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Twice was he married before he was twenty, and many times after;

Battles five hundred he fought, and a thousand cities he


He, too, fought in Flanders, as he himself has recorded; Finally he was stabbed by his friend, the orator Brutus! Now, do you know what he did on a certain occasion in


When the rear-guard of his army retreated, the front giving way too,

And the immortal Twelfth Legion was crowded só closely


There was no room for their swords? Why, he seized a shield from a soldier,

Put himself straight at the head of his troops, and comT manded the captains,

Calling on each by his name, to order forward the ensigns; Then to widen the ranks, and give more room for their


So he won the days, the battle of something-or-other. That's what I always say; if you wish a thing to be well


You must do it yourself, you must not leave it to others!"

All was silent again; the Captain continued his reading. Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling

Writing epistles important to go next day by the May Flower,

Filled with the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden


Every sentence began or closed with the name of Priscilla, Till the treacherous pen, to which he confided the secret,

Strove to betray it by singing and shouting the name of Priscilla!

Finally closing his book, with a bang of the ponderous


Sudden and loud as the sound of a soldier grounding his


Thus to the young man spake Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth:

"When you have finished your work, I have something important to tell you.

Be not however in haste; I can wait; I shall not be impatient!"

Straightway Alden replied, as he folded the last of his


Pushing his papers aside, and giving respectful attention: "Speak; for whenever you speak, I am always ready to listen,

Always ready to hear whatever pertains to Miles Standish." Thereupon answered the Captain, embarrassed, and culling his phrases:

""Tis not good for a man to be alone, say the Scriptures. This I have said before, and again and again I repeat it; Every hour in the day, I think it, and feel it, and say it. Since Rose Standish died, my life has been weary and


Sick at heart have I been, beyond the healing of friendship, Oft in my lonely hours have I thought of the maiden Pris


She is alone in the world; her father and mother and brother

Died in the winter together; I saw her going and coming, Now to the grave of the dead, and now to the bed of the


Patient, courageous, and strong, and said to myself, that if


There were angels on earth as there are angels in heaven, Two have I seen and known; and the angel whose name is Priscilla

Holds in my desolate life the place which the other abandoned.

Long have I cherished the thought, but never have dared to reveal it,

Being a coward in this, though valiant enough for the most part.

Go to the damsel Priscilla, the loveliest maiden of Ply


Say that a blunt old Captain, a man not of words but of


Offers his hand and his heart, the hand and heart of a


Not in these words, you know, but this in short in my meaning;

I am a maker of war, and not a maker of phrases.

You, who are bred as a scholar, can say it in elegant lan


Such as you read in your books of the pleadings and wooing of lovers,

Such as you think best adapted to win the heart of a maiden."

When he had spoken, John Alden, the fair-haired taciturn stripling,

All aghast at his words, surprised, embarrassed, bewil


Trying to mask his dismay by treating the subject with lightness,

Trying to smile, and yet feeling his heart stand still in his


Just as a timepiece stops in a house that is stricken by lightning,

Thus made answer and spake, or rather stammered than answered:

"Such a message as that, I am sure I should mangle and mar it;


you would have it well done,-I am only repeating your


You must do it yourself, you must not leave it to others!" But with the air of a man whom nothing can turn from his


Gravely shaking his head, made answer the Captain of


"Truly the maxim is good, and I do not mean to gain

say it;


But we must use it discreetly, and not waste powder for


Now, as I said before, I was never a maker of phrases.
I can march up to a fortress and summon the place to sur-


But march up to a woman with such a proposal, I dare not. I'm not afraid of bullets, nor shot from the mouth of a


But of a thundering 'No!' point-blank from the mouth of a


That I confess I 'm afraid of, nor am I ashamed to con

fess it!

So you must grant my request, for you are an elegant


Having the graces of speech, and skill in the turning of phrases."

Taking the hand of his friend, who still was reluctant and doubtful,

Holding it long in his own, and pressing it kindly, he


"Though I have spoken thus lightly, yet deep is the feeling that pompts me;,;

Surely you cannot refuse what I ask in the name of our friendship!"

Then made answer John Alden: "The name of friendship is sacred;

What you demand in that name, I have not the power to deny you!"..

So the strong will prevailed, subduing and moulding the gentler,

Friendship prevailed over love, and Alden went on his , errand.



So the strong will prevailed, and Alden went on his errand, Out of the street of the village, and into the paths of the


Into the tranquil woods, where blue-birds and robins were


Towns in the populous trees, with hanging gardens of ver


Peaceful, aerial cities of joy and affection and freedom.
All around him was calm, but within him commotion and


Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse.

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