Die Fabel ist der Liebe Heimatwelt, / Gern wohnt sie unter Feen, Talismanen, / Glaubt gern an Götter, weil sie göttlich ist—Fable is love’s native world, is fain to dwell among fairies and talismans, and to believe in gods, being herself divine.

The Corinthian exiles had been actively coöperating with Agesilaus against Corinth. He ventured to disclose his melancholy situation, and conjured the emperor to hasten to the relief of his unhappy rival. Colonel Ludlow, who was also a member of Parliament, protested that it was time that the country laid to heart the blood spilt, and the rapine perpetrated by commission from the king, and to consider whether the justice of God could be satisfied, or His wrath appeased, if they granted an act of oblivion as the king demanded. The troops, therefore, could render no assistance towards an assault further than to establish a battery on a little piece of ground which was discovered above water. We know nothing of the efforts which the first inhabitants—Sumerians and Semites—had to make in order to control the waters and to bring the land under culture: the most ancient monuments exhibit them as already possessors of the soil, and in a forward state of civilization.* Their chief cities were divided into two groups: one in the south, in the neighbourhood of the sea; the other in a northern direction, in the region where the Euphrates and Tigris are separated from each other by merely a narrow strip of land.

“I am convinced that we Russians must die or conquer,” he concluded, conscious—as were others—after the words were uttered that his remarks were too enthusiastic and emphatic for the occasion and were therefore awkward. On the 11th I returned to Washington and, on the day after, orders were published by the War Department placing me in command of all the armies. I had met them when I was Civil Service Commissioner and Assistant Secretary of the Navy. The people showed no enthusiasm in flocking to the royal banner, the arms and ammunition did not arrive from York, and the royal arms had received a severe repulse at Coventry. When I was shot at Milwaukee, Seth Bullock wired an inquiry to which I responded that it was all right, that the weapon was merely “a .38 on a .45 frame.” The telegram in some way became public, and puzzled outsiders.

But Cato, at first a new and unknown man, whom all we who aspire to the same honors consider as a pattern to lead us on to industry and virtue, was undoubtedly at liberty to enjoy his repose at Tusculum, a most salubrious and convenient retreat. But the experience of the world, from China to Britain, has exposed the vain attempt of fortifying any extensive tract of country. “A cup of vodka for the men from me,” he added so that the soldiers could hear. Sic leve, sic parvum est, animum quod laudis avarum / Subruit ac reficit—So light, so insignificant a thing is that which casts down or revives a soul that is greedy of praise. The caveat emptor side of the law, like the caveat emptor side of business, seemed to me repellent; it did not make for social fair dealing.

But the countess would not agree to his going; he had had a bad leg all these last days. We’d jump the life to come. From the yard I went into the kitchen, got some dough from the cook, and crawled under the kitchen table. “I peg of you yourself not to mix in vot is not your business!” suddenly replied the irate colonel. I mean not externally, for this would be inadequate to the smallest fault, in a soul that God is about to purify radically.

The title of the picture was “His Favorite Author.” This was the old fellow whom I always used to keep in mind.