BOOK THE FIRST
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CHAPTER I.
The Hero
IN John Lyly’s “Endymion,” Sir Topas is made to say: “Dost thou know what a poet is? Why, fool, a poet is as much as one should say,—a poet!” And thou, reader, dost thou know what a hero is? Why, a hero is as much as one should say,—a hero! Some romance-writers, however, say much more than this. Nay, the old Lombard, Matteo Maria Bojardo, set all the church-bells in Scandiano ringing, merely because he had found a name for one of his heroes. Here, also, shall church-bells be rung, but more solemnly.
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection,—itself a broader shadow. We look forward