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Sadly his face he averted, and strode up and

down, and was thoughtful.

Fixed to the opposite wall was a shelf of

books, and among them Prominent three, distinguished alike for bulk

and for binding ; Bariffe's Artillery Guide, and the Commen

taries of Cæsar, Out of the Latin translated by Arthur Gold

inge of London, And, as if guarded by these, between them was

standing the Bible. Musing a moment before them, Miles Standish

paused, as if doubtful Which of the three he should choose for his

consolation and comfort, Whether the wars of the Hebrews, the famous

campaigns of the Romans, Or the Artillery practice, designed for bellige

rent Christians.

Finally down from its shelf he dragged the

ponderous Roman, Seated himself at the window, and opened the

book, and in silence Turned o'er the well-worn leaves, where thumb

marks thick on the margin, Like the trample of feet, proclaimed the battle

was hottest. Nothing was heard in the room but the hurry

ing pen of the stripling, Busily writing epistles important, to go by the

May Flower, Ready to sail on the morrow, or next day at

latest, God willing! Homeward bound with the tidings of all that

terrible winter, Letters written by Alden, and full of the name

of Priscilla, Full of the name and the fame of the Puritan

maiden Priscilla!

II.

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP.

NOTHING was heard in the room but the hurry

ing pen of the stripling, Or an occasional sigh from the laboring heart

of the Captain, Reading the marvellous words and achieve

ments of Julius Cæsar. After a while he exclaimed, as he smote with

his hand, palm downwards, Heavily on the page: “A wonderful man was

this Cæsar! You are a writer, and I am a fighter, but here

is a fellow

Who could both write and fight, and in both

was equally skilful!” Straightway answered and spake John Alden,

the comely, the youthful: “Yes, he was equally skilled, as you say, with

his pen and his weapons. Somewhere have I read, but where I forget, he

could dictate Seven letters at once, at the same time writing

his memoirs." Truly," continued the Captain, not heeding

or hearing the other, “ Truly a wonderful man was Caius Julius

Cæsar! Better be first, he said, in a little Iberian

village, Than be second in Rome, and I think he was

right when he said it. Twice was he married before he was twenty,

and many times after;

Battles five hundred he fought, and a thousand

cities he conquered ; 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 Flanders, When the rear-guard of his army retreated,

the front giving way too, And the immortal Twelfth Legion was crowded

so closely together 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 commanded the captains, Calling on each by his name, to order forward

the ensigns; Then to widen the ranks, and give more room

for their weapons ;

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