearer to his own vision4 ,his own power of imagery is in proportion to his ability to impart this power to others4 ,herein lies one of the most helpful means of cultivating the imagination1--the eye of the intellect1--the basis of all sympathy4 ,every effort to tell a story clearly so as to impress its details upon the minds of others1 every attempt to picture a landscape1 a meadow1 a river1 a sunset vividly to others1 quickens and strengthens the pupil's own imaging power4 ,his attempt to make his listeners put themselves in the place of another1 see through the eyes and from the point of view of a ,wordsworth or ,shakespeare1 quickens his own imagination1 broadens his sympathies1 and develops his intellect as nothing else can4 ,the man of imagination has lived all lives1 has enjoyed all heavens1 and felt the pang of every hell4 ,the student must continue to watch for the effect of his words in other minds4 ,he cannot afford to be introspective while speaking1 for the mind cannot be in the creative and in the critical state at the same time4 ,the pictures1 then1 must be formed in the minds of the hearers2 they are the only canvas upon which he can hope to paint his picturesque parts4 ,they are the mirror in which the pictures of his thought must be reflected1 as the stars are mirrored in the waters of the lake4 ,analysis4 ,example3 ,the ,chambered ,nautilus4 7,page #aaa47 ,unit1 or ,whole3 ,the lesson of the ,chambered ,nautilus4 ,parts3 7a7 ,the ,nautilus4 ,stanzas #a1 #b4 7b7 ,its method of growth4 ,stanza #c4 7c7 ,its message to the soul4 ,stanzas #d1 #e4 ,lead the pupil to present a clear picture of the ship of pearl1 of its own original environment and course of evolution1 and of the beautiful figure which embodies the lesson4 ,,chapter ,i4 ,,slide4 ,,tact ,,and ,,talent4 #a4 ,talent is something1 but tact is everything4 ,talent is serious1 sober1 grave1 and respectable2 tact is all that1 and more too4 ,it is not a sixth sense1 but it is the life of all the five4 ,it is the open eye1 the quick ear1 the judging taste1 the keen smell1 and the lively touch2 it is the interpreter of all riddles1 the surmounter of all difficulties1 the remover of all obstacles4 ,it is useful in all places1 and at all times2 it is useful in solitude1 for it shows a man his way into the world2 it is useful in society1 for it shows him his way through the world4 #b4 ,talent is power1 tact is skill2 talent is weight1 tact is momentum2 talent knows what to do1 tact knows how to do it2 talent makes a man respectable1 tact will make him respected2 talent is wealth1 tact is ready money4 #c4 ,for all the practical purposes of life1 tact carries it against talent1 ten to one4 ,take them to the theatre1 and put them against each other on the stage1 and talent shall produce you a tragedy that will scarcely live long enough to be condemned1 while tact keeps the house in a roar1 night after night1 with its successful farces4 ,there is no want of dramatic talent1 there is no want of dramatic tact2 but they are seldom together3 so we have successful pieces which are not respectable1 and respectable pieces which are not successful4 #d4 ,take them to the bar1 and let them shake their learned curls at each other in legal rivalry4 ,talent sees its way clearly1 but tact is first at its journey's end4 ,talent has many a compliment from the bench1 but tact touches fees from attorneys and clients4 ,talent speaks learnedly and logically1 tact triumphantly4 ,talent makes the world wonder that it gets on no faster1 tact excites astonishment that it gets on so fast4 ,and the secret is1 that tact has no weight to carry2 it makes no false steps2 it hits the right nail on the head2 it loses no time2 it takes all hints2 and1 by keeping its eye on the weathercock1 is ready to take advantage of every wind that blows4 #e4 ,take them into the church4 ,talent has always something worth hearing1 tact is sure of abundance of hearers2 talent may obtain a good living1 tact will make one2 talent gets a good name1 tact a great one2 talent convinces1 tact converts2 talent is an honor to the profession1 tact gains honor from the profession4 #f4 ,place them in the senate4 ,talent has the ear of the house1 but tact wins its heart1 and has its votes2 talent is fit for employment1 but tact is fitted for it4 ,tact has a knack of slipping into place with a sweet silence and glibness of movement1 as a billiard ball insinuates itself into the pocket4 ,it seems to know everything1 without learning anything4 ,it has served an invisible and extemporary apprenticeship2 it wants no drilling2 it never ranks in the awkward squad2 it has no left hand1 no deaf ear1 no blind side4 ,it puts on no looks of wondrous wisdom1 it has no air of profundity1 but plays with the details of place as dexterously as a well-taught hand flourishes over the keys of the pianoforte4 ,it has all the air of commonplace1 and all the force and power of genius4 ,,london ,,atlas4 ,,shylock ,,to ,,antonio4 ,signor ,antonio1 many a time and oft ,in the ,rialto you have rated me ,about my moneys and my usances3 ,still ,i have borne it with a patient shrug2 ,for sufferance is the badge of all our tribe4 ,you call me misbeliever1 cut-throat dog1 ,and spit upon my ,jewish gaberdine1 ,and all for use of that which is mine own4 ,well1 then1 it now appears1 you need my help3 ,go to1 then2 you come to me1 and you say ,shylock1 we would have moneys4 ,you say so2 ,you that did void your rheum upon my beard1 ,and foot me1 as you spurn a stranger cur ,over your threshold2 moneys is your suit4 ,what should ,i say to you8 ,should ,i not say-- ,hath a dog money8 ,is it possible ,a cur can lend three thousand ducats8 or ,shall ,i bend low1 and in a bondman's key1 ,with bated breath and whispering humbleness1 ,say this-- ,fair sir1 you spit on me on ,wednesday last2 ,you spurned me such a day2 another time ,you called me dog2 and for these courtesies ,i'll lend you thus much moneys6 ,,shakespeare4 ,,the ,,cynic4 #a4 ,the ,cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man1 and never fails to see a bad one4 ,he is the human owl1 vigilant in darkness and blind to light1 mousing for vermin1 and never seeing noble game4 #b4 ,the ,cynic puts all human actions into only two classes--openly bad and secretly bad4 ,all virtue1 and generosity1 and disinterestedness1 are merely the appearance of good1 but selfish at the bottom4 ,he holds that no man does a good thing except for profit4 ,the effect of his conversation upon your feelings is to chill and sear them1 to send you away sour and morose4 #c4 ,his criticisms and innuendoes fall indiscriminately upon every lovely thing like frost upon the flowers4 ,if ,mr4 ,a4 is pronounced a religious man1 he will reply3 yes1 on ,sundays4 ,mr4 ,b4 has just joined the church3 certainly1 the elections are coming on4 ,the minister of the gospel is called an example of diligence3 it is his trade4 ,such a man is generous3 of other men's money4 ,this man is obliging3 to lull suspicion and cheat you4 ,that man is upright1 because he is green4 #d4 ,thus his eye strains out every good quality1 and takes in only the bad4 ,to him religion is hypocrisy1 honesty a preparation for fraud1 virtue only a want of opportunity1 and undeniable purity1 asceticism4 ,the livelong day he will coolly sit with sneering lip1 transfixing every character that is presented4 #e4 ,it is impossible to indulge in such habitual severity of opinion upon our fellow-men1 without injuring the tenderness and delicacy of our own feelings4 ,a man will be what his most cherished feelings are4 ,if he encourage a noble generosity1 every feeling will be enriched by it2 if he nurse bitter and envenomed thoughts1 his own spirit will absorb the poison1 and he will crawl among men as a burnished adder1 whose life is mischief1 and whose errand is death4 #f4 ,he who hunts for flowers will find flowers2 and he who loves weeds will find weeds4 ,let it be remembered that no man1 who is not himself morally diseased1 will have a relish for disease in others4 ,reject1 then1 the morbid ambition of the ,cynic1 or cease to call yourself a man4 ,h4 ,w4 ,,beecher4 ,,good ,,by1 ,,proud ,,world4 ,i4 ,good by1 proud world6 ,i'm going home2 ,thou'rt not my friend1 and ,i'm not thine4 ,long through the weary crowds ,i roam1 ,a river-ark on the ocean brine4 ,long ,i've been tossed like the driven foam ,and now1 proud world1 ,i'm going home4 ,,ii4 ,good by to ,flattery's fawning face2 ,to ,grandeur1 with his wise grimace2 ,to upstart ,wealth's averted eye2 ,to supple ,office1 low and high2 ,to crowded halls1 to court and street2 ,to frozen hearts and hasting feet2 ,to those who go and those who come2 ,good by1 proud world6 ,i'm going home4 ,,iii4 ,i am going to my own hearthstone1 ,bosomed in yon green hills alone-- ,a secret nook in a pleasant land1 ,whose groves the frolic fairies planned1-- ,where arches green1 the livelong day1 ,echo the blackbird's roundelay1 ,and vulgar feet have never trod1-- ,a spot that is sacred to thought and ,god4 ,,iv4 ,o1 when ,i am safe in my sylvan home1 ,i tread on the pride of ,greece and ,rome2 ,and when ,i am stretched beneath the pines ,where the evening star so holy shines1 ,i laugh at the lore and the pride of man1 ,at the sophist schools1 and the learned clan2 ,for what are they all1 in their high conceit1 ,when man in the bush with ,god may meet8 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 ,,the ,,destruction ,,of ,,sennacherib4 ,i4 ,the ,assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold1 ,and his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold2 ,and the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea ,where the blue wave rolls nightly on deep ,galilee4 ,,ii4 ,like the leaves of the forest when summer is green1 ,that host with their banners at sunset were seen2 ,like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown1 ,that host on the morrow lay withered and strewn4 ,,iii4 ,for the angel of death spread his wings on the blast1 ,and breathed in the face of the foe as he passed2 ,and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill1 ,and their hearts but once heaved1 and forever grew still4 ,,iv4 ,and there lay the steed with his nostril all wide1 ,but through it there rolled not the breath of his pride2 ,and the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf1 ,and cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf4 ,v4 ,and there lay the rider distorted and pale1 ,with the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail2 ,and the tents were all silent1 the banners alone1 ,the lances unlifted1 the trumpet unblown4 ,,vi4 ,and the widows of ,ashur are loud in their wail1 ,and the idols are broke in the temple of ,baal2 ,and the might of the ,gentile1 unsmote by the sword1 ,hath melted like snow in the glance of the ,lord6 ,,lord ,,byron4 ,,unwritten ,,music4 #a4 ,there is unwritten music4 ,the world is full of it4 ,i hear it every hour that ,i wake2 and my waking sense is surpassed sometimes by my sleeping1 though that is a mystery4 ,there is no sound of simple nature that is not music4 ,it is all ,god's work1 and so harmony4 ,you may mingle1 and divide1 and strengthen the passages of its great anthem2 and it is still melody1--melody4 #b4 ,the low winds of summer blow over the waterfalls and the brooks1 and bring their voices to your ear1 as if their sweetness were linked by an accurate finger2 yet the wind is but a fitful player2 and you may go out when the tempest is up and hear the strong trees moaning as they lean before it1 and the long grass hissing as it sweeps through1 and its own solemn monotony over all2 and the dripple of that same brook1 and the waterfall's unaltered bass shall still reach you1 in the intervals of its power1 as much in harmony as before1 and as much a part of its perfect and perpetual hymn4 #c4 ,there is no accident of nature's causing which can bring in discord4 ,the loosened rock may fall into the abyss1 and the overblown tree rush down through the branches of the wood1 and the thunder peal awfully in the sky2 and sudden and violent as their changes seem1 their tumult goes up with the sound of wind and waters1 and the exquisite ear of the musician can detect no jar4 #d4 ,i have read somewhere of a custom in the ,highlands1 which1 in connection with the principle it involves1 is exceedingly beautiful4 ,it is believed that1 to the ear of the dying 7which just before death becomes always exquisitely acute17 the perfect harmony of the voices of nature is so ravishing1 as to make him forget his suffering1 and die gently1 as in a pleasant trance4 ,and so1 when the last moment approaches1 they take him from the close shieling1 and bear him out into the open sky1 that he may hear the familiar rushing of the streams4 ,i can believe that is not superstition4 ,i do not think we know how exquisitely nature's many voices are attuned to harmony and to each other4 #e4 ,the old philosopher we read of might not have been dreaming when he discovered that the order of the sky was like a scroll of written music1 and that two stars 7which are said to have appeared centuries after his death1 in the very places he mentioned7 were wanting to complete the harmony4 ,we know how wonderful are the phenomena of color1 how strangely like consummate art the strongest dyes are blended in the plumage of birds1 and in the cups of flowers2 so that1 to the practiced eye of the painter1 the harmony is inimitably perfect4 #f4 ,it is natural to suppose every part of the universe equally perfect2 and it is a glorious and elevating thought1 that the stars of ,heaven are moving on continually to music1 and that the sounds we daily listen to are but part of a melody that reaches to the very centre of ,god's illimitable spheres4 ,n4 ,p4 ,,willis4 ,,laus ,,mortis4 ,i4 ,nay1 why should ,i fear ,death1 ,who gives us life and in exchange takes breath8 ,he is like cordial ,spring ,that lifts above the soil each buried thing2-- ,,ii4 ,like ,autumn1 kind and brief ,the frost that chills the branches1 frees the leaf4 ,like ,winter's stormy hours1 ,that spread their fleece of snow to save the flowers4 ,,iii4 ,the loveliest of all things-- ,life lends us only feet1 ,death gives us wings6 ,fearing no covert thrust1 ,let me walk onward armed with valiant trust4 ,,iv4 ,dreading no unseen knife1 ,across ,death's threshold step from life to life6 ,oh1 all ye frightened folk1 ,whether ye wear a crown or bear a yoke1 ,v4 ,laid in one equal bed1 ,when once your coverlet of grass is spread1 ,what daybreak need you fear8 ,the love will rule you there which guides you here6 ,,vi4 ,where ,life1 the ,sower1 stands1 ,scattering the ages from his swinging hands1 ,thou waitest1 ,reaper lone1 ,until the multitudinous grain hath grown4 ,,vii4 ,scythe-bearer1 when thy blade ,harvest my flesh1 let me be unafraid6 ,god's husbandman thou art6 ,in ,his unwithering sheaves1 oh1 bind my heart4 ,,frederic ,,lawrence ,,knowles4 ,,taxation ,,of ,,the ,,colonies4 #a4 ,sir3 ,i agree with the honorable gentleman who spoke last1 that this subject is not new to this ,house4 ,very disagreeably to this ,house1 very unfortunately to this nation1 and to the peace and prosperity of this whole empire1 no topic has been more familiar to us4 ,for nine long years1 session after session1 we have been lashed round and round this miserable circle of occasional arguments and temporary expedients4 #b4 ,i am sure our heads must turn and our stomachs nauseate with them4 ,we have had them in every shape4 ,we have looked at them in every point of view4 ,invention is exhausted2 reason is fatigued2 experience has given judgment2 but obstinacy is not yet conquered4 #c4 ,the act of #agfg1 which grants this tea-duty1 sets forth in its preamble1 that it was expedient to raise a revenue in ,america for the support of the civil government there1 as well as for purposes still more extensive4 ,about two years after this act was passed1 the ministry thought it expedient to repeal five of the duties1 and to leave 7for reasons best known to themselves7 only the sixth standing4 #d4 ,but ,i hear it rung continually in my ears1 now and formerly1--,the preamble6 what will become of the preamble if you repeal this tax8 ,the clerk will be so good as to turn to this act1 