But on the whole, what struck us most in these errors, is their surprising number. In the way of our calling, we at first took pencil, with intent to mark such transgressions; but soon found it too appalling a task, and so laid aside our black-lead and our art (cæstus artemque.) Happily, however, a little natural invention, assisted by some tincture of arithmetic, came to our aid. Six pages, studied for that end, we did mark; finding, therein thirteen errors the pages are 167-173 of Volume Third, and still in our copy, have their marginal stigmas, which can be vindicated before a jury of Authors. Now if 6 give 13, who sees not that 1455, the entire number of pages, will give 3152, and a fraction? Or, allowing for translations, which are freer from errors, and for philosophical Discussions, wherein the errors are of another sort; nay, granting with a perhaps unwarranted liberality, that these six pages may yield too high an average, which we know not that they do,-may not, in round numbers, Fifteen Hundred be given as the approximate amount, not of Errors, indeed, yet of Mistakes and Misstatements, in these three octavos? predicament of German Poetry among us, we | where "avows himself an Atheist," that he "is have no fundamental objection: and for the a Pantheist;”—indeed, that he is, was, or is name, now that it is explained, there is nothing like to be any ist to which Mr. Taylor would in a name; a rose by any other name would attach just meaning. smell as sweet. However, even in this lower and lowest point of view, the Historic Survey is liable to grave objections: its worth is of no unmixed character. We mentioned that Mr. Taylor did not often cite authorities: for which doubtless he may have his reasons. If it be not from French Prefaces, and the Biographie Universelle, and other the like sources, we confess ourselves altogether at a loss to divine whence any reasonable individual gathered such notices as these. Books indeed are scarce; but the most untoward situation may command Wachler's Vorlesungen, Horn's Poesie und Beredsamkeit, Meister's Characteristiken, Koch's Compendium, or some of the thousand and one compilations of that sort, numerous and accurate in German, more than in any other literature: at all events, Jörden's Lexicon Deutscher und Prosaisten, and the world-renowned Leipsic Conversations-Lexicon. No one of these appears to have been in Mr. Taylor's possession;-Bouterwek alone, and him he seems to have consulted perfunctorily. A certain proportion of errors in such a work is pardonable and unavoidable: scarcely so the proportion observed here. The Historic Survey abounds with errors, perhaps beyond any book it has ever been our lot to review. Of these, many, indeed, are harmless enough: as, for instance, where we learn that Görres was born in 1804, (not in 1776;) though in that case he must have published his Shah-Nameh at the age of three years; or where it is said that Werner's epitaph "begs Mary Magdalene to pray for his soul," which it does not do, if indeed any one cared what it did. Some are of a quite mysterious nature; either impregnated with a wit which continues obstinately latent, or indicating that, in spite of Railways and Newspapers, some portions of this Island are still impermeable. For example, "It (Goetz von Ferlichingen) was admirably translated into English, in 1799, at Edinburgh, by William Scott, Advocate; no doubt, the same person who, under the poetical but assumed name of Walter, has since become the most extensively popular of the British writers."-Others again are the fruit of a more culpable ignorance; as when we hear that Goethe's Dichtung und Wahrheit is literally meant to be a fictitious narrative, and no genuine Biography; that his Stella ends quietly in Bigamy, (to Mr. Taylor's satisfaction,) which, however the French Translation may run, in the original it certainly does not. Mr. Taylor likewise complains that his copy of Faust is incomplete: so, we grieve to state, is curs. Still worse is it when speaking of distinguished men, who probably have been at pains to veil their sentiments on certain subjects, our author takes it upon him to lift such veil, and with perfect composure pronounces this to be a Deist, that a Pantheist, that other an Atheist, often without any due foundation. It is quite erroneous, for example, to describe Schiller by any such unhappy term as that of Deist: it is very particularly erroneous to say that Goethe any Of errors in