CASSIUS ON HONOUR Well, honour is the subject of my story.- In awe of such a thing as I myself. And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, And bade him follow; so, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake: 't is true, this god did shake; And bear the palm alone. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Walk under his huge legs and peep about Men at some time are masters of their fates; But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in that Cæsar? There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd As easily as a king! -William Shakespeare. THE HUNTERS In the bright October morning Steeds are neighing, gallants glittering. Pale and breathless, came the hunters; In the dull October evening, Down the leaf-strewn forest road, In the hall, with sconces blazing, Hark! below the gates unbarring! Tramp of men and quick commands!""T is my lord come back from hunting." And the Duchess claps her hands. Slow and tired, came the hunters; Stopped in darkness in the court.— "Ho, this way, ye laggard hunters! To the hall! What sport, what sport?" Slow they entered with their Master; In the hall they laid him down. Dead her princely youthful husband In Vienna by the Danube In Vienna by the Danube Feast and dance her youth beguiled. But from then she never smiled. - Matthew Arnold. SCENE FROM THE LITTLE MINISTER Within a squirrel's leap of the wood, an old woman was standing at the door of a mud house, listening for the approach of the trap that was to take her to the poorhouse. It was Nanny Webster. She was not crying. She had redd up her house for the last time, and put on her black merino. Her mouth was wide open while she listened. If you had addressed her, you would have thought her polite and stupid. When she heard the dogcart she screamed. No neighbor was with her. If you think this hard, it is because you do not understand. Perhaps Nanny had never been very lovable except to one man, and him, it is said, she lost through her own vanity. The door stood open, and Nanny was crouching against the opposite wall of the room, such a poor, dull kitchen, that you would have thought the furniture had still to be brought into it. The blanket and the piece of old carpet that was Nanny's coverlet were already packed in her box. The plate rack was empty. Only the round table and the two chairs, and the stools and some pans were being left behind. "Well, Nanny," said Doctor McQueen, "I have come, and you see Mr. Dishart, the minister, is with me." Nanny rose up bravely. She knew the doctor was good to her, and she wanted to thank him. "Thank you kindly, sirs," she said. "Please to take a chair." Both men sat down. The doctor thought it best they should depart at once, and so he rose. "Oh, no, doctor," cried Nanny in alarm. But you are ready?" Ay," she said, "I have been ready this twa hours, but you micht wait a minute. Hendry Munn and Andrew Allardyce is coming yont the road, and they would see me." "Wait, doctor," the minister said. "Thank you kindly, sir," answered Nanny. "But, Nanny," the doctor said, "you must remember what I told you about the poorhouse. It is a fine place, and you will be very happy in it." "Ay, I'll be happy in 't," Nanny faltered, "but, doctor, if I could just hae bidden on here though I wasna happy!" 66 'Think of the food you will get; broth nearly every day." "It-it'll be terrible enjoyable," Nanny said. "And there will be pleasant company for you always," continued the doctor, "and a nice room to sit in. Why, after you have been there a week, you won't be the same woman." "That's it!" cried Nanny, with sudden passion. "Na, na; I'll be a woman on the poor's rates. Oh, mither, mither, you little thocht that I would come to this!" "Nanny, I am ashamed of you." "I humbly speir your forgiveness, sir, and you micht bide just a wee yet. I've been ready to gang this twa hours, but now that the machine is at the gate, I dinna ken how it is, but I'm terrible sweir to come awa'. Oh, Mr. Dishart, it's richt tru what the doctor says about the- the place, but I canna just tak it in. I'm-I'm gey auld." "You will often get out to see your friends," said the minister, Na, na, na, dinna say that; I'll gang, but you manna bid me ever come out, except in a hearse. Dinna let onybody in Thrums look on my face again." "We must go," said the doctor firmly. "Put on your bon net, Nanny." She took the bonnet from her bed and put it on slowly. "Let us pray," he said; and the three went down on theis knees. It was not the custom of Auld Licht ministers to leave any house until they had offered up a prayer, and to us it always seemed that when the little minister prayed he was at the knees of God; but now Nanny was speaking too, and her words choked |