and to read this favorite preamble4 #e4 ,whereas it is expedient that a revenue should be raised in your ,majesty's dominions in ,america1 for making a more certain and adequate provision for defraying the charge of the administration of justice and support of civil government in such provinces where it shall be found necessary1 and towards further defraying the expenses of defending1 protecting1 and securing the said dominions4 #f4 ,you have heard this pompous performance4 ,now1 where is the revenue which is to do all these mighty things8 ,five-sixths repealed1--abandoned1--sunk1--gone1--los t forever4 ,does the poor solitary tea-duty support the purposes of this preamble8 ,is not the supply there stated as effectually abandoned as if the tea-duty had perished in the general wreck8 ,here1 ,mr4 ,speaker1 is a precious mockery3--a preamble without an act1--taxes granted in order to be repealed1--and the reason of the grant carefully kept up6 ,this is raising a revenue in ,america6 ,this is preserving dignity in ,england6 #g4 ,never did a people suffer so much for the empty words of a preamble4 ,it must be given up4 ,for on what principle does it stand8 ,this famous revenue stands1 at this hour1 on all the debate1 as a description of revenue not as yet known in all the comprehensive 7but too comprehensive67 vocabulary of finance--a preambulary tax4 ,it is1 indeed1 a tax of sophistry1 a tax of pedantry1 a tax of disputation1 a tax of war and rebellion1 a tax for anything but benefit to the imposers or satisfaction to the subject4 #h4 ,well6 but whatever it is1 gentlemen will force the colonists to take the teas4 ,you will force them8 ,has seven years' struggle been yet able to force them8 ,oh1 but it seems we are in the right4 ,the tax is trifling1--in effect rather an exoneration than an imposition2 three-fourths of the duty formerly payable on teas exported to ,america is taken off1--the place of collection is only shifted2 instead of the retention of a shilling from the drawback here1 it is three-pence custom paid in ,america4 #i4 ,all this1 sir1 is very true4 ,but this is the very folly and mischief of the act4 ,incredible as it may seem1 you know that you have deliberately thrown away a large duty1 which you held secure and quiet in your hands1 for the vain hope of getting one three-fourths less1 through every hazard1 through certain litigation1 and possibly through war4 #aj4 ,could anything be a subject of more just alarm to ,america1 than to see you go out of the plain high-road of finance1 and give up your most certain revenues and your clearest interest1 merely for the sake of insulting the colonies8 ,no man ever doubted that the commodity of tea could bear an imposition of three pence4 ,but no commodity will bear three pence1 or will bear a penny1 when the general feelings of men are irritated1 and two millions of people are resolved not to pay4 #aa4 ,the feelings of the colonies were formerly the feelings of ,great ,britain4 ,theirs were formerly the feelings of ,mr4 ,hampden1 when called upon for the payment of twenty shillings4 ,would twenty shillings have ruined ,mr4 ,hampden's fortune8 ,no6 but the payment of half twenty shillings1 on the principle it was demanded1 would have made him a slave4 ,it is the weight of that preamble1 of which you are so fond1 and not the weight of the duty1 that the ,americans are unable and unwilling to bear4 #ab4 ,it is1 then1 sir1 upon the principle of this measure1 and nothing else1 that we are at issue4 ,it is a principle of political expediency4 ,your act of #agfg asserts that it is expedient to raise a revenue in ,america2 your act of #agfi1 which takes away that revenue1 contradicts the act of #agfg1 and by something much stronger than words1 asserts that it is not expedient4 ,it is a reflection upon your wisdom to persist in a solemn parliamentary declaration of the expediency of any object1 for which1 at the same time1 you make no provision4 #ac4 ,and pray1 sir1 let not this circumstance escape you1--it is very material1--that the preamble of this act which we wish to repeal1 is not declaratory of a right1 as some gentlemen seem to argue it3 it is only a recital of the expediency of a certain exercise of right supposed already to have been asserted2 an exercise you are now contending for by ways and means which you confess1 though they were obeyed1 to be utterly insufficient for their purpose4 ,you are1 therefore1 at this moment in the awkward situation of fighting for a phantom1--a quiddity1--a thing that wants not only a substance1 but even a name1--for a thing which is neither abstract right nor profitable enjoyment4 #ad4 ,they tell you1 sir1 that your dignity is tied to it4 ,i know not how it happens1 but this dignity of yours is a terrible incumbrance to you2 for it has of late been ever at war with your interest1 your equity1 and every idea of your policy4 ,show the thing you contend for to be reason1 show it to be common sense1 show it to be the means of attaining some useful end1 and then ,i am content to allow it what dignity you please4 ,but what dignity is derived from the perseverance in absurdity is more than ever ,i could discern4 #ae4 ,the honorable gentleman has said well1 that this subject does not stand as it did formerly4 ,oh1 certainly not6 ,every hour you continue on this ill-chosen ground1 your difficulties thicken around you2 and therefore my conclusion is1 remove from a bad position as quickly as you can4 ,the disgrace1 and the necessity of yielding1 both of them1 grow upon you every hour of your delay4 ,,edmund ,,burke4 ,,my ,,heart ,,leaps ,,up4 ,my heart leaps up when ,i behold ,a rainbow in the sky3 ,so was it when my life began1 ,so is it now ,i am a man1 ,so be it when ,i shall grow old ,or let me die6 ,the ,child is father of the ,man3 ,and ,i could wish my days to be ,bound each to each by natural piety4 ,,wordsworth4 ,,as ,,you ,,like ,,it4 ,,act ,,iii4 ,,scene ,,ii4 ,ros4 ,aside to ,celia4 ,i will speak to him like a saucy lackey and under that habit play the knave with him4 ,do you hear1 forester8 ,orl4 ,very well3 what would you8 ,ros4 ,i pray you1 what is't o'clock8 ,orl4 ,you should ask me what time o' day3 there's no clock in the forest4 ,ros4 ,then there is no true lover in the forest2 else sighing every minute and groaning every hour would detect the lazy foot of ,time as well as a clock4 ,orl4 ,and why not the swift foot of ,time8 had not that been as proper8 ,ros4 ,by no means1 sir3 ,time travels in divers paces with divers persons4 ,i'll tell you who ,time ambles withal1 who ,time trots withal1 who ,time gallops withal1 and who he stands still withal4 ,orl4 ,i prithee1 who doth he trot withal8 ,ros4 ,marry1 he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemniz'd2 if the interim be but a se'nnight1 ,time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven years4 ,orl4 ,who ambles ,time withal8 ,ros4 ,with a priest that lacks ,latin and a rich man that hath not the gout1 for the one sleeps easily because he cannot study1 and the other lives merrily because he feels no pain1 the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning1 the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury2 these ,time ambles withal4 ,orl4 ,who doth he galop withal8 ,ros4 ,with a thief to the gallows2 for though he go as softly as foot can fall1 he thinks himself too soon there4 ,orl4 ,who stays it still withal8 ,ros4 ,with lawyers in the vacation2 for they sleep between term and term1 and then they perceive not how ,time moves4 ,orl4 ,where dwell you1 pretty youth8 ,ros4 ,with this shepherdess1 my sister2 here in the skirts of the forest1 like fringe upon a petticoat4 ,orl4 ,are you native of this place8 ,ros4 ,as the cony that you see dwell where she is kindled4 ,orl4 ,your accent is something finer than you could purchase in so remov'd a dwelling4 ,ros4 ,i have been told so of many3 but indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak1 who was in his youth an inland man2 one that knew courtship too well1 for there he fell in love4 ,i have heard him read many lectures against it1 and ,i thank ,god ,i am not a woman1 to be touch'd with so many giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal4 ,orl4 ,can you remember any of the principal evils laid to the charge of women8 ,ros4 ,there were none principal2 they were all like one another as half-pence are1 every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it4 ,orl4 ,i prithee1 recount some of them4 ,ros4 ,no1 ,i will not cast away my physic but on those that are sick4 ,there is a man haunts the forest1 that abuses our young plants with carving ,rosalind on their barks2 hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles1 all1 forsooth1 deifying the name of ,rosalind3 if ,i could meet that fancy-monger1 ,i would give him some good counsel1 for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him4 ,orl4 ,i am he that is so love-shak'd3 ,i pray you1 tell me your remedy4 ,ros4 ,there is none of my uncle's marks upon you3 he taught me how to know a man in love2 in which cage of rushes1 ,i am sure1 you are not prisoner4 ,orl4 ,what were his marks8 ,ros4 ,a lean cheek1 which you have not2 a blue eye1 and sunken1 which you have not2 an unquestionable spirit1 which you have not2 a beard neglected1 which you have not2 but ,i pardon you for that1 for simply your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue3 then your hose should be ungarter'd1 your bonnet unbanded1 your sleeve unbutton'd1 your shoe unti'd and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation2 but you are no such man2 you are rather point-device in your accoutrements1 as loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other4 ,orl4 ,fair youth1 ,i would ,i could make thee believe ,i love4 ,ros4 ,me believe it8 you may as soon make her that you love believe it2 which1 ,i warrant1 she is apter to do than to confess she does3 that is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences4 ,but1 in good sooth1 are you he that hangs the verses on the trees1 wherein ,rosalind is so admired8 ,orl4 ,i swear to thee1 youth1 by the white hand of ,rosalind1 ,i am that he1 that unfortunate he4 ,ros4 ,but are you so much in love as your rhymes speak8 ,orl4 ,neither rhyme nor reason can express how much4 ,ros4 ,love is merely a madness2 and1 ,i tell you1 deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do2 and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is1 that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too4 ,yet ,i profess curing it by counsel4 ,orl4 ,did you ever cure any so8 ,ros4 ,yes1 one2 and in this manner4 ,he was to imagine me his love1 his mistress2 and ,i set him every day to woo me3 at which time would ,i1 being but a moonish youth1 be effeminate1 changeable1 longing and liking1 proud1 fantastical1 apish1 shallow1 inconstant1 full of tears1 full of smiles1 for every passion something and for no passion truly any thing1 as boys and women are for the most part cattle of this colour2 would now like him1 now loathe him2 then entertain him1 then forswear him2 now weep for him1 then spit at him2 that ,i drave my suitor from his mad humour of love to a living humour of madness2 which was1 to forswear the full stream of the world1 and to live in a nook merely monastic4 ,and thus ,i cur'd him2 and this way will ,i take upon me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart1 that there shall not be one spot of love in't4 ,orl4 ,i would not be cured1 youth4 ,ros4 ,i would cure you1 if you would but call me ,rosalind1 and come every day to my cote and woo me4 ,orl4 ,now1 by the faith of my love1 ,i will3 tell me where it is4 ,ros4 ,go with me to it1 and ,i'll show it you3 and by the way you shall tell me where in the forest you live4 ,will you go8 ,orl4 ,with all my heart1 good youth4 ,ros4 ,nay1 you must call me ,rosalind4 ,come1 sister1 will you go8 ,,chapter ,,ii4 ,,vital ,,slide4 ,,the ,,rising ,,in #aggf4 ,i4 ,out of the north the wild news came1 ,far flashing on its wings of flame1 ,swift as the boreal light which flies ,at midnight through the startled skies4 ,and there was tumult in the air1 ,the fife's shrill note1 the drum's loud beat1 ,and through the wide land everywhere ,the answering tread of hurrying feet2 ,while the first oath of ,freedom's gun ,came on the blast from ,lexington2 ,and ,concord1 roused1 no longer tame1 ,forgot her old baptismal name1 ,made bare her patriot arm of power1 ,and swelled the discord of the hour4 ,,ii4 ,within its shade of elm and oak ,the church of ,berkley ,manor stood2 ,there ,sunday found the rural folk1 ,and some esteemed of gentle blood4 ,in vain their feet with loitering tread ,passed 'mid the graves where rank is naught2 ,all could not read the lesson taught ,in that republic of the dead4 ,,iii4 ,how sweet the hour of ,sabbath talk1 ,the vale with peace and sunshine full ,where all the happy people walk1 ,decked in their homespun flax and wool6 ,where youth's gay hats with blossoms bloom1 ,and every maid with simple art1 ,wears on her breast1 like her own heart1 ,a bud whose depths are all perfume2 ,while every garment's gentle stir ,is breathing rose and lavender4 ,,iv4 ,the pastor came2 his snowy locks ,hallowed his brow of thought and care2 ,and calmly1 as shepherds lead their flocks1 ,he led into the house of prayer4 ,the pastor rose2 the prayer was strong2 ,the psalm was warrior ,david's song2 ,the text1 a few short words of might1-- ,the ,lord of hosts shall arm the right6 ,v4 ,he spoke of wrongs too long endured1 ,of sacred rights to be secured2 ,then from his patriot tongue of flame ,the startling words for ,freedom came4 ,the stirring sentences he spake1 ,compelled the heart to glow or quake1 ,and1 rising on his theme's broad wing1 ,and grasping in his nervous hand ,the imaginary battle-brand1 ,in face of death he dared to fling ,defiance to a tyrant king4 ,,vi4 ,even as he spoke1 his frame1 renewed ,in eloquence of attitude1 ,rose1 as it seemed1 a shoulder higher2 ,then swept his kindling glance of fire ,from startled pew to breathless choir2 ,when suddenly his mantle wide ,his hands impatient flung aside4 ,and1 lo6 he met their wondering eyes ,complete in all a warrior's guise4 ,,vii4 ,a moment there was awful pause1-- ,when ,berkley cried1 ,cease1 traitor6 cease6 ,god's temple is the house of peace6 ,the other shouted1 ,nay1 not so1 ,when ,god is with our righteous cause2 ,his holiest places then are ours1 ,his temples are our forts and towers1 ,that frown upon the tyrant foe2 ,in this1 the dawn of ,freedom's day1 ,there is a time to fight and pray6 ,,viii4 ,and now before the open door-- ,the warrior priest had ordered so-- ,the enlisting trumpet's sudden roar ,rang through the chapel1 o'er and o'er1 ,its long reverberating blow1 ,so loud and clear1 it seemed the ear ,of dusty death must wake and hear4 ,and there the startling drum and fife ,fired the living with fiercer life2 ,while overhead1 with wild increase1 ,forgetting its ancient toll of peace1 ,the great bell swung as ne'er before3 ,it seemed as it would never cease2 ,and every word its ardor flung ,from off its jubilant iron tongue ,was1 ,,war6 ,,war6 ,,war6 ,,ix4 ,who dares--this was the patriot's cry1 ,as striding from the desk he came1-- ,come out with me1 in ,freedom's name ,for her to live1 for her to die8 ,a hundred hands flung up reply1 ,a hundred voices answered ,i6 ,t4 ,b4 ,,read4 ,,the ,,tent-,,scene ,,between ,,brutus ,,and ,,cassius4 ,,cassius4 ,that you have wronged me doth appear in this3 ,you have condemned and noted ,lucius ,pella1 ,for taking bribes here of the ,sardians2 ,wherein1 my letters 7praying on his side1 ,because ,i knew the man7 were slighted off4 ,,brutus4 ,you wronged yourself1 to write in such a case4 ,,cas4 ,at such a time as this1 it is not meet ,that every nice offence should bear its comment4 ,,bru4 ,let me tell you1 ,cassius1 you yourself ,are much condemned to have an itching palm2 ,to sell and mart your offices for gold1 ,to undeservers4 ,,cas4 ,i an itching palm8 ,you know that you are ,brutus that speak this1 ,or1 by the gods1 this speech were else your last4 ,,bru4 ,the name of ,cassius honors this corruption1 ,and chastisement doth therefore hide its head4 ,,cas4 ,chastisement8 ,,bru4 ,remember ,march1 the ides of ,march remember6 ,did not great ,julius bleed for justice's sake8 ,what villain touched his body1 that did stab1 ,and not for justice8--,what6 shall one of us1 ,that struck the foremost man of all this world1 ,but for supporting robbers2--shall we now ,contaminate our fingers with base bribes8 ,and sell the mighty space of our large honors ,for so much trash as may be grasped thus8 ,i had rather be a dog1 and bay the moon1 ,than such a ,roman4 ,,cas4 ,brutus1 bay not me3 ,i'll not endure it4 ,you forget yourself1 ,to hedge me in3 ,i am a soldier1 ,i1 ,older in practice1 abler than yourself ,to make conditions4 ,,bru4 ,go to2 you're not1 ,cassius4 ,,cas4 ,i am4 ,,bru4 ,i say you are not4 ,,cas4 ,urge me no more3 ,i shall forget myself3 ,have mind upon your health3 tempt me no further4 ,,bru4 ,away1 slight man6 ,,cas4 ,is't possible6 ,,bru4 ,hear me1 for ,i will speak4 ,must ,i give way and room to your rash choler8 ,shall ,i be frighted when a madman stares8 ,,cas4 ,must ,i endure all this8 ,,bru4 ,all this8 ,ay1 more6 ,fret till your proud heart break4 ,go1 show your slaves how choleric you are1 ,and make your bondmen tremble4 ,must ,i budge8 ,must ,i observe you8 ,must ,i stand and crouch ,under your testy humor8 ,you shall digest the venom of your spleen1 ,though it do split you3 for1 from this day forth1 ,i'll use you for my mirth2 yea1 for my laughter1 ,when you are waspish4 ,,cas4 ,is it come to this8 ,,bru4 ,you say you are a better soldier2 ,let it appear so2 make your vaunting true1 ,and it shall please me well4 ,for mine own part1 ,i shall be glad to learn of noble men4 ,,cas4 ,you wrong me every way2 you wrong me1 ,brutus2 ,i said an elder soldier1 not a better4 ,did ,i say better8 ,,bru4 ,if you did ,i care not4 ,,cas4 ,when ,caesar lived1 he durst not thus have moved me4 ,,bru4 ,peace1 peace6 you durst not so have tempted him6 ,,cas4 ,i durst not8 ,,bru4 ,no4 ,,cas4 ,what6 ,durst not tempt him8 ,,bru4 ,for your life you durst not4 ,,cas4 ,do not presume too much upon my love2 ,i may do that ,i shall be sorry for4 ,,bru4 ,you have done that which you should be sorry for4 ,there is no terror1 ,cassius1 in your threats6 ,for ,i am armed so strong in honesty1 ,that they pass by me as the idle wind1 ,which ,i respect not4 ,i did send to you ,for certain sums of gold1 which you denied me3-- ,for ,i can raise no money by vile means3 ,i had rather coin my heart1 ,and drop my blood for drachmas1 than to wring ,from the hard hands of peasants their vile trash ,by any indirection4 ,i did send ,to you for gold to pay my legions2 ,which you denied me4 ,was that done like ,cassius8 ,should ,i have answered ,caius ,cassius so8 ,when ,marcus ,brutus grows so covetous1 ,to lock such rascal counters from his friends1 ,be ready1 gods1 with all your thunderbolts2 ,dash him to pieces6 ,,cas4 ,i denied you not4 ,,bru4 ,you did4 ,,cas4 ,i did not3 ,he was but a fool ,that brought my answer back4--,brutus hath rived my heart1 ,a friend should bear a friend's infirmities2 ,but ,brutus makes mine greater than they are4 ,,bru4 ,i do not1 till you practice them on me4 ,,cas4 ,you love me not4 ,,bru4 ,i do not like your faults4 ,,cas4 ,a friendly eye could never see such faults4 ,,bru4 ,a flatterer's would not1 though they do appear ,as huge as high ,olympus4 ,,cas4 ,come1 ,antony1 and young ,octavius1 come6 ,revenge yourselves alone on ,cassius3 ,for ,cassius is a-weary of the world-- ,hated by one he loves2 braved by his brother2 ,checked like a bondman2 all his faults observed1 ,set in a note-book1 learned1 and conned by rote1 ,to cast into my teeth4 ,o1 ,i could weep ,my spirit from my eyes6--,there is my dagger1 ,and here my naked breast2 within1 a heart ,dearer than ,plutus' mine1 richer than gold3 ,if that thou be'st a ,roman1 take it forth3 ,i1 that denied thee gold1 will give my heart4 ,strike1 as thou didst at ,caesar2 for ,i know1 ,then thou didst hate him worst1 thou lovedst him better ,than ever thou lovedst ,cassius4 ,,bru4 ,sheath your dagger2 ,be angry when you will1 it shall have scope3 ,do what you will1 dishonor shall be humor4 ,o ,cassius1 you are yoked with a lamb1 ,that carries anger1 as the flint bears fire2 ,who1 much enforced1 shows a hasty spark1 ,and straight is cold again4 ,,cas4 ,hath ,cassius lived ,to be but mirth and laughter to his ,brutus1 ,when grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him8 ,,bru4 ,when ,i spoke that1 ,i was ill-tempered too4 ,,cas4 ,do you confess so much8 ,give me your hand ,,bru4 ,and my heart1 too4 ,,cas4 ,o ,brutus6 ,,bru4 ,what's the matter8 ,,cas4 ,have you not love enough to bear with me1 ,when that rash humor which my mother gave me1 ,makes me forgetful8 ,,bru4 ,yes1 ,cassius2 and from henceforth1 ,when you are over-earnest with your ,brutus1 ,he'll think your mother chides1 and leave you so4 ,,shakespeare4 ,,the ,,forging ,,of ,,the ,,anchor4 ,i4 ,come1 see the ,dolphin's anchor forged2 'tis at a white heat now2 ,the bellows ceased1 the flames decreased2 though on the forge's brow ,the little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound2 ,and fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round1 ,all clad in leathern panoply1 their broad hands only bare2 ,some rest upon their sledges here1 some work the windlass there4 ,,ii4 ,the windlass strains the tackle chains1 the black mound heaves below1 ,and red and deep a hundred veins burst out at every throe2 ,it rises1 roars1 rends all outright--,o ,vulcan1 what a glow6 ',tis blinding white1 'tis blasting bright2 the high sun shines not so3 ,the high sun sees not1 on the earth1 such fiery1 fearful show2 ,,iii4 ,the roof-ribs swarth1 the candent hearth1 the ruddy1 lurid row ,of smiths1 that stand1 an ardent band1 like men before the foe2 ,as1 quivering through his fleece of flame1 the sailing monster slow ,sinks on the anvil--all about the faces fiery grow-- ,hurrah6 they shout--leap out6--leap out6 bang1 bang1 the sledges go4 ,,iv4 ,leap out1 leap out1 my masters6 leap out and lay on load6 ,let's forge a goodly anchor1 a bower1 thick and broad ,for a heart of oak is hanging on every blow1 ,i bode1 ,and ,i see the good ship riding1 all in a perilous road2 ,the low reef roaring on her lee1 the roll of ocean poured ,from stem to stern1 sea after sea1 the main-mast by the board2 ,v4 ,the bulwarks down1 the rudder gone1 the boats stove at the chains2 ,but courage still1 brave mariners1 the bower yet remains1 ,and not an inch to flinch he deigns save when ye pitch sky-high4 ,then moves his head1 as though he said1 ,fear nothing--here am ,i6 ,,vi4 ,swing in your strokes in order1 let foot and hand keep time1 ,your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime2 ,but while ye swing your sledges1 sing1 and let the burden be1 ,the anchor is the anvil king1 and royal craftsmen we4 ,,vii4 ,strike in1 strike in2 the sparks begin to dull their rustling red2 ,our hammers ring with sharper din1 our work will soon be sped2 ,our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery1 rich array1 ,for a hammock at the roaring bows1 or an oozy couch of clay2 ,our anchor soon must change the lay of merry craftsmen here1 ,for the yeo-heave-o1 and the heave away1 and the sighing seaman's cheer4 ,,viii4 ,in livid and obdurate gloom1 he darkens down at last1 ,a shapely one he is and strong1 as e'er from cat was cast4 ,a trusted and trustworthy guard1 if thou had'st life like me1 ,what pleasures would thy toils reward beneath the deep-green sea6 ,,ix4 ,o deep-sea-diver1 who might then behold such sights as thou8 ,the hoary monster's palaces6 methinks what joy 'twere now ,to go plump1 plunging down amid the assembly of the whales1 ,and feel the churned sea round me boil beneath their scourging tails6 ,then deep in tanglewoods to fight the fierce sea-unicorn1 ,and send him foiled and bellowing back1 for all his ivory horn2 ,to leave the subtle sworder-fish1 of bony blade forlorn1 ,and for the ghastly grinning shark1 to laugh his jaws to scorn4 ,x4 ,o broad-armed fisher of the deep1 whose sports can equal thine8 ,the ,dolphin weighs a thousand tons1 that tugs thy cable line2 ,and night by night 'tis thy delight1 thy glory day by day1 ,through sable sea and breaker white1 the giant game to play2 ,but1 shamer of our little sports1 forgive the name ,i gave2 ,a fisher's joy is to destroy--thine office is to save4 ,,xi4 ,o lodger in the sea-king's halls1 couldst thou but understand ,whose be the white bones by thy side1 or who that dripping band1 ,slow swaying in the heaving wave1 that round about thee bend1 ,with sounds like breakers in a dream1 blessing their ancient friend2 ,o couldst thou know what heroes glide with larger steps round thee1 ,thine iron side would swell with pride1 thou'dst leap within the sea6 ,,xii4 ,give honor to their memories1 who left the pleasant strand ,to shed their blood so freely for the love of ,fatherland-- ,who left their chance of quiet age and grassy churchyard grave ,so freely for a restless bed amid the tossing wave-- ,o1 though our anchor may not be all ,i have fondly sung1 ,honor him for their memory1 whose bones he goes among6 ,s4 ,,ferguson4 ,,supposed ,,speech ,,of ,,john ,,adams4 #a4 ,sink or swim1 live or die1 survive or perish1 ,i give my hand and my heart to this vote4 ,it is true1 indeed1 that in the beginning we aimed not at independence4 ,but there's a divinity which shapes our ends4 ,the injustice of ,england has driven us to arms2 and1 blinded to her own interest for our good1 she has obstinately persisted1 till independence is now within our grasp4 ,we have but to reach forth to it1 and it is ours4 ,why1 then1 should we defer the ,declaration8 #b4 ,is any man so weak as now to hope for a reconciliation with ,england1 which shall leave either safety to the country and its liberties1 or safety to his own life and his own honor8 ,are not you1 sir1 who sit in that chair1 is not he1 our venerable colleague near you1 are you not both already the prescribed and predestined objects of punishment and of vengeance8 ,cut off from all hope of royal clemency1 what are you1 what can you be1 while the power of ,england remains1 but outlaws8 #c4 ,if we postpone independence1 do we mean to carry on or give up the war8 ,do we mean to submit to the measures of ,parliament1 ,boston ,port ,bill1 and all8 ,do we mean to submit1 and consent that we ourselves shall be ground to powder1 and our country and its rights trodden down in the dust8 #d4 ,i know we do not mean to submit4 ,we never shall submit4 ,do we intend to violate that most solemn obligation ever entered into by men1 that plighting before ,god1 of our sacred honor to ,washington1 when1 putting him forth to incur the dangers of war1 as well as the political hazards of the times1 we promised to adhere to him1 in every extremity1 with our fortunes and our lives8 #e4 ,i know there is not a man here1 who would not rather see a general conflagration sweep over the land1 or an earthquake sink it1 than one jot or tittle of that plighted faith fall to the ground4 ,for myself1 having1 twelve months ago1 in this place1 moved you that ,george ,washington be appointed commander of the forces raised1 or to be raised1 for the defence of ,american liberty1 may my right hand forget her cunning1 and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth1 if ,i hesitate or waver in the support ,i give him4 #f4 ,the war1 then1 must go on4 ,we must fight it through4 ,and if the war must go on1 why put off longer the ,declaration of ,independence8 ,that measure will strengthen us4 ,it will give us character abroad4 ,the nations will then treat with us1 which they never can do while we acknowledge ourselves subjects in arms against our sovereign4 ,nay1 ,i maintain that ,england herself will sooner treat for peace with us on the footing of independence1 than consent1 by repealing her acts1 to acknowledge that her whole conduct towards us has been a course of injustice and oppression4 #g4 ,her pride will be less wounded by submitting to that course of things which now predestinates our independence1 than by yielding the points in controversy to her rebellious subjects4 ,the former she would regard as the result of fortune2 the latter she would feel as her own deep disgrace4 ,why then1 why then1 sir1 do we not as soon as possible change this from a civil to a national war8 ,and since we must fight it through1 why not put ourselves in a state to enjoy all the benefits of victory1 if we gain the victory8 #h4 ,if we fail1 it can be no worse for us4 ,but we shall not fail4 ,the cause will raise up armies2 the cause will create navies4 ,the people1 the people1 if we are true to them1 will carry us1 and will carry themselves1 gloriously through this struggle4 ,i care not how fickle other people have been found4 ,i know the people of these colonies1 and ,i know that resistance to ,british aggression is deep and settled in their hearts1 and cannot be eradicated4 ,every colony1 indeed1 has expressed its willingness to follow1 if we but take the lead4 #i4 ,sir1 the ,declaration will inspire the people with increased courage4 ,instead of a long and bloody war for the restoration of privileges1 for redress of grievances1 for chartered immunities held under a ,british king1 set before them the glorious object of entire independence and it will breathe into them anew the breath of life4 #aj4 ,read this ,declaration at the head of the army2 every sword will be drawn from its scabbard1 and the solemn vow uttered1 to maintain it1 or to perish on the bed of honor4 ,publish it from the pulpit2 religion will approve it1 and the love of religious liberty will cling round it1 resolved to stand with it1 or fall with it4 ,send it to the public halls2 proclaim it there2 let them hear it who heard the first roar of the enemy's cannon2 let them see it who saw their brothers and their sons fall on the field of ,bunker ,hill1 and in the streets of ,lexington and ,concord1 and the very walls will cry out in its support4 #aa4 ,sir1 ,i know the uncertainty of human affairs1 but ,i see1 ,i see clearly through this day's business4 ,you and ,i1 indeed1 may rue it4 ,we may not live to the time when this ,declaration shall be made good4 ,we may die2 die colonists2 die slaves2 die1 it may be1 ignominiously1 and on the scaffold4 ,be it so4 ,be it so4 ,if it be the pleasure of ,heaven that my country shall require the poor offering of my life1 the victim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice1 come when that hour may4 ,but while ,i do live1 let me have a country1 or at least the hope of a country1 and that a free country4 #ab4 ,but whatever may be our fate1 be assured1 be assured that this ,declaration will stand4 ,it may cost treasure and it may cost blood2 but it will stand1 and it will richly compensate for both4 ,through the thick gloom of the present1 ,i see the brightness of the future as the sun in heaven4 ,we shall make this a glorious1 an immortal day4 ,when we are in our graves1 our children will honor it4 ,they will celebrate it with thanksgiving1 with festivity1 with bonfires1 and illuminations4 ,on its annual return1 they will shed tears1 copious1 gushing tears1 not of subjection and slavery1 not of agony and distress1 but of exultation1 of gratitude1 and of joy4 #ac4 ,sir1 before ,god1 ,i believe the hour is come4 ,my judgment approves this measure1 and my whole heart is in it4 ,all that ,i have1 and all that ,i am1 and all that ,i hope in this life1 ,i am now ready here to stake upon it2 and ,i leave off as ,i began1 that1 live or die1 survive or perish1 ,i am for the ,declaration4 ,it is my living sentiment1 and by the blessing of ,god it shall be my dying sentiment1--independence now1 and ,,independence ,,forever6 ,,daniel ,,webster4 ,,life ,,and ,,song4 ,i4 ,if life were caught by a clarionet1 ,and a wild heart throbbing in the reed1 ,should thrill its joy and trill its fret1 ,and utter its heart in every deed1 ,,ii4 ,then would this breathing clarionet ,type what the poet fain would be2 ,for none o' the singers ever yet ,has wholly lived his minstrelsy2 ,,iii4 ,or clearly sung his true1 true thought2 ,or utterly bodied forth his life1 ,or out of life and song has wrought ,the perfect one of man and wife2 ,,iv4 ,or lived and sung1 that ,life and ,song ,might each express the other's all1 ,careless if life or art were long ,since both were one1 to stand or fall4 ,v4 ,so that the wonder struck the crowd1 ,who shouted it about the land3 ,his song was only living aloud1 ,his work1 a singing with his hand6 ,,sidney ,,lanier4 ,,gathering ,,song ,,of ,,donald ,,the ,,black4 ,i4 ,pibroch of ,donuil ,dhu ,pibroch of ,donuil ,wake thy wild voice anew1 ,summon ,clan ,conuil4 ,come away1 come away1 ,hark to the summons6 ,come in your war-array1 ,gentles and commons4 ,,ii4 ,come from deep glen1 and ,from mountain so rocky2 ,the war-pipe and pennon ,are at ,inverlocky4 ,come every hill-plaid1 and ,true heart that wears one1 ,come every steel blade1 and ,strong hand that bears one4 ,,iii4 ,leave untended the herd1 ,the flock without shelter2 ,leave the corpse uninterr'd1 ,the bride at the altar2 ,leave the deer1 leave the steer1 ,leave nets and barges3 ,come with your fighting gear1 ,broadswords and targes4 ,,iv4 ,come as the winds come1 when ,forests are rended1 ,come as the waves come1 when ,navies are stranded3 ,faster come1 faster come1 ,faster and faster1 ,chief1 vassal1 page and groom1 ,tenant and master4 ,v4 ,fast they come1 fast they come2 ,see how they gather6 ,wide waves the eagle plume ,blended with heather4 ,cast your plaids1 draw your blades1 ,forward each man set6 ,pibroch of ,donuil ,dhu ,knell for the onset6 ,,sir ,,walter ,,scott4 ,,nutting4 ,i4 ,it seems a day 7,i speak of one from many singled out7 ,one of those heavenly days that cannot die2 ,when1 in the eagerness of boyish hope1 ,i left our cottage-threshold1 sallying forth ,with a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung1 ,a nutting-crook in hand2 and turned my steps ,tow'rd some far-distant wood1 a ,figure quaint1 ,tricked out in proud disguise of cast-off weeds ,which for that service had been husbanded1 ,by exhortation of my frugal ,dame-- ,motley accoutrement1 of power to smile ,at thorns1 and brakes1 and brambles1--and1 in truth1 ,more ragged than need was6 ,,ii4 ,o'er pathless rocks1 ,through beds of matted fern1 and tangled thickets1 ,forcing my way1 ,i came to one dear nook ,unvisited1 where not a broken bough ,drooped with its withered leaves1 ungracious sign ,of devastation2 but the hazels rose ,tall and erect1 with tempting clusters hung1 ,a virgin scene6--,a little while ,i stood1 ,breathing with such suppression of the heart ,as joy delights in2 and1 with wise restraint ,voluptuous1 fearless of a rival1 eyed ,the banquet2--or beneath the trees ,i sate ,among the flowers1 and with the flowers ,i played2 ,a temper known to those1 who1 after long ,and weary expectation1 have been blest ,with sudden happiness beyond all hope4 ,,iii4 ,perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves ,the violets of five seasons re-appear ,and fade1 unseen by any human eye2 ,where fairy water-breaks do murmur on ,forever2 and ,i saw the sparkling foam1 ,and--with my cheek on one of those green stones ,that1 fleeced with moss1 under the shady trees1 ,lay round me1 scattered like a flock of sheep-- ,i heard the murmur and the murmuring sound1 ,in that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay ,tribute to ease2 and1 of its joy secure1 ,the heart luxuriates with indifferent things1 ,wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones1 ,and on the vacant air4 ,,iv4 ,then up ,i rose1 ,and dragged to earth both branch and bough1 with crash ,and merciless ravage2 and the shady nook ,of hazels1 and the green and mossy bower1 ,deformed and sullied1 patiently gave up ,their quiet being3 and1 unless ,i now ,confound my present feelings with the past2 ,ere from the mutilated bower ,i turned ,exulting1 rich beyond the wealth of kings1 ,i felt a sense of pain when ,i beheld ,the silent trees1 and saw the intruding sky-- ,then1 dearest ,maiden1 move along these shades ,in gentleness of heart2 with gentle hand ,touch--for there is a spirit in the woods4 ,,william ,,wordsworth4 ,,the ,,dodson ,,family4 ,from ,mill on the ,floss4 ,,part ,i4 #a4 ,the ,dodsons were certainly a handsome family1 and ,mrs4 ,glegg was not the least handsome of the sisters4 ,as she sat in ,mrs4 ,tulliver's arm-chair1 no impartial observer could have denied that for a woman of fifty she had a very comely face and figure4 ,it is true she despised the advantages of costume1 for though1 as she often observed1 no woman had better clothes1 it was not her way to wear her new things out before her old ones4 ,other women1 if they liked1 might have their best thread-lace in every wash2 but when ,mrs4 ,glegg died1 it would be found that she had better lace laid by in the right-hand drawer of her wardrobe1 in the ,spotted ,chamber1 than ever ,mrs4 ,wooll of ,st4 ,ogg's had bought in her life1 although ,mrs4 ,wooll wore her lace before it was paid for4 #b4 ,so of her curled fronts3 to look out on the week-day world from under a crisp and glossy front1 would be to introduce a most dreamlike and unpleasant confusion between the sacred and the secular4 ,occasionally1 indeed1 ,mrs4 ,glegg wore one of her third-best fronts on a week-day visit1 but not at a sister's house2 especially not at ,mrs4 ,tulliver's1 who1 since her marriage1 had hurt her sisters' feelings greatly by wearing her own hair4 ,but ,bessy was always weak6 #c4 ,so if ,mrs4 ,glegg's front to-day was more fuzzy and lax than usual1 she had a design under it3 she intended the most pointed and cutting allusion to ,mrs4 ,tulliver's bunches of blond curls1 separated from each other by a due wave of smoothness on each side of the parting4 ,mrs4 ,tulliver had shed tears several times at sister ,glegg's unkindness on the subject of these unmatronly curls1 but the consciousness of looking the handsomer for them1 naturally administered support4 #d4 ,mrs4 ,glegg chose to wear her bonnet in the house to-day--untied and tilted slightly1 of course--a frequent practice of hers when she was on a visit1 and happened to be in a severe humor3 she didn't know what draughts there might be in strange houses4 ,for the same reason she wore a small sable tippet1 which reached just to her shoulders1 and was very far from meeting across her well-formed chest1 while her long neck was protected by a chevaux-de-frise of miscellaneous frilling4 ,one would need to be learned in the fashions of those times to know how far in the rear of them ,mrs4 ,glegg's slate-colored silk gown must have been2 but from certain constellations of small yellow spots upon it1 and a mouldy odor about it suggestive of a damp clothes-chest1 it was probable that it belonged to a stratum of garments just old enough to have come recently into wear4 #e4 ,mrs4 ,glegg held her large gold watch in her hand with the many-doubled chain round her fingers1 and observed to ,mrs4 ,tulliver1 who had just returned from a visit to the kitchen1 that whatever it might be by other people's clocks and watches1 it was gone half-past twelve by hers4 #f4 ,i don't know what ails sister ,pullet1 she continued4 ,it used to be the way in our family for one to be as early as another1--,i'm sure it was so in my poor father's time1--and not for one sister to sit half an hour before the others came4 ,but if the ways o' the family are altered1 it shan't be my fault--,i'll never be the one to come into a house when all the rest are going away4 ,i wonder at sister ,deane--she used to be more like me4 ,but if you'll take my advice1 ,bessy1 you'll put the dinner forrard a bit1 sooner than put it back1 because folks are late as ought to ha' known better4 #g4 ,oh dear1 there's no fear but what they'll be all here in time1 sister1 said ,mrs4 ,tulliver1 in her mild-peevish tone4 ,the dinner won't be ready till half-past one4 ,but if it's long for you to wait1 let me fetch you a cheesecake and a glass o' wine4 ,well1 ,bessy6 said ,mrs4 ,glegg1 with a bitter smile1 and a scarcely perceptible toss of her head1 ,i should ha' thought you'd known your own sister better4 ,i never did eat between meals1 and ,i'm not going to begin4 ,not but what ,i hate that nonsense of having your dinner at half-past one1 when you might have it at one4 ,you was never brought up in that way1 ,bessy4 #h4 ,why1 ,jane1 what can ,i do8 ,mr4 ,tulliver doesn't like his dinner before two o'clock1 but ,i put it half an hour earlier because o' you4 ,yes1 yes1 ,i know how it is with husbands--they're for putting everything off--they'll put the dinner off till after tea1 if they've got wives as are weak enough to give in to such work2 but it's a pity for you1 ,bessy1 as you haven't got more strength o' mind4 ,it'll be well if your children don't suffer for it4 ,and ,i hope you've not gone and got a great dinner for us4 ,a boiled joint1 as you could make broth of for the kitchen1 ,mrs4 ,glegg added1 in a tone of emphatic protest1 and a plain pudding1 with a spoonful o' sugar1 and no spice1 'ud be far more becoming4 #i4 ,with sister ,glegg in this humor1 there was a cheerful prospect for the day4 ,mrs4 ,tulliver never went the length of quarrelling with her1 but this point of the dinner was a tender one1 and not at all new1 so that she could make the same answer she had often made before4 ,mr4 ,tulliver says he always will have a good dinner for his friends while he can pay for it1 she said1 and he's a right to do as he likes in his own house1 sister4 #aj4 ,well1 ,bessy1 ,i can't leave your children enough out o' my savings1 to keep 'em from ruin4 ,and you mustn't look to having any o' ,mr4 ,glegg's money1 for it's well if ,i don't go first--he comes of a long-lived family2 and if he was to die and leave me well for my life1 he'd tie all the money up to go back to his own kin4 #aa4 ,the sound of wheels while ,mrs4 ,glegg was speaking was an interruption highly welcome to ,mrs4 ,tulliver1 who hastened out to receive sister ,pullet--it must be sister ,pullet1 because the sound was that of a four-wheel4 ,,part ,,ii4 #a4 ,sister ,pullet was in tears when the one-horse chaise stopped before ,mrs4 ,tulliver's door1 and it was apparently requisite that she should shed a few more before getting out1 for though her husband and ,mrs4 ,tulliver stood ready to support her1 she sat still and shook her head sadly1 as she looked through her tears at the vague distance4 ,why1 whativer is the matter1 sister8 said ,mrs4 ,tulliver4 #b4 ,there was no reply but a further shake of the head1 as ,mrs4 ,pullet slowly rose and got down from the chaise1 not without casting a glance at ,mr4 ,pullet to see that he was guarding her handsome silk dress from injury4 ,mr4 ,pullet was a small man with a high nose1 small twinkling eyes1 and thin lips1 in a fresh-looking suit of black and a white cravat1 that seemed to have been tied very tight on some higher principle than that of mere personal ease4 #c4 ,it is a pathetic sight and a striking example of the complexity introduced into the emotions by a high state of civilization--the sight of a fashionably drest female in grief4 ,perceiving that the tears are hurrying fast1 she unpins her strings and throws them languidly backward--a touching gesture1 indicative1 even in the deepest gloom1 of the hope in future dry moments when cap-strings will once more have a charm4 #d4 ,mrs4 ,pullet brushed each doorpost with great nicety1 about the latitude of her shoulders 7at that period a woman was truly ridiculous to an instructed eye if she did not measure a yard and a half across the shoulders71 and having done that1 sent the muscles of her face in quest of fresh tears as she advanced into the parlor where ,mrs4 ,glegg was seated4 #e4 ,well1 sister1 you're late2 what's the matter8 said ,mrs4 ,glegg1 rather sharply1 as they shook hands4 ,mrs4 ,pullet sat down--lifting up her mantle carefully behind1 before she answered-- ,she's gone4 ,died the day before yesterday1 an' her legs was as thick as my body1 she added1 with deep sadness1 after a pause4 ,they'd tapped her no end o' times1 and the water--they say you might ha' swum in it1 if you'd liked4 #f4 ,well1 ,sophy1 it's a mercy she's gone1 then1 whoever she may be1 said ,mrs4 ,glegg1 with the promptitude and emphasis of a mind naturally clear and decided2 but ,i can't think who you're talking of1 for my part4 ,but ,i know1 said ,mrs4 ,pullet1 sighing and shaking her head2 and there isn't another such a dropsy in the parish4 ,i know as its old ,mrs4 ,sutton o' the ,twentylands4 ,well1 she's no kin o' yours1 nor much acquaintance as ,i've ever heared of1 said ,mrs4 ,glegg1 who always cried just as much as was proper when anything happened to her own kin1 but not on other occasions4 #g4 ,she said to me1 when ,i went to see her last ,christmas1 she said1 ',mrs4 ,pullet1 if ever you have the dropsy1 you'll think o' me4' ,she did say so1 added ,mrs4 ,pullet1 beginning to cry bitterly again2 those were her very words4 ,and she's to be buried o' ,saturday1 and ,pullet's bid to the funeral4 ,sophy1 said ,mrs4 ,glegg1 unable any longer to contain her spirit of rational remonstrance--,sophy1 ,i wonder at you1 fretting and injuring your health about people as don't belong to you4 ,your poor father never did so1 nor your aunt ,frances neither1 nor any o' the family as ,i ever heard of4 ,you couldn't fret no more than this1 if we'd heared as our cousin ,abbott had died sudden without making his will4 #h4 ,mrs4 ,pullet was silent1 having to finish her crying1 and rather flattered than indignant at being upbraided for crying too much4 ,ah6 she sighed1 shaking her head at the idea that there were but few who could enter fully into her experiences4 ,sister1 ,i may as well go and take my bonnet off now4 ,did you see as the cap-box was put out8 she added1 turning to her husband4 ,mr4 ,pullet1 by an unaccountable lapse of memory1 had forgotten it1 and hastened out1 with a stricken conscience1 to remedy the omission4 #i4 ,they'll bring it up-stairs1 sister1 said ,mrs4 ,tulliver1 wishing to go at once1 for she was fond of going up-stairs with her sister ,pullet1 and looking thoroughly at her cap before she put it on her head1 and discussing millinery in general4 ,this was part of ,bessy's weakness1 that stirred ,mrs4 ,glegg's sisterly compassion3 ,bessy went far too well drest1 considering4 ,but when ,mrs4 ,pullet was alone with ,mrs4 ,tulliver up-stairs1 the remarks were naturally to the disadvantage of ,mrs4 ,glegg1 and they agreed1 in confidence1 that there was no knowing what sort of fright sister ,jane would come out next4 ,,george ,,eliot4 ,,after ,,the ,,march ,,rain4 ,i4 ,the ,cock is crowing1 ,the stream is flowing1 ,the small birds twitter1 ,the lake doth glitter1 ,the green field sleeps in the sun2 ,the oldest and youngest ,are at work with the strongest2 ,the cattle are grazing1 ,their heads never raising2 ,there are forty feeding like one6 ,,ii4 ,like an army defeated ,the snow hath retreated1 ,and now doth fare ill ,on the top of the bare hill2 ,the ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon3 ,there's joy in the mountains2 ,there's life in the fountains2 ,small clouds are sailing1 ,blue sky prevailing2 ,the rain is over and gone6 ,,william ,,wordsworth4 ,,chapter ,,iii4 ,,slide ,,in ,,volume4 ,,first ,,battles ,,of ,,the ,,revolution4 ,i4 #a4 ,we have cause for honest complacency1 that when the distant citizen of our own republic1 when the stranger from foreign lands1 inquires for the spots where the noble blood of the ,revolution began to flow1 where the first battle of that great and glorious contest was fought1 he is guided through the villages of ,middlesex1 to the plains of ,lexington and ,concord4 ,it is a commemoration of our soil1 to which ages1 as they pass1 will add dignity and interest2 till the names of ,lexington and ,concord in the annals of freedom1 will stand by the side of the most honorable names in ,roman or ,grecian story4 #b4 ,it was one of those great days1 one of those elemental occasions in the world's affairs1 when the people rise and act for themselves4 ,some organization and preparation had been made2 but from the nature of the case1 with scarce any effect on the events of that day4 #c4 ,it may be doubted whether there was an efficient order given1 the whole day1 to any body of men as large as a regiment4 ,it was the people1 in their first capacity1 as citizens and as freemen1 starting from their beds at midnight1 from their firesides and from their fields1 to take their own cause into their own hands4 #d4 ,such a spectacle is the height of the moral sublime2 when the want of everything is fully made up by the spirit of the cause1 and the soul within stands in place of discipline1 organization1 and resources4 ,in the prodigious efforts of a veteran army1 beneath the dazzling splendor of their array1 there is something revolting to the reflective mind4 #e4 ,the ranks are filled with the desperate1 the mercenary1 the depraved2 an iron slavery1 by the name of subordination1 merges the free will of one hundred thousand men in the unqualified despotism of one2 the humanity1 mercy1 and remorse1 which scarce ever desert the individual bosom1 are sounds without a meaning to that fearful1 ravenous1 irrational monster of prey1 a mercenary army4 ,it is hard to say who are most to be commiserated1 the wretched people on whom it is let loose1 or the still more wretched people whose substance has been sucked out to nourish it into strength and fury4 #f4 ,but in the efforts of the people1--of the people struggling for their rights1 moving1 not in organized1 disciplined masses1 but in their spontaneous action1 man for man1 and heart for heart1--there is something glorious4 ,they can then move forward without orders1 act together without combination1 and brave the flaming lines of battle1 without intrenchments to cover or walls to shield them4 #g4 ,no dissolute camp has worn off from the feelings of the youthful soldier the freshness of that home1 where his mother and his sister sit waiting1 with tearful eyes and aching hearts1 to hear good news from the wars2 no long service in the ranks of a conqueror has turned the veteran's heart into marble2 their valor springs not from recklessness1 from habit1 from indifference to the preservation of a life knit by no pledges to the life of others4 ,but in the strength and spirit of the cause alone they act1 they contend1 they bleed4 ,in this they conquer4 #h4 ,the people always conquer4 ,they always must conquer4 ,armies may be defeated1 kings may be overthrown1 and new dynasties imposed1 by foreign arms1 on an ignorant and slavish race1 that care not in what language the covenant of their subjection runs1 nor in whose name the deed of their barter and sale is made out4 ,but the people never invade2 and1 when they rise against the invader1 are never subdued4 #i4 ,if they are driven from the plains1 they fly to the mountains4 ,steep rocks and everlasting hills are their castles2 the tangled1 pathless thicket their palisado1 and ,god is their ally4 ,now he overwhelms the hosts of their enemies beneath his drifting mountains of sand2 now he buries them beneath a falling atmosphere of polar snows2 he lets loose his tempests on their fleets2 he puts a folly into their counsels1 a madness into the hearts of their leaders2 and never gave1 and never will give1 a final triumph over a virtuous and gallant people1 resolved to be free4 ,,edward ,,everett4 ,,the ,,antiquity ,,of ,,freedom4 ,i4 ,here are old trees--tall oaks and gnarled pines-- ,that stream with gray-green mosses2 here the ground ,was never trenched by spade1 and flowers spring up ,unsown1 and die ungathered4 ,,ii4 ,it is sweet ,to linger here1 among the flitting birds ,and leaping squirrels1 wandering brooks1 and winds ,that shake the leaves1 and scatter as they pass1 ,a fragrance from the cedars1 thickly set ,with pale blue berries4 ,in these peaceful shades-- ,peaceful1 unpruned1 immeasurably old-- ,my thoughts go up the long1 dim path of years1 ,back to the earliest days of liberty4 ,,iii4 ,o ,freedom1 thou art not1 as poets dream1 ,a fair young girl1 with light and delicate limbs1 ,and wavy tresses1 gushing from the cap ,with which the ,roman master crowned his slave ,when he took off the gyves4 ,a bearded man1 ,armed to the teeth1 art thou2 one mailed hand ,grasps the broad shield1 and one the sword2 thy brow1 ,glorious in beauty though it be1 is scarred ,with tokens of old wars2 thy massive limbs ,are strong with struggling4 ,,iv4 ,power at thee has launched ,his bolts1 and with his lightnings smitten thee2 ,they could not quench the life thou hast from ,heaven4 ,merciless power has dug thy dungeon deep1 ,and his swart armorers1 by a thousand fires1 ,have forged thy chain2 yet while he deems thee bound1 ,the links are shivered1 and the prison walls ,fall outward2 terribly thou springest forth1 ,as springs the flame above a burning pile ,and shoutest to the nations1 who return ,thy shoutings1 while the pale oppressor flies4 ,v4 ,thy birthright was not given by human hands2 ,thou wert twin-born with man4 ,in pleasant fields1 ,while yet our race was few1 thou sat'st with him1 ,to tend the quiet flock1 and watch the stars1 ,and teach the reed to utter simple airs4 ,thou1 by his side1 amid the tangled wood1 ,didst war upon the panther and the wolf1 ,his only foes2 and thou with him didst draw ,the earliest furrows on the mountain-side1 ,soft with the deluge4 ,,vi4 ,tyranny himself1 ,thy enemy1 although of reverend look1 ,hoary with many years1 and far obeyed1 ,is later born than thou2 and as he meets ,the grave defiance of thine elder eye1 ,the usurper trembles in his fastnesses4 ,,vii4 ,o1 not yet ,mayst thou unbrace thy corselet1 nor lay by ,thy sword2 nor yet1 ,o ,freedom1 close thy lids ,in slumber2 for thine enemy never sleeps1 ,and thou must watch and combat till the day ,of the new earth and heaven4 ,,viii4 ,but wouldst thou rest ,awhile from tumult and the frauds of men1 ,these old and friendly solitudes invite ,thy visit4 ,they1 while yet the forest trees ,were young upon the unviolated earth1 ,and yet the moss-stains on the rock were new1 ,beheld thy glorious childhood1 and rejoiced4 ,,william ,,cullen ,,bryant4 ,,national ,,bankruptcy4 ,,from ,a ,,speech ,,before ,,the ,,national ,,convention ,,of ,,france1 #aghi4 #a4 ,i hear much said of patriotism1 appeals to patriotism1 transports of patriotism4 ,gentlemen1 why prostitute this noble world8 ,is it so very magnanimous to give up a part of your income in order to save your whole property8 ,this is very simple arithmetic2 and he that hesitates1 deserves contempt rather than indignation4 #b4 ,yes1 gentlemen1 it is to your immediate self-interest1 to your most familiar notions of prudence and policy that ,i now appeal4 ,i say not to you now1 as heretofore1 beware how you give the world the first example of an assembled nation untrue to the public faith4 #c4 ,i ask you not1 as heretofore1 what right you have to freedom1 or what means of maintaining it1 if1 at your first step in administration1 you outdo in baseness all the old and corrupt governments4 ,i tell you1 that unless you prevent this catastrophe1 you will all be involved in the general ruin2 and that you are yourselves the persons most deeply interested in making the sacrifices which the government demands of you4 #d4 ,i exhort you1 then1 most earnestly1 to vote these extraordinary supplies2 and ,god grant they may prove sufficient6 ,vote1 then1 ,i beseech you2 for1 even if you doubt the expediency of the means1 you know perfectly well that the supplies are necessary1 and that you are incapable of raising them in any other way4 ,vote them at once1 for the crisis does not admit of delay2 and1 if it occurs1 we must be responsible for the consequences4 #e4 ,beware of asking for time4 ,misfortune accords it never4 ,while you are lingering1 the evil day will come upon you4 ,why1 gentlemen1 it is but a few days since1 that upon occasion of some foolish bustle in the ,palais ,royal1 some ridiculous insurrection that existed nowhere but in the heads of a few weak or designing individuals1 we were told with emphasis1 ,catiline is at the gates of ,rome1 and yet we deliberate4 #f4 ,we know1 gentlemen1 that this was all imagination4 ,we are far from being at ,rome2 nor is there any ,catiline at the gates of ,paris4 ,but now are we threatened with a real danger2 bankruptcy1 national bankruptcy1 is before you2 it threatens to swallow up your persons1 your property1 your honor1--and yet you deliberate4 ,,mirabeau4 ,,the ,,lantern ,,bearers4 #a4 ,these boys congregated every autumn about a certain easterly fisher-village1 where they tasted in a high degree the glory of existence4 ,the place was created seemingly on purpose for the diversion of young gentlemen4 ,a street or two of houses1 mostly red and many of them tiled2 a number of fine trees clustered about the manse and the kirkyard1 and turning the chief street into a shady alley2 many little gardens more than usually bright with flowers2 nets a-drying1 and fisher-wives scolding in the backward parts2 a smell of fish1 a genial smell of seaweed2 whiffs of blowing sand at the street corners2 shops with golf-balls and bottled lollipops2 such1 as well as memory serves me1 were the ingredients of the town4 #b4 ,these1 you are to conceive posted on a spit between two sandy bays1 and sparsely flanked with villas--enough for the boys to lodge in with their subsidiary parents1 not enough 7not yet enough7 to cocknify the scene2 a haven in the rocks in front3 in front of that1 a file of gray islets2 to the left1 endless links and sand wreaths1 a wilderness of hiding-holes1 alive with popping rabbits and soaring gulls3 to the right1 a range of seaward crags1 one rugged brow beyond another2 the ruins of a mighty and ancient fortress on the brink of one2 coves between--now charmed into sunshine quiet1 now whistling with wind and clamorous with bursting surges2 the dens and sheltered hollows redolent of thyme and southernwood1 the air at the cliff's edge brisk and clean and pungent of the sea--in front of all1 the ,bass ,rock1 tilted seaward like a doubtful bather1 the surf ringing it with white1 the solan-geese hanging round its summit like a great and glittering smoke4 #c4 ,this choice piece of seaboard was sacred1 besides1 to the wrecker2 and the ,bass1 in the eye of fancy1 still flew the colors of ,king ,james2 and in the ear of fancy the arches of ,tantallon still rang with horse-shoe iron1 and echoed to the commands of ,bell--the--,cat4 #d4 444 ,but what my memory dwells upon the most was a sport peculiar to the place1 and indeed to a week or so of our two months' holiday there4 ,maybe it still flourishes in its native spot2 for boys and their pastimes are swayed by periodic forces inscrutable to man2 so that tops and marbles reappear in their due season1 regular like the sun and moon2 and the harmless art of knuckle-bones has seen the fall of the ,roman empire and the rise of the ,united ,states4 #e4 ,it may still flourish in its native spot1 but nowhere else1 ,i am persuaded2 for ,i tried myself to introduce it on ,tweed-side1 and was defeated lamentably2 its charm being quite local1 like a country wine that cannot be exported4 #f4 ,the idle manner of it was this3 ,toward the end of ,september1 when school-time was drawing near and the nights were already black1 we would begin to sally from our respective villas1 each equipped with a tin bull's-eye lantern4 ,the thing was so well known that it had worn a rut in the commerce of ,great ,britain2 and the grocers1 about the due time1 began to garnish their windows with our particular brand of luminary4 ,we wore them buckled to the waist upon a cricket belt1 and over them1 such was the rigour of the game1 a buttoned top-coat4 ,they smelled noisomely of blistered tin2 they never burned aright1 though they would always burn our fingers2 their use was naught2 the pleasure of them merely fanciful2 and yet a boy with a bull's-eye under his top-coat asked for nothing more4 #g4 ,the fishermen used lanterns about their boats1 and it was from them1 ,i suppose1 that we had got the hint2 but theirs were not bull's-eyes1 nor did we ever play at being fishermen4 ,the police carried them at their belts1 and we had plainly copied them in that2 yet we did not pretend to be policemen4 ,burglars1 indeed1 we may have had some haunting thoughts of2 and we had certainly an eye to past ages when lanterns were more common1 and to certain story-books in which we had found them to figure very largely4 ,but take it for all in all1 the pleasure of the thing was substantive1 and to be a boy with a bull's-eye under his top-coat was good enough for us4 #h4 ,when two of these asses met1 there would be an anxious ,have you got your lantern8 and a gratified ,yes6 ,that was the shibboleth1 and very needful too2 for1 as it was the rule to keep our glory contained1 none could recognize a lantern bearer1 unless 7like the pole-cat7 by the smell4 ,four or five would sometimes climb into the belly of a ten-man lugger1 with nothing but the thwarts above them--for the cabin was usually locked1 or choose out some hollow of the links where the wind might whistle overhead4 ,there the coats would be unbuttoned and the bull's-eyes discovered2 and in the chequering glimmer1 under the huge windy hall of the night1 and cheered by a rich steam of toasting tinware1 these fortunate young gentlemen would crouch together in the cold sands of the links or on the scaly bilges of the fishing-boat1 and delight themselves with inappropriate talk4 #i4 ,woe is me that ,i may not give some specimens--some of their foresights of life1 or deep inquiries into the rudiments of man and nature1 these were so fiery and so innocent1 they were so richly silly1 so romantically young4 ,but the talk at any rate was but a condiment2 and these gatherings themselves only accidents in the career of the lantern bearer4 ,the essence of this bliss was to walk by yourself in the black night2 the slide shut1 the top-coat buttoned2 not a ray escaping1 whether to conduct your footsteps or to make your glory public3 a mere pillar of darkness in the dark2 and all the while1 deep down in the privacy of your fool's heart1 to know you had a bull's-eye at your belt1 and to exult and sing over the knowledge4 ,,robert ,,louis ,,stevenson4 ,,tarpeia4 ,woe3 lightly to part with one's soul as the sea with its foam6 ,woe to ,tarpeia1 ,tarpeia1 daughter of ,rome6 ,lo1 now it was night1 with the moon looking chill as she went3 ,it was morn when the innocent stranger strayed into the tent4 ,the hostile ,sabini were pleased1 as one meshing a bird2 ,she sang for them there in the ambush3 they smiled as they heard4 ,her sombre hair purpled in gleams1 as she leaned to the light2 ,all day she had idled and feasted1 and now it was night4 ,the chief sat apart1 heavy-browed1 brooding elbow on knee2 ,the armlets he wore were thrice royal1 and wondrous to see3 ,exquisite artifice1 work of barbaric design1 ,frost's fixed mimicry2 orbic imaginings fine ,in sevenfold coils3 and in orient glimmer from them1 ,the variform voluble swinging of gem upon gem4 ,and the glory thereof sent fever and fire to her eye4 ,i had never such trinkets6 she sighed1--like a lute was her sigh4 ,were they mine at the plea1 were they mine for the token1 all told1 ,now the citadel sleeps1 now my father the keeper is old1 ,if ,i go by the way that ,i know1 and thou followest hard1 ,if yet at the touch of ,tarpeia the gates be unbarred8 ,the chief trembled sharply for joy1 then drew rein on his soul3 ,of all this arm beareth ,i swear ,i will cede thee the whole4 ,and up from the nooks of the camp1 with hoarse plaudit outdealt1 ,the bearded ,sabini glanced hotly1 and vowed as they knelt1 ,bare-stretching the wrists that bore also the glowing great boon3 ,yea6 surely as over us shineth the lurid low moon1 ,not alone of our lord1 but of each of us take what he hath6 ,too poor is the guerdon1 if thou wilt but show us the path6 ,her nostril upraised1 like a fawn's on the arrowy air1 ,she sped1 in a serpentine gleam to the precipice stair4 ,they climbed in her traces1 they closed on their evil swift star3 ,she bent to the latches1 and swung the huge portal ajar4 ,repulsed where they passed her1 half-tearful for wounded belief1 ,the bracelets6 she pleaded4 ,then faced her1 the leonine chief1 ,and answered her3 ,even as ,i promised1 maid-merchant1 ,i do4 ,down from his dark shoulder the baubles he sullenly drew4 ,this left arm shall nothing begrudge thee4 ,accept4 ,find it sweet4 ,give1 too1 ,o my brothers6 ,the jewels he flung at her feet1 ,the jewels hard heavy2 she stooped to them1 flushing with dread1 ,but the shield he flung after3 it clanged on her beautiful head4 ,like the ,apennine bells when the villagers' warnings begin1 ,athwart the first lull broke the ominous din upon din2 ,with a ,hail1 benefactress6 upon her they heaped in their zeal ,death3 agate and iron2 death3 chrysoprase1 beryl and steel4 ',neath the outcry of scorn1 'neath the sinewy tension and hurl1 ,the moaning died slowly1 and still they massed over the girl ,a mountain of shields6 and the gemmy hight tangle in links1 ,a torrent-like gush1 pouring out on the grass from the chinks1 ,pyramidal gold6 the sumptuous monument won ,by the deed they had loved her for1 doing1 and loathed her for1 done4 ,such was the wage that they paid her1 such the acclaim3 ,all ,rome was aroused with the thunder that buried her shame4 ,on surged the ,sabini to battle4 ,o you that aspire6 ,tarpeia the traitor had fill of her woman's desire4 ,woe3 lightly to part with one's soul as the sea with its foam6 ,woe to ,tarpeia1 ,tarpeia1 daughter of ,rome6 ,,louise ,,imogen ,,guiney4 ,,the ,,bells4 ,i4 ,hear the sledges with the bells-- ,silver bells4 ,what a world of merriment their melody foretells6 ,how they tinkle1 tinkle1 tinkle1 ,in the icy air of night6 ,while the stars that oversprinkle ,all the heavens1 seem to twinkle ,with a crystalline delight1 ,keeping1 time1 time1 time1 ,in a sort of ,runic rhyme1 ,to the tintinnabulation that so musically wells ,from the bells1 bells1 bells1 bells1 ,bells1 bells1 bells-- ,from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells4 ,,ii4 ,hear the mellow wedding bells1 ,golden bells6 ,what a world of happiness their harmony foretells6 ,through the balmy air of night ,how they ring out their delight6 ,from the molten-golden notes1 ,all in tune1 ,what a liquid ditty floats ,to the turtle dove that listens1 while she gloats ,on the moon6 ,oh1 from out the sounding cells1 ,what a gush of euphony voluminously wells6 ,how it swells1 ,how it dwells ,on the ,future6 how it tells ,of the rapture that impels ,to the swinging and the ringing ,of the bells1 bells1 bells1 ,of the bells1 bells1 bells1 bells1 ,bells1 bells1 bells-- ,to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells6 ,,iii4 ,hear the loud alarum bells-- ,brazen bells6 ,what a tale of terror now1 their turbulency tells6 ,in the startled air of night ,how they scream out their affright6 ,too much horrified to speak1 ,they can only shriek1 shriek1 ,out of tune1 ,in a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire4 ,in a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire1 ,leaping higher1 higher1 higher1 ,with a desperate desire1 ,and a resolute endeavor ,now--now to sit1 or never1 ,by the side of the pale-faced moon4 ,oh1 the bells1 bells1 bells6 ,what a tale their terror tells ,of despair6 ,how they clang1 and clash1 and roar6 ,what a horror they outpour ,on the bosom of the palpitating air6 ,yet the ear1 it fully knows1 ,by the twanging ,and the clanging1 ,how the danger ebbs and flows2 ,yet the ear distinctly tells1 ,in the jangling ,and the wrangling1 ,how the danger sinks and swells1 ,by the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-- ,of the bells-- ,of the bells1 bells1 bells1 bells1 ,bells1 bells1 bells-- ,in the clamor and the clangor of the bells6 ,,iv4 ,hear the tolling of the bells-- ,iron bells6 ,what a world of solemn thought their monody compels ,in the silence of the night1 ,how we shiver with affright ,with the melancholy menace of their tone6 ,for every sound that floats ,from the rust within their throats ,is a groan4 ,and the people--ah1 the people-- ,they that dwell up in the steeple1 ,all alone1 ,and who tolling1 tolling1 tolling1 ,in that muffled monotone1 ,feel a glory in so rolling ,on the human heart a stone-- ,they are neither man nor woman-- ,they are neither brute nor human-- ,they are ,ghouls3 ,and their king it is who tolls2 ,and he rolls1 rolls1 rolls1 ,rolls ,a paean from the bells6 ,and his merry bosom swells ,with the paean of the bells6 ,and he dances1 and he yells1 ,keeping time1 time1 time1 ,in a sort of ,runic rhyme1 ,to the paean of the bells-- ,of the bells3 ,keeping time1 time1 time1 ,in a sort of ,runic rhyme1 ,to the throbbing of the bells-- ,of the bells1 bells1 bells-- ,to the sobbing of the bells1 ,keeping time1 time1 time1 ,as he knells1 knells1 knells1 ,in a happy ,runic rhyme1 ,to the rolling of the bells-- ,of the bells1 bells1 bells1 ,to the tolling of the bells-- ,of the bells1 bells1 bells1 bells2 ,bells1 bells1 bells-- ,to the moaning and the groaning of the bells6 ,e4 ,a4 ,,poe4 ,,the ,,temperance ,,question4 #a4 ,some men look upon this temperance cause as a whining bigotry1 narrow asceticism1 or a vulgar sentimentality1 fit for little minds1 weak women1 and weaker men4 ,on the contrary1 ,i regard it as second only to one or two others of the primary reforms of the age1 and for this reason3 every race has its peculiar temptation2 every clime has its specific sin4 #b4 ,the tropics and tropical races are tempted to one form of sensuality2 the colder and temperate regions1 and our ,saxon blood1 find their peculiar temptation in the stimulus of drink and food4 ,in old times our heaven was a drunken revel4 ,we relieve ourselves from the over-weariness of constant and exhausting toil by intoxication4 ,science has brought a cheap means of drunkenness within the reach of every individual4 #c4 ,national prosperity and free institutions have put into the hands of almost every workman the means of being drunk for a week on the labor of two or three hours4 ,with that blood and that temptation1 we have adopted democratic institutions1 where the law has no sanctions but the purpose and virtue of the masses4 ,the statute book rests not on bayonets1 as in ,europe1 but on the hearts of the people4 #d4 ,a drunken people can never be the basis of a free government4 ,it is the corner-stone neither of virtue1 prosperity1 nor progress4 ,to us1 therefore1 the title-deeds of whose estates1 and the safety of whose lives depend upon the tranquility of the streets1 upon the virtue of the masses1 the presence of any vice which brutalizes the average mass of mankind1 and tends to make it more readily the tool of intriguing and corrupt leaders1 is necessarily a stab at the very life of the nation4 ,against such a vice is marshalled the ,temperance ,reformation4 #e4 ,that my sketch is no fancy picture every one of you knows4 ,every one of you can glance back over your own path1 and count many and many a one among those who started from the goal at your side1 with equal energy and perhaps greater promise1 who has found a drunkard's grave long before this4 ,the brightness of the bar1 the ornament of the pulpit1 the hope and blessing and stay of many a family--you know1 every one of you who has reached middle life1 how often on your path you set up the warning1 ,fallen before the temptations of the street6 #f4 ,hardly one house in this city1 whether it be full and warm with all the luxury of wealth1 or whether it find hard1 cold maintenance by the most earnest economy2 no matter which--hardly a house that does not count among sons or nephews some victim of this vice4 ,the skeleton of this warning sits at every board4 ,the whole world is kindred in this suffering4 ,the country mother launches her boy with trembling upon the temptations of city life2 the father trusts his daughter anxiously to the young man she has chosen1 knowing what a wreck intoxication may make of the house-tree they set up4 #g4 ,alas6 how often are their worst forebodings more than fulfilled6 ,i have known a case--probably many of you recall some almost equal to it--where one worthy woman could count father1 brother1 husband1 and son-in-law all drunkards--no man among her near kindred1 except her son1 who was not a victim of this vice4 ,like all other appetites1 this finds resolution weak when set against the constant presence of temptation4 ,,wendell ,,phillips4 ,,sheridan',s ,,ride4 ,i4 ,up from the ,south at break of day1 ,bringing to ,winchester fresh dismay1 ,the affrighted air with a shudder bore1 ,like a herald in haste1 to the chieftain's door1 ,the terrible grumble and rumble and roar1 ,telling the battle was on once more1 ,and ,sheridan--twenty miles away6 ,,ii4 ,and wilder still those billows of war ,thundered along the horizon's bar2 ,and louder yet into ,winchester rolled ,the roar of that red sea uncontrolled1 ,making the blood of the listener cold1 ,as he thought of the stake in that fiery fray1 ,and ,sheridan--twenty miles away6 ,,iii4 ,but there is a road from ,winchester town1 ,a good1 broad highway leading down2 ,and there1 through the flush of the morning light1 ,a steed as black as the steeds of night1 ,was seen to pass as with eagle flight-- ,as if he knew the terrible need1 ,he stretched away with the utmost speed2 ,hills rose and fell--but his heart was gay1 ,with ,sheridan fifteen miles away6 ,,iv4 ,still sprung from those swift hoofs1 thundering ,south1 ,the dust1 like the smoke from the cannon's mouth1 ,or the trail of a comet sweeping faster and faster1 ,foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster2 ,the heart of the steed and the heart of the master ,were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls1 ,impatient to be where the battlefield calls2 ,every nerve of the charger was strained to full play1 ,with ,sheridan only ten miles away6 ,v4 ,under his spurning feet the road ,like an arrowy ,alpine river flowed1 ,and the landscape sped away behind ,like an ocean flying before the wind2 ,and the steed1 like a bark fed with furnace ire1 ,swept on with his wild eyes full of fire4 ,but lo6 he is nearing his heart's desire-- ,he is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray1 ,with ,sheridan only five miles away6 ,,vi4 ,the first that the ,general saw were the groups ,of stragglers1 and then the retreating troops2 ,what was done--what to do--a glance told him both1 ,then striking his spurs with a muttered oath1 ,he dashed down the line 'mid a storm of huzzahs1 ,and the wave of retreat checked its course there1 because ,the sight of the master compelled it to pause4 ,with foam and with dust the black charger was gray2 ,by the flash of his eye1 and his red nostril's play1 ,he seemed to the whole great army to say1 ,i have brought you ,sheridan all the way ,from ,winchester down to save the day6 ,,vii4 ,hurrah1 hurrah for ,sheridan6 ,hurrah1 hurrah for horse and man6 ,and when their statues are placed on high1 ,under the dome of the ,union sky-- ,the ,american soldier's temple of ,fame1-- ,there1 with the glorious ,general's name1 ,be it said in letters both bold and bright3 ,here is the steed that saved the day1 ,by carrying ,sheridan into the fight ,from ,winchester--twenty miles away6 ,t4 ,b4 ,,read4 ,,to ,a ,,pupil4 ,is reform needed8 ,is it through you8 ,the greater the reform needed1 the greater the ,personality you need to accomplish it4 ,you6 do you not see how it would serve to have eyes1 blood1 complexion1 clean and sweet8 ,do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and soul that when you enter the crowd an atmosphere of desire and command enters with you1 and every one is impressed with your ,personality8 ,o the magnet6 the flesh over and over6 ,go dear friend1 if need be give up all else and commence to-day to inure yourself to pluck1 reality1 self-esteem1 definiteness1 elevatedness1 ,rest not till you rivet and publish yourself of your own ,personality4 ,,walt ,,whitman4 ,,chapter ,,iv4 ,,forming ,,pictures4 ,,the ,,pickwickians ,,on ,,ice4 #a4 ,now1 said ,wardle1 after a substantial lunch1 with the agreeable items of strong beer and cherry-brandy1 had been done ample justice to1 what say you to an hour on the ice8 ,we shall have plenty of time4 ,capital6 said ,mr4 ,benjamin ,allen4 ,prime6 ejaculated ,mr4 ,bob ,sawyer4 ,you skate1 of course1 ,winkle8 said ,wardle4 #b4 ,ye--yes2 oh1 yes6 replied ,mr4 ,winkle4 ,i--am rather out of practice4 ,oh1 do skate1 ,mr4 ,winkle1 said ,arabella4 ,i like to see it so much6 ,oh1 it is so graceful6 said another young lady4 ,a third young lady said it was elegant1 and a fourth expressed her opinion that it was swan-like4 #c4 ,i should be very happy1 ,i am sure1 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 reddening2 but ,i have no skates4 ,this objection was at once overruled4 ,trundle had got a couple of pair1 and the fat boy announced that there were half a dozen more down-stairs2 whereat ,mr4 ,winkle expressed exquisite delight1 and looked exquisitely uncomfortable4 #d4 ,old ,wardle led the way to a pretty large sheet of ice2 and1 the fat boy and ,mr4 ,weller having shovelled and swept away the snow which had fallen on it during the night1 ,mr4 ,bob ,sawyer adjusted his skates with a dexterity which to ,mr4 ,winkle was perfectly marvellous1 and described circles with his left leg1 and cut figures of eight1 and inscribed upon the ice1 without once stopping for breath1 a great many other pleasant and astonishing devices1 to the excessive satisfaction of ,mr4 ,pickwick1 ,mr4 ,tupman1 and the ladies2 which reached a pitch of positive enthusiasm when old ,wardle and ,benjamin ,allen1 assisted by the aforesaid ,bob ,sawyer1 performed some mystic evolutions1 which they called a reel4 #e4 ,all this time ,mr4 ,winkle1 with his face and hands blue with the cold1 had been forcing a gimlet into the soles of his feet1 and putting his skates on with the points behind1 and getting the straps into a very complicated and entangled state1 with the assistance of ,mr4 ,snodgrass1 who knew rather less about skates than a ,hindoo4 ,at length1 however1 with the assistance of ,mr4 ,weller1 the unfortunate skates were firmly screwed and buckled on1 and ,mr4 ,winkle was raised to his feet4 #f4 ,now1 then1 sir1 said ,sam1 in an encouraging tone1 off with you1 and show 'em how to do it4 ,stop1 ,sam1 stop6 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 trembling violently1 and clutching hold of ,sam's arms with the grasp of a drowning man4 ,how slippery it is1 ,sam6 ,not an uncommon thing upon ice1 sir1 replied ,mr4 ,weller4 ,hold up1 sir4 ,this last observation of ,mr4 ,weller's bore reference to a demonstration ,mr4 ,winkle made1 at the instant1 of a frantic desire to throw his feet in the air1 and dash the back of his head on the ice4 #g4 ,these--these--are very awkward skates1 ain't they1 ,sam8 inquired ,mr4 ,winkle1 staggering4 ,i'm afeered there's an orkard gen'lm'n in 'em1 sir1 replied ,sam4 ,now1 ,winkle1 cried ,mr4 ,pickwick1 quite unconscious that there was anything the matter4 ,come2 the ladies are all anxiety4 ,yes1 yes1 replied ,mr4 ,winkle with a ghastly smile1 ,i'm coming4 ,just a-goin' to begin1 said ,sam1 endeavoring to disengage himself4 ,now1 sir1 start off4 #h4 ,stop an instant1 ,sam1 gasped ,mr4 ,winkle1 clinging most affectionately to ,mr4 ,weller4 ,i find ,i've got a couple of coats at home that ,i don't want1 ,sam4 ,you may have them1 ,sam4 ,thankee1 ,sir1 replied ,mr4 ,weller4 ,never mind touching your hat1 ,sam1 said ,mr4 ,winkle hastily4 ,you needn't take your hand away to do that4 ,i meant to have given you five shillings this morning for a ,christmas-box1 ,sam4 ,i'll give it to you this afternoon1 ,sam4 ,you're wery good1 sir1 replied ,mr4 ,weller4 ,just hold me at first1 ,sam1 will you8 said ,mr4 ,winkle4 ,there1 that's right4 ,i shall soon get in the way of it1 ,sam4 ,not too fast1 ,sam2 not too fast6 #i4 ,mr4 ,winkle stooping forward1 with his body half doubled up1 was being assisted over the ice by ,mr4 ,weller1 in a very singular and un-swan-like manner1 when ,mr4 ,pickwick most innocently shouted from the opposite bank1-- ,sam6 ,sir8 said ,mr4 ,weller4 ,here6 ,i want you4 ,let go1 sir1 said ,sam2 don't you hear the governor a-callin'8 ,let go1 sir4 #aj4 ,with a violent effort ,mr4 ,weller disengaged himself from the grasp of the agonized ,pickwickian2 and1 in so doing1 administered a considerable impetus to the unhappy ,mr4 ,winkle4 ,with an accuracy which no degree of dexterity or practice could have insured1 that unfortunate gentleman bore swiftly down into the centre of the reel1 at the very moment when ,mr4 ,bob ,sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty4 ,mr4 ,winkle struck wildly against him1 and with a loud crash they fell heavily down4 ,mr4 ,pickwick ran to the spot4 ,bob ,sawyer had risen to his feet2 but ,mr4 ,winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind in skates4 ,he was seated on the ice1 making spasmodic efforts to smile2 but anguish was depicted on every lineament of his countenance4 #aa4 ,are you hurt8 inquired ,mr4 ,benjamin ,allen with great anxiety4 ,not much1 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 rubbing his back very hard4 ,i wish you would let me bleed you1 said ,mr4 ,benjamin ,allen with great eagerness4 ,no1 thank you1 replied ,mr4 ,winkle hurriedly4 ,i really think you had better1 said ,mr4 ,allen4 ,thank you1 replied ,mr4 ,winkle1 ,i'd rather not4 ,what do you think1 ,mr4 ,pickwick8 inquired ,bob ,sawyer4 #ab4 ,mr4 ,pickwick was excited and indignant4 ,he beckoned to ,mr4 ,weller1 and said in a stern voice1 ,take his skates off4 ,no2 but really ,i had scarcely begun1 remonstrated ,mr4 ,winkle4 ,take his skates off1 repeated ,mr4 ,pickwick firmly4 ,the command was not to be resisted4 ,mr4 ,winkle allowed ,sam to obey it in silence4 ,lift him up1 said ,mr4 ,pickwick4 ,sam assisted him to rise4 #ac4 ,mr4 ,pickwick retired a few paces apart from the by-standers2 and1 beckoning his friend to approach1 fixed a searching look upon him1 and uttered in a low but distinct and emphatic tone1 these remarkable words3 ,you're a humbug1 sir4 ,a what8 said ,mr4 ,winkle1 starting4 ,a humbug1 sir4 ,i will speak plainer if you wish it4 ,an imposter1 sir4 ,with these words ,mr4 ,pickwick turned slowly on his heel1 and rejoined his friends4 #ad4 ,while ,mr4 ,pickwick was delivering himself of the sentiment just recorded1 ,mr4 ,weller and the fat boy1 having by their joint endeavors cut out a slide1 were exercising themselves thereupon in a very masterly and brilliant manner4 ,sam ,weller1 in particular1 was displaying that beautiful feat of fancy sliding1 which is currently denominated knocking at the cobbler's door1 and which is achieved by skimming over the ice on one foot1 and occasionally giving a twopenny postman's knock upon it with the other4 ,it was a good long slide2 and there was something in the motion which ,mr4 ,pickwick1 who was very cold with standing still1 could not help envying4 #ae4 ,it looks a nice warm exercise1 that1 doesn't it8 he inquired of ,wardle1 when that gentleman was thoroughly out of breath by reason of the indefatigable manner in which he had converted his legs into a pair of compasses1 and drawn complicated problems on the ice4 ,ah1 it does1 indeed1 replied ,wardle4 ,do you slide8 ,i used to do so on the gutters1 when ,i was a boy1 replied ,mr4 ,pickwick4 ,try it now1 said ,wardle4 ,oh1 do please1 ,mr4 ,pickwick6 cried all the ladies4 ,i should be very happy to afford you any amusement1 replied ,mr4 ,pickwick2 but ,i haven't done such a thing these thirty years4 #af4 ,pooh6 pooh6 nonsense6 said ,wardle1 dragging off his skates with the impetuosity which characterized all his proceedings4 ,here6 ,i'll keep you company2 come along4 ,and away went the good-tempered old fellow down the slide with a rapidity which came very close upon ,mr4 ,weller1 and beat the fat boy all to nothing4 ,mr4 ,pickwick paused1 considered1 pulled off his gloves1 and put them in his hat1 took two or three short runs1 balked himself as often1 and at last took another run1 and went slowly and gravely down the slide1 with his feet about a yard and a quarter apart1 amidst the gratified shouts of all the spectators4 #ag4 ,keep the pot a-bilin'1 sir1 said ,sam2 and down went ,wardle again1 and then ,mr4 ,pickwick1 and then ,sam1 and then ,mr4 ,winkle1 and then ,mr4 ,bob ,sawyer1 and then the fat boy1 and then ,mr4 ,snodgrass1 following closely upon each other's heels1 and running after each other with as much eagerness as if all their future prospects in life depended on their expedition4 #ah4 ,it was the most intensely interesting thing to observe the manner in which ,mr4 ,pickwick performed his share in the ceremony2 to watch the torture of anxiety with which he viewed the person behind gaining upon him at the imminent hazard of tripping him up2 to see him gradually expend the painful force which he had put on at first1 and turn slowly round on the slide1 with his face towards the point from which he started2 to contemplate the playful smile which mantled on his face when he had accomplished the distance1 and the eagerness with which he turned round when he had done so1 and ran after his predecessor1 his black gaiters tripping pleasantly through the snow1 and his eyes beaming cheerfulness and gladness through his spectacles4 ,and when he was knocked down1 7which happened upon the average every third round71 it was the most invigorating sight that could possibly be imagined1 to behold him gather up his hat1 gloves1 and handkerchief with a glowing countenance1 and resume his station in the rank with an ardor and enthusiasm which nothing could abate4 #ai4 ,the sport was at its height1 the sliding was at the quickest1 the laughter was at the loudest1 when a sharp1 smart crack was heard4 ,there was a quick rush towards the bank1 a wild scream from the ladies1 and a shout from ,mr4 ,tupman4 ,a large mass of ice disappeared1 the water bubbled up over it1 and ,mr4 ,pickwick's hat1 gloves1 and handkerchief were floating on the surface2 and this was all of ,mr4 ,pickwick that anybody could see4 #bj4 ,dismay and anguish were depicted on every countenance2 the males turned pale1 and the females fainted2 ,mr4 ,snodgrass and ,mr4 ,winkle grasped each other by the hand1 and gazed at the spot where their leader had gone down1 with frenzied eagerness2 while ,mr4 ,tupman1 by way of rendering the promptest assistance1 and at the same time conveying to any person who might be within hearing the clearest possible notion of the catastrophe1 ran off across the country at his utmost speed1 screaming ,fire6 with all his might and main4 #ba4 ,it was at this very moment1 when old ,wardle and ,sam ,weller were approaching the hole with cautious steps and ,mr4 ,benjamin ,allen was holding a hurried consultation with ,mr4 ,bob ,sawyer on the advisability of bleeding the company generally1 as an improving little bit of professional practice1--it was at this very moment that a face1 head1 and shoulders emerged from beneath the water1 and disclosed the features and spectacles of ,mr4 ,pickwick4 #bb4 ,keep yourself up for an instant1 for only one instant1 bawled ,mr4 ,snodgrass4 ,yes--do3 let me implore you--for my sake1 roared ,mr4 ,winkle1 deeply affected4 ,the adjuration was rather unnecessary2 the probability being1 that1 if ,mr4 ,pickwick had not decided to keep himself up for anybody else's sake1 it would have occurred to him that he might as well do so for his own4 ,do you feel the bottom there1 old fellow8 said ,wardle4 ,yes--certainly1 replied ,mr4 ,pickwick1 wringing the water from his head and face1 and gasping for breath4 ,i fell upon my back4 ,i couldn't get on my feet at first4 #bc4 ,the clay upon so much of ,mr4 ,pickwick's coat as was yet visible bore testimony to the accuracy of this statement2 and1 as the fears of the spectators were still further relieved by the fat boy's suddenly recollecting that the water was nowhere more than five feet deep1 prodigies of valor were performed to get him out4 ,after a vast quantity of splashing and cracking and struggling1 ,mr4 ,pickwick was at length fairly extricated from his unpleasant situation1 and once more stood on dry land4 #bd4 ,mr4 ,pickwick was wrapped up1 and started off for home1 presenting the singular phenomenon of an elderly gentleman dripping wet1 and without a hat1 with his arms bound down to his sides1 skimming over the ground without any clearly defined purpose1 at the rate of six good ,english miles an hour4 ,,charles ,,dickens4 ,,the ,,realm ,,of ,,fancy4 ,i4 ,ever let the ,fancy roam2 ,pleasure never is at home3 ,at a touch sweet ,pleasure melteth1 ,like to bubbles when rain pelteth2 ,then let winged ,fancy wander ,through the thought still spread beyond her3 ,open wide the mind's cage-door1 ,she'll dart forth1 and cloudward soar4 ,,ii4 ,o sweet ,fancy6 let her loose2 ,summer's joys are spoilt by use1 ,and the enjoying of the ,spring ,fades as does its blossoming2 ,autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too1 ,blushing through the mist and dew1 ,cloys with tasting3 ,what do then8 ,sit thee by the ingle1 when ,the sear faggot blazes bright1 ,spirit of a winter's night2 ,when the soundless earth is muffled1 ,and the caked snow is shuffled ,from the ploughboy's heavy shoon2 ,when the ,night doth meet the ,noon ,in a dark conspiracy ,to banish ,even from her sky4 ,,iii4 ,sit thee there1 and send abroad1 ,with a mind self-overaw'd1 ,fancy1 high-commission'd3--send her6 ,she has vassals to attend her3 ,she will bring1 in spite of frost1 ,beauties that the earth hath lost2 ,she will bring thee1 all together1 ,all delights of summer weather2 ,all the buds and bells of ,may1 ,from dewy sward of thorny spray2 ,all the heaped ,autumn's wealth1 ,with a still1 mysterious stealth3 ,,iv4 ,she will mix these pleasures up ,like three fit wines in a cup1 ,and thou shalt quaff it3--thou shalt hear ,distant harvest-carols clear2 ,rustle of the reaped corn2 ,sweet birds antheming the morn3 ,and1 in the same moment--hark6 ',tis the early ,april lark1 ,or the rooks1 with busy caw1 ,foraging for sticks and straw4 ,v4 ,thou shalt1 at one glance1 behold ,the daisy and the marigold2 ,white-plumed lilies1 and the first ,hedge-grown primrose that hath burst2 ,shaded hyacinth1 alway ,sapphire queen of the mid-,may2 ,and every leaf1 and every flower ,pearled with the self-same shower4 ,,vi4 ,thou shalt see the field-mouse peep ,meagre from its celled sleep2 ,and the snake all winter-thin ,cast on sunny bank its skin2 ,freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see ,hatching in the hawthorn-tree1 ,when the hen-bird's wing doth rest ,quiet on her mossy nest2 ,then the hurry and alarm ,when the bee-hive casts its swarm2 ,acorns ripe down-pattering1 ,while the autumn breezes sing4 ,,vii4 ,oh1 sweet ,fancy6 let her loose2 ,everything is spoilt by use3 ,where's the cheek that doth not fade1 ,too much gazed at8 ,where's the maid ,whose lip mature is ever new8 ,where's the eye1 however blue1 ,doth not weary8 ,where's the face ,one would meet in every place8 ,where's the voice1 however soft1 ,one would hear so very oft8 ,at a touch sweet ,pleasure melteth ,like to bubbles when rain pelteth4 ,,viii4 ,let then winged ,fancy find ,thee a mistress to thy mind3 ,dulcet-eyed as ,ceres' daughter1 ,ere the ,god of ,torment taught her ,how to frown and how to chide2 ,with a waist and with a side ,white as ,hebe's1 when her zone ,slipt its golden clasp1 and down ,fell her kirtle to her feet1 ,while she held the goblet sweet1 ,and ,jove grew languid4--,break the mesh ,of the ,fancy's silken leash2 ,quickly break her prison-string1 ,and such joys as these she'll bring4 --,let the winged ,fancy roam1 ,pleasure never is at home4 ,j4 ,,keats4 ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,naseby4 ,i4 ,oh1 wherefore come ye forth1 in triumph from the north1 ,with your hands1 and your feet1 and your raiment all red8 ,and wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout8 ,and whence be the grapes of the wine-press which we tread8 ,,ii4 ,oh1 evil was the root1 and bitter was the fruit1 ,and crimson was the juice of the vintage that ye trod2 ,for we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong1 ,who sat in the high places1 and slew the saints of ,god4 ,,iii4 ,it was about the noon of a glorious day in ,june1 ,that we saw their banner's dance1 and their cuirasses shine3 ,and the ,man of ,blood was there1 with his long essenced hair1 ,and ,astley1 and ,sir ,marmaduke1 and ,rupert of the ,rhine4 ,,iv4 ,like a servant of the ,lord1 with his ,bible and his sword1 ,the general rode along us1 to form us to the fight1 ,when a murmuring sound broke out1 and swelled into a shout1 ,among the godless horsemen1 upon the tyrant's right4 ,v4 ,and1 hark6 like the roar of the billows on the shore1 ,the cry of battle rises along their charging line6 ,for ,god6 for the ,cause6 for the ,church6 for the ,laws6 ,for ,charles1 king of ,england1 and ,rupert of the ,rhine6 ,,vi4 ,the furious ,german comes1 with his clarions and his drums1 ,his bravoes of ,alsatia1 and pages of ,whitehall2 ,they are bursting on our flanks4 ,grasp your pikes1 close your ranks1 ,for ,rupert never comes but to conquer or to fall4 ,,vii4 ,they are here6 ,they rush on6 ,we are broken6 ,we are gone6 ,our left is borne before them like stubble on the blast4 ,o ,lord1 put forth thy might6 ,o ,lord1 defend the right6 ,stand back to back1 in ,god's name1 and fight it to the last4 ,,viii4 ,stout ,skippon hath a wound2 the center hath given ground2 ,hark6 hark6 ,what means this trampling of horsemen in our rear8 ,whose banner do ,i see1 boys8 ',tis he1 thank ,god6 'tis he1 boys4 ,bear up another minute3 brave ,oliver is here4 ,,ix4 ,their heads all stooping low1 their points all in a row1 ,like a whirlwind on the trees1 like a deluge on the dykes2 ,our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the ,accurst1 ,and at a shock have scattered the forest of his pikes4 ,x4 ,fast1 fast1 the gallants ride1 in some safe nook to hide ,their coward heads1 predestined to rot on ,temple ,bar2 ,and he--he turns1 he flies3--shame on those cruel eyes ,that bore to look on torture1 and dare not look on war4 ,,lord ,,macaulay4 ,,the ,,glories ,,of ,,morning4 #a4 ,i had occasion1 a few weeks since1 to take the early train from ,providence to ,boston2 and for this purpose rose at two o'clock in the morning4 ,everything around was wrapt in darkness and hushed in silence1 broken only by what seemed at that hour the unearthly clank and rush of the train4 ,it was a mild1 serene1 midsummer's night--the sky was without a cloud--the winds were whist4 ,the moon1 then in the last quarter1 had just risen1 and the stars shone with a spectral lustre but little affected by her presence4 ,jupiter two hours high1 was the herald of the day2 the ,pleiades1 just above the horizon1 shed their sweet influence in the east2 ,lyra sparkled near the zenith2 the steady pointers1 far beneath the pole1 looked meekly up from the depths of the north to their sovereign4 #b4 ,such was the glorious spectacle as ,i entered the train4 ,as we proceeded1 the timid approach of twilight became more perceptible2 the intense blue of the sky began to soften2 the smaller stars1 like little children1 went first to rest2 the sister-beams of the ,pleiades soon melted together2 but the bright constellations of the west and north remained unchanged4 ,steadily the wondrous transfiguration went on4 ,hands of angels1 hidden from mortal eyes1 shifted the scenery of the heavens2 the glories of night dissolved into the glories of dawn4 #c4 ,the blue sky now turned more softly gray2 the great watch-stars shut up their holy eyes2 the east began to kindle4 ,faint streaks of purple soon blushed along the sky2 the whole celestial concave was filled with the inflowing tides of the morning light1 which came pouring down from above in one great ocean of radiance2 till at length1 as we reached the ,blue ,hills1 a flash of purple fire blazed out from above the horizon1 and turned the dewy tear-drops of flower and leaf into rubies and diamonds4 ,in a few seconds1 the everlasting gates of the morning were thrown wide open1 and the lord of day1 arrayed in glories too severe for the gaze of man1 began his state4 #d4 ,i do not wonder at the superstition of the ancient ,magians1 who in the morning of the world went up to the hill-tops of ,central ,asia1 and1 ignorant of the true ,god1 adored the most glorious work of his hand4 ,but ,i am filled with amazement1 when ,i am told1 that1 in this enlightened age and in the heart of the ,christian world1 there are persons who can witness this daily manifestation of the power and wisdom of the ,creator1 and yet say in their hearts1 ,there is no ,god4 ,,edward ,,everett4 ,,the ,,chambered ,,nautilus4 ,i4 ,this is the ship of pearl1 which1 poets feign1 ,sails the unshadowed main1-- ,the venturous bark that flings ,on the sweet summer wind its purple wings ,in gulfs enchanted1 where the siren sings1 ,and coral reefs lie bare1 ,where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair4 ,,ii4 ,its webs of living gauze no more unfurl1-- ,wrecked is the ship of pearl6 ,and every chambered cell1 ,where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell1 ,as the frail tenant shaped his growing shell1 ,before thee lies revealed1-- ,its irised ceiling rent1 its sunless crypt unsealed6 ,,iii4 ,year after year beheld the silent toil ,that spread his lustrous coil2 ,still1 as the spiral grew1 ,he left the past year's dwelling for the new1 ,stole with soft step its shining archway through1 ,built up its idle door1 ,stretched in his last-found home1 and knew the old no more4 ,,iv4 ,thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee1 ,child of the wandering sea1 ,cast from her lap forlorn6 ,from thy dead lips a clearer note is borne ,than ever ,triton blew from wreathed horn6 ,while on mine ear it rings1 ,through the deep caves of thought ,i hear a voice that sings3 ,v4 ,build thee more stately mansions1 ,o my soul1 ,as the swift seasons roll6 ,leave thy low-vaulted past6 ,let each new temple1 nobler than the last1 ,shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast1 ,till thou at length art free1 ,leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea6 ,o4 ,w4 ,,holmes4 ,,autumn4 #a4 ,once more ,i am upon this serene hill-top6 ,the air is very clear1 very still1 and very solemn or1 rather1 tenderly sad1 in its serene brightness4 ,it is not that moist spring air1 full of the smell of wood1 of the soil1 and of the odor of vegetation1 which warm winds bring to us from the south4 #b4 ,it is not that summer atmosphere1 full of alternations of haze and fervent clearness1 as if ,nature were calling into life every day some influence for its myriad children2 sometimes in showers1 and sometimes with coercive heat upon root and leaf2 and1 like a universal task-master1 was driving up the hours to accomplish the labors of the year4 #c4 ,no6 ,in these autumn days there is a sense of leisure and of meditation4 ,the sun seems to look down upon the labors of its fiery hands with complacency4 ,be satisfied1 ,o seasonable ,sun6 ,thou hast shaped an ample year1 and art garnering up harvests which well may swell thy rejoicing heart with gracious gladness4 #d4 ,one who breaks off in summer1 and returns in autumn to the hills1 needs almost to come to a new acquaintance with the most familiar things4 ,it is another world2 or it is the old world a-masquerading2 and you halt1 like one scrutinizing a disguised friend1 between the obvious dissemblance and the subtile likeness4 #e4 ,southward of our front door there stood two elms1 leaning their branches toward each other1 forming a glorious arch of green4 ,now1 in faint yellow1 they grow attenuated and seem as if departing2 they are losing their leaves and fading out of sight1 as trees do in twilight4 ,yonder1 over against that young growth of birch and evergreen1 stood1 all summer long1 a perfect maple-tree1 rounded out on every side1 thick with luxuriant foliage1 and dark with greenness1 save when the morning sun1 streaming through it1 sent transparency to its very heart4 #f4 ,now it is a tower of gorgeous red4 ,so sober and solemn did it seem all summer1 that ,i should think as soon to see a prophet dancing at a peasant's holiday1 as it transfigured to such intense gayety6 ,its fellows1 too1 the birches and the walnuts1 burn from head to foot with fires that glow but never consume4 #g4 ,but these holiday hills6 ,have the evening clouds1 suffused with sunset1 dropped down and become fixed into solid forms8 ,have the rainbows that followed autumn storms faded upon the mountains and left their mantles there8 ,yet1 with all their brilliancy1 how modest do they seem2 how patient when bare1 or burdened with winter2 how cheerful when flushed with summer-green1 and how modest when they lift up their wreathed and crowned heads in the resplendent days of autumn6 #h4 ,i stand alone upon the peaceful summit of this hill1 and turn in every direction4 ,the east is all a-glow2 the blue north flushes all her hills with radiance2 the west stands in burnished armor2 the southern hills buckle the zone of the horizon together with emeralds and rubies1 such as were never set in the fabled girdle of the gods6 ,of gazing there cannot be enough4 ,the hunger of the eye grows by feeding4 #i4 ,only the brotherhood of evergreens--the pine1 the cedar1 the spruce1 and the hemlock--refuse to join this universal revel4 ,they wear their sober green through autumn and winter1 as if they were set to keep open the path of summer through the whole year1 and girdle all seasons together with a clasp of endless green4 #aj4 ,but in vain do they give solemn examples to the merry leaves which frolic with every breeze that runs sweet riot in the glowing shades4 ,gay leaves will not be counselled1 but will die bright and laughing4 ,but both together--the transfigured leaves of deciduous trees and the calm unchangeableness of evergreens--how more beautiful are they than either alone6 ,the solemn pine brings color to the cheek of the beeches1 and the scarlet and golden maples rest gracefully upon the dark foliage of the million-fingered pine4 #aa4 ,lifted far above all harm of fowler or impediment of mountain1 wild fowl are steadily flying southward4 ,the simple sight of them fills the imagination with pictures4 ,they have all summer long called to each other from the reedy fens and wild oat-fields of the far north4 ,summer is already extinguished there4 #ab4 ,winter is following their track1 and marching steadily toward us4 ,the spent flowers1 the seared leaves1 the thinning tree-tops1 the morning frost1 have borne witness of a change on earth2 and these caravans of the upper air confirm the tidings4 ,summer is gone2 winter is coming6 #ac4 ,the wind has risen to-day4 ,it is not one of those gusty1 playful winds that frolic with the trees4 ,it is a wind high up in air1 that moves steadily1 with a solemn sound1 as if it were the spirit of summer journeying past us2 and1 impatient of delay1 it does not stoop to the earth1 but touches the tops of the trees1 with a murmuring sound1 sighing a sad farewell and passing on4 #ad4 ,such days fill one with pleasant sadness4 ,how sweet a pleasure is there in sadness6 ,it is not sorrow2 it is not despondency2 it is not gloom6 ,it is one of the moods of joy4 ,at any rate ,i am very happy1 and yet it is sober1 and very sad happiness4 ,it is the shadow of joy upon the soul6 ,i can reason about these changes4 ,i can cover over the dying leaves with imaginations as bright as their own hues2 and1 by ,christian faith1 transfigure the whole scene with a blessed vision of joyous dying and glorious resurrection4 #ae4 ,but what then8 ,such thoughts glow like evening clouds1 and not far beneath them are the evening twilights1 into whose dusk they will soon melt away4 ,and all communions1 and all admirations1 and all associations1 celestial or terrene1 come alike into a pensive sadness1 that is even sweeter than our joy4 ,it is the minor key of our thoughts4 ,,henry ,,ward ,,beecher4 ,,midsummer4 ,i4 ,around this lovely valley rise ,the purple hills of ,paradise4 ,o1 softly on yon banks of haze ,her rosy face the ,summer lays6 ,becalmed along the azure sky1 ,the argosies of ,cloudland lie1 ,whose shores1 with many a shining rift1 ,far off their pearl-white peaks uplift4 ,,ii4 ,through all the long midsummer day ,the meadow-sides are sweet with hay4 ,i seek the coolest sheltered seat1 ,just where the field and forest meet1-- ,where grow the pine trees tall and bland1 ,the ancient oaks austere and grand1 ,and fringy roots and pebbles fret ,the ripples of the rivulet4 ,,iii4 ,i watch the mowers1 as they go ,through the tall grass a white-sleeved row4 ,with even stroke their scythes they swing1 ,in tune their merry whetstones ring4 ,behind1 the nimble youngsters run1 ,and toss the thick swaths in the sun4 ,the cattle graze1 while1 warm and still1 ,slopes the broad pasture1 basks the hill1 ,and bright1 where summer breezes break1 ,the green wheat crinkles like a lake4 ,,iv4 ,the butterfly and humble bee ,come to the pleasant woods with me2 ,quickly before me runs the quail1 ,her chickens skulk behind the rail2 ,high up the lone wood-pigeon sits1 ,and the woodpecker pecks and flits1 ,sweet woodland music sinks and swells1 ,the brooklet rings its tinkling bells1 ,the swarming insects drone and hum1 ,the partridge beats his throbbing drum1 ,the squirrel leaps among the boughs1 ,and chatters in his leafy house1 ,the oriole flashes by2 and1 look6 ,into the mirror of the brook1 ,where the vain bluebird trims his coat1 ,two tiny feathers fall and float4 ,v4 ,as silently1 as tenderly1 ,the down of peace descends on me4 ,o1 this is peace6 ,i have no need ,of friend to talk1 of book to read4 ,a dear ,companion here abides2 ,close to my thrilling heart ,he hides2 ,the holy silence is ,his voice3 ,i lie and listen and rejoice4 ,j4 ,t4 ,,trowbridge ,,the ,,kitten ,,and ,,falling ,,leaves4 ,i4 ,that way look1 my ,infant1 lo6 ,what a pretty baby-show6 ,see the ,kitten on the wall1 ,sporting with the leaves that fall1 ,withered leaves--one--two--and three-- ,from the lofty elder-tree6 ,,ii4 ,through the calm and frosty air ,of this morning bright and fair1 ,eddying round and round they sink ,slowly1 slowly3 one might think1 ,from the motions that are made1 ,every little leaf conveyed ,sylph or ,faery hither tending1-- ,to this lower world descending1 ,each invisible and mute1 ,in his wavering parachute4 ,,iii4 --,but the ,kitten1 how she starts1 ,crouches1 stretches1 paws1 and darts6 ,first at one1 and then its fellow ,just as light and just as yellow2 ,there are many now--now one-- ,now they stop and there are none4 ,what intenseness of desire ,in her upward eye of fire6 ,,iv4 ,with a tiger-leap half-way ,now she meets the coming prey1 ,lets it go as fast1 and then ,has it in her power again3 ,now she works with three or four1 ,like an ,indian conjurer2 ,quick as he in feats of art1 ,far beyond in joy of heart4 ,v4 ,were her antics played in the eye ,of a thousand standers-by1 ,clapping hands with shout and stare1 ,what would little ,tabby care ,for the plaudits of the crowd8 ,over happy to be proud1 ,over wealthy in the treasure ,of her own exceeding pleasure6 ,,vi4 ,such a light of gladness breaks1 ,pretty ,kitten6 from thy freaks1-- ,spreads with such a living grace ,o'er my little ,dora's face2 ,yes1 the sight so stirs and charms ,thee1 ,baby1 laughing in my arms1 ,that almost ,i could repine ,that your transports are not mine1 ,that ,i do not wholly fare ,even as ye do1 thoughtless pair6 ,and ,i will have my careless season ,spite of melancholy reason1 ,will walk through life in such a way ,that1 when time brings on decay1 ,now and then ,i may possess ,hours of perfect gladsomeness4 ,,vii4 --,pleased by any random toy2 ,by a kitten's busy joy1 ,or an infant's laughing eye ,sharing in the ecstasy2 ,i would fare like that or this1 ,find my wisdom in my bliss2 ,keep the sprightly soul awake1 ,and have faculties to take1 ,even from things by sorrow wrought1 ,matter for a jocund thought1 ,spite of care1 and spite of grief1 ,to gambol with ,life's falling ,leaf4 ,,william ,,wordsworth4 ,,summer ,,storm4 ,i4 ,untremulous in the river clear1 ,toward the sky's image1 hangs the imaged bridge2 ,so still the air that ,i can hear ,the slender clarion of the unseen midge2 ,out of the stillness1 with a gathering creep1 ,like rising wind in leaves1 which now decreases1 ,now lulls1 now swells1 and all the while increases1 ,the huddling trample of a drove of sheep ,tilts the loose planks1 and then as gradually ceases ,in dust on the other side2 life's emblem deep1 ,a confused noise between two silences1 ,finding at last in dust precarious peace4 ,,ii4 ,on the wide marsh the purple-blossomed grasses ,soak up the sunshine2 sleeps the brimming tide1 ,save when the wedge-shaped wake in silence passes ,of some slow water-rat1 whose sinuous glide ,wavers the long green sedge's shade from side to side2 ,but up the west1 like a rock-shivered surge1 ,climbs a great cloud edged with sun-whitened spray2 ,huge whirls of foam boil toppling o'er its verge1 ,and falling still it seems1 and yet it climbs alway4 ,,iii4 ,suddenly all the sky is hid ,as with the shutting of a lid1 ,one by one great drops are falling ,doubtful and slow1 ,down the pane they are crookedly crawling1 ,and the wind breathes low2 ,slowly the circles widen on the river1 ,widen and mingle1 one and all2 ,here and there the slenderer flowers shiver1 ,struck by an icy rain-drop's fall4 ,,iv4 ,now on the hills ,i hear the thunder mutter1 ,the wind is gathering in the west2 ,the upturned leaves first whiten and flutter1 ,then droop to a fitful rest2 ,up from the stream with sluggish flap ,struggles the gull and floats away2 ,nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap1 ,we shall not see the sun go down to-day3 ,now leaps the wind on the sleepy marsh1 ,and tramples the grass with terrified feet1 ,the startled river turns leaden and harsh4 ,you can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat4 ,v4 ,look6 look6 that livid flash6 ,and instantly follows the rattling thunder1 ,as if some cloud-crag1 split asunder1 ,fell1 splintering with a ruinous crash1 ,on the ,earth1 which crouches in silence under2 ,and now a solid gray wall of rain ,shuts off the landscape1 mile by mile2 ,for a breath's space ,i see the blue wood again1 ,and1 ere the next heart-beat1 the wind-hurled pile1 ,that seemed but now a league aloof1 ,bursts crackling o'er the sun-parched roof2 ,against the windows the storm comes dashing1 ,through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing1 ,the blue lightning flashes1 ,the rapid hail clashes1 ,the white waves are tumbling1 ,and1 in one baffled roar1 ,like the toothless sea mumbling ,a rock-bristled shore1 ,the thunder is rumbling ,and crashing and crumbling1-- ,will silence return never more8 ,,vi4 ,hush6 ,still as death1 ,the tempest holds his breath ,as from a sudden will2 ,the rain stops short1 but from the eaves ,you see it drop1 and hear it from the leaves1 ,all is so bodingly still2 ,again1 now1 now1 again ,plashes the rain in heavy gouts1 ,the crinkled lightning ,seems ever brightening1 ,and loud and long ,again the thunder shouts ,his battle-song1-- ,one quivering flash1 ,one wildering crash1 ,followed by silence dead and dull1 ,as if the cloud1 let go1 ,leapt bodily below ,to whelm the earth in one mad overthrow1 ,and then a total lull4 ,,vii4 ,gone1 gone1 so soon6 ,no more my half-crazed fancy there ,can shape a giant in the air1 ,no more ,i see his streaming hair1 ,the writhing portent of his form2 ,the pale and quiet moon ,makes her calm forehead bare1 ,and the last fragments of the storm1 ,like shattered rigging from a fight at sea1 ,silent and few1 are drifting over me4 ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell4 ,,jaques' ,,seven ,,ages ,,of ,,man4 ,all the world's a stage1 ,and all the men and women merely players3 ,they have their exits1 and their entrances2 ,and one man in his time plays many parts1 ,his acts being seven ages4 ,at first1 the infant1 ,mewling and puking in the nurse's arms4 ,and then1 the whining school-boy1 with his satchel1 ,and shining morning face1 creeping1 like snail1 ,unwillingly to school4 ,and then the lover1 ,sighing like furnace1 with a woeful ballad ,made to his mistress' eyebrow4 ,then the soldier1 ,full of strange oaths1 and bearded like a pard1 ,jealous in honor1 sudden and quick in quarrel1 ,seeking the bubble reputation ,even in the cannon's mouth4 ,and then1 the justice1 ,in fair round belly1 with good capon lin'd1 ,with eyes severe1 and beard of formal cut1 ,full of wise saws and modern instances1 ,and so he plays his part4 ,the sixth age shifts ,into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon1 ,with spectacles on nose1 and pouch on side2 ,his youthful hose well sav'd1 a world too wide ,for his shrunk shank2 and his big manly voice1 ,turning again toward childish treble1 pipes ,and whistles in his sound4 ,last scene of all1 ,that ends this strange1 eventful 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