Chapter IX.
"Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair."—Shakespeare.
"In the meantime, as Durandarte says in the Cave of Montesinos, 'Patience, and shuffle the cards.'"—Byron.
"The silver-footed queen."—Milton.
"Now glowed the firmament with living sapphires:
Hesperus, that led the starry host, rode brightest,
Till the moon, rising in clouded majesty, at length,
Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw."—Id.
"While overhead the moon
Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth
Wheels her pale course."—Id.
"A work, concludes the well-nigh enthusiastic reviewer, interesting alike to the antiquary, the historian, and the philosophic thinker."—Carlyle.
"His attitude, we will hope and believe, is that of a man who had said to Cant, Begone; and to Dilettanteism, Here thou canst not be; and to Truth , Be thou in place of all men; a man who had manfully defied the 'time-prince,' or devil, to his face; nay, perhaps, Hannibal-like, was mysteriously consecrated from birth to that warfare, and now stood minded to wage the same, by all weapons, in all places, at all times. In such a cause, any soldier, were he but a Polack Scytheman, shall be welcome."—Id.
"A wreath, twine a wreath for the loyal and true
Who, for the sake of the many, dared stand with the few."—Morse.
"The dreadful Sagittary
Appalls our numbers; haste we, Diomed,
To re-enforcement, or we perish all."—Shakespeare.
"Since the time of John Milton, no braver heart had beat in any English bosom than Samuel Johnson now bore. No Giant Despair appalls this pilgrim; he works resolutely for deliverance, in still defiance steps resolutely along."—Carlyle.
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