Volume II Part 39 (1/2)
”Methinks, Babbalanja, you savor of the mysterious parchment, in Vivenza read:--Ha? Yes, philosopher, these are the men, who toppled castles to ht for freedom, but find it despotism to rule themselves These, Babbalanja, are of the race, to who he drained his cup
”My lord, that last sentiment decides the authorshi+p of the scroll
But, with deference, tyrants seldoood Yet will these people soon have a tyrant over the they cleave to war Of many javelins, one must prove a scepter; of --Refill, my lord”
”Fools, fools!” cried Media, ”these tribes hate us kings; yet know not, that Peace is War against all kings We seldom are undone by spears, which are our ”
”Ha, now's the ti Ay, ay, ht
Break the spears, and free the nations Kings reap the harvests that wave on battle-fields And oft you kings do snatch the aloe-flohose slow blosso mankind watches for a hundred years--Say on, my lord”
”All this I know; and, therefore, rest content My children's children will be kings; though, haply, called by other titles Mardi grows fastidious in names: we royalties will humor it The steers would burst their yokes, but have not hands The whole herd rears and plunges, but soon will bow again: the old, old way!”
”Yet, in Porpheero, strong scepters have been wrested from anointed hands Mankind seeood;--they always have; yet still we've reigned, son after sire Sometimes they slay us, Babbalanja; pour out our marrow, as I this wine; but they spill no kinless blood
'Twas justly held of old, that but to touch a eance is a royal ghost; and regicides but father slaves Thrones, not scepters, have been broken Mohi, what of the past? Has it not ever proved so?”
”Pardon, ed 'Tis held, that deht divine In Vivenza's land, they swear the last kings now reign in Mardi”
”Is the last day at hand, old ray; but, Yoohty change be seen Old kingdoh revolutions rise to high spring-tide, monarchs will still drown hard;--monarchs survived the flood!”
”Are all our dreahed Yoomy ”Is this no dawn of day that streaks the crihts which sometimes mock Aurora in the north! Ah, man, my brother!
have all , and prophets spoken? Nay, nay; great Mardi, helmed and es to battle! Oro will defend the right, and royal crests es since, you ; but the world may not be moved from out the orbit in which first it rolled On the map that charts the spheres, Mardi is s' Round centuries on centuries have wheeled by:--has all this been its nonage? Nohen the rocks grow gray, does olden time, your equinoctial year, at hand, that your race fast presses toward perfection; and every hand grasps at a scepter, that kings may be no more?”
”But free Vivenza! Is she not the star, that h now unrisen? No kings are in Vivenza; yet, spite her thralls, in that land seeood than elsewhere Our hopes are not wild dreams: Vivenza cheers our hearts She is a rainbow to the isles!”
”Ay, truth it is, that in Vivenza they have prospered But thence it comes not, that all men may be as they Are all men of one heart and brain; one bone and sinew? Are all nations sprung of Dominora's loins?
Or, has Vivenza yet proved her creed? Yoomy! the years that prove a ns have passed since Vivenza was a monarch's Her climacteric is not coh now in childhood, she anticipates her youth, and lusts for ee not yet Ti chapters, are wanting to Vivenza's history; and whet history but is full of blood?”
”There stop, hs at prophets; and of all birds, the raven is a liar!”
CHAPTER LXI They Round The Stored along that coast, till we carew overcast Each a night, black storm-clouds swept the wintry sea; and like Sahara caravans, which leave their sandy wakes-- so, thick and fleet, slanted the scud behind Through all this rack and mist, ten thousand foa those panting, itives, the three canoes raced on
And now, the air grew nipping cold The clouds shed off their fleeces; a snow-hillock, each canoe; our beards, white-frosted
And so, as seated in our shrouds, we sailed in aes scaring shi+vering seals, and white bears, y erlassy Andes; with their own frost, shuddering through all their domes and pinnacles
Ice-splinters rattled down the cliffs, and seethed into the sea
Broad away, in amphitheaters undermined by currents, whole cities of ice-towers, in crashes, toward one center, fell--In their earthquakes, Lisbon and Li tide, they swept off a; like porpoises to vessels tranced in cal an antlered headland, that see, we launched upon blue lake-like waters, serene as Windermere, or Horicon Thus, frolide upon senility