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. Stormed at with shot and shell, Rode the six hundred. IV. Flashed all their sabers bare, Flashed as they turned in air, All the world wondered! Reeled from the saber-stroke, Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back; but not Not the six hundred. V. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered: Left of six hundred. VI. When can their glory fade? A. TENNYSON. LXXXIV. HEARTY READING. URIOSITY is a passion very favorable to the love of CUR 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 30 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. SYDNEY SMITH. LXXXV. THE TENT-SCENE BETWEEN CASSI YASSIUS. That you have wronged me doth appear in this: You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein, my letters (praying on his side, Because I knew the man) were slighted off. Brutus. You wronged yourself, to write in such a case. That every nice offense should bear its comment. To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Cas. Brutus, bay not me: I'll not endure it. You forget yourself, To hedge me in: I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself er! To make conditions. Bru. Go to! you're not, Cassius. Cas. I am. Bru. I say you are not. Cas. Urge me no more: I shall forget myself: Have mind upon your health: tempt me no further. Cas. Is 't possible! Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? 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? You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, Cus. Is it come to this? Bru. You say you are a better soldier; Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said an elder soldier, not a better. Did I say better? Bru. If you did, I care not. Cus. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not! Bru. No. Cas. What! Durst not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durst not. 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. |