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left by the victors on the field of their pride; and that this memorial was purposely composed of a perishable material, in order that, after a few revolving seasons, the record of animosity might be gently and insensibly destroyed by the crumbling and mouldering influences of God's peacemakers, the wind and rain.

But if, perchance, this Athenian stranger were disposed to think, after all he had heard and seen, were in all

inferior to his countrymen of old, I should proceed to tell him that, notwithstanding many political and ecclesiastical anomalies, which I should be unwilling to expose to him, and which I should be afraid to touch upon here, we were after all a great, and wise, and powerful people; that our exports from one seaport alone were greater than the exports from all the chief harbours in the Athenian empire at its most flourishing epoch; that we had more roads laid down, and that in iron, in Great Britain alone, than were laid down in Europe in the days of Pericles; that we had an empire in the far East, more populous than the empire of Xerxes; that we had continental colonies in the far southern seas and in the western world, all unknown to his cotemporaries; that, with the simple aid of boiling water, we could sail a vessel of iron round the world more swiftly than a wooden galley of Phænicia could sail the double voyage for silver between Sidon and Gades; that we had weighed the sun in a balance; and that we had broken into special units the fleeces of inconceivably distant nebulæ, and solved the mystery of stellar enigmas, kept secret from the foundation of the world; that the wind no longer blew as it listed, but that we knew whence it came and whither it went; that we could drive a great unwieldy engine to outstrip in speed an eagle or an Eastern hurricane; that, with a hair-splitting more subtle than that of ancient dialectician, we had split the impalpable rays of sunlight, and squeezed out of them metallic secrets of the sun and moon and stars; that the lightning, forgetful of its ancient sublimity, was now our humble servant, and served us as a magic postman. And, even with regard to our prejudices in politics and bickerings in religion, I should tell him that we had great disciples of Adam Smith, and earnest charitable Christians lahouring hard and zealously among us, and that with the aid of science, sound learning, and charity, we were hoping that in a coming age we should atone for the unchristian wrangling of Christian divines, and the blunders of tub-rolling, obstructive, one-idead, selfseeking, and short-sighted politicians. And I should tell him, as our chiefest boast, that in our society, dull and Grundy-worshipping as it was too often, woman held her rightful place as the friend, equal, and helpmate of man; and I would tell him how in the war, wherein our arms had won little glory, and our daily literature had disgraced itself, a woman had arisen to save the credit of her country; a woman, fair, and young, and very gentle, had gone, with maiden-companions, to bind up broken limbs, to cheer the fainting spirit, and to pray at the bedside of the dying; and I should say that my guest would find it hard to find a parallel in his own history, between the days of Salamis and Chæronea, to the womanly heroism of Florence

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Nightingale ; I should feel bound at the same time to inform him that such high feminine heroism was a rare exotic in our Protestant land, but a familiar plant in all such countries as preserve the more ancient forms of Christian worship; and I would tell him that there was in the character of a Christian gentleman a certain something wholly lacking in Themistocles, and not found in its perfection in the character of the great Pericles; a sentiment of chivalric honour, a relic of the misunderstood old feudal days; I would tell him that the grand words -honour and gentleman—too freely bandied, perhaps, in our daily lives—were, in their full significance, untranslatable into the tongues of ancient Greece and Rome; and I would astonish him by adding finally that, although there was much of poverty and misery and ignorance in our vast empire, there was not a soul therein from east to west but was as free as the honoured Lady whom we call our Queen.

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THE

INFLUENCE OF FOREIGN LITERATURE

ON ENGLISH LITERATURE.

BY REV. JAMES BYRNE, M.A.

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