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whether the name of religion or of liberty, the effects are the same; it inspires a spirit that is unconquerable, and solicitous to undergo difficulty, danger, and hardship; and as long as there is a man in America, a being formed such as we are, you will have him present himself against you in the field.
6. The war in France is of another sort; the war in France is a war of interest. It was her interest first induced her to engage in it, and it is by that interest she will measure its continuance.
CHARLES JAMES Fox.
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabers bare,
All the world wondered !
Shattered and sundered.
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Volleyed and thundered :
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
All the world wondered.
Noble six hundred !
A. TENNYSON. LXXXIV.-HEARTY READING.
URIOSITY is a passion very favorable to the love of
study, and a passion very susceptible of increase by cultivation. Sound travels so many feet in a second; and light travels so many feet in a second. Nothing more probable: but you do not care how light and sound travel. . Very likely: but make yourself care; get up, shake yourself well, pretend to care, make believe to care, and very soon you will care, and care so much, that you will sit for hours thinking about light and sound, and be extremely angry with any one who interrupts you in your pursuits; and tolerate no other conversation but about light and sound; and catch yourself plaguing everybody to death who approaches you, with the discussion of these subjects.
2. I am sure that a man ought to read as he would grasp a nettle: do it lightly, and you get molested; grasp it with all your strength, and you feel none of its asperities. There is nothing so horrible as languid study; when you sit looking at the clock, wishing the time was over, or that somebody would call on you and put you out of your misery. The only way to read with any efficacy, is to read so heartily, that dinner-time comes two hours before you expected it.
3. To sit with your Livy before you, and hear the geese cackling that saved the Capitol; and to see with your own eyes the Carthaginian sutlers gathering up the rings of the Roman knights after the battle of Cannæ, and heaping them into bushels; and to be so intimately present at the actions you are reading of, that when anybody knocks at the door, it will take you two or three seconds to determine whether you are in your own study, or in the plains of Lombardy, looking at Hannibal's weather-beaten face, and admiring the splendor of his single eye; this is the only kind of study which is not tiresome; and almost the only kind which is not useless: this is the knowledge
which gets into the system, and which a man carries about and uses like his limbs, without perceiving that it is extraneous, weighty, or inconvenient.
LXXXV.—THE TENT-SCENE BETWEEN
BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.
ASSIUS. That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Brutus. You wronged yourself, to write in such a case.
Cas. At such a time as this, it is not meet
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm?
Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
Cas. Chastisement ?
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Cas. Brutus, bay not me:
Older in practice, abler than yourself
Bru. Go to! you're not, Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more: I shall forget myself:
Cas. Must I endure all this?
Bru. All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break. Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor? You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth; yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say you are a better soldier ;
Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may
do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;