They Talk About Their Pilgrim Blood, Their

It Is Curious For One Who Studies The Action And Reaction Of National Literature On Each Other, To See The Humor Of Swift And Sterne And Fielding, After Filtering Through Richter, Reappear In Carlyle With A Tinge Of Germanism That Makes It Novel, Alien, Or Even Displeasing, As The Case May Be, To The English Mind.

We Kind O' Thought Christ Went Agin War An' Pillage.

And Blessed Are The Horny Hands Of Toil.

Men! Whose Boast It Is That Ye Come Of Fathers Brave And Free, If There Breathe On Earth A Slave, Are Ye Truly Free And Brave?

The Foolish And The Dead Alone Never Change Their Opinions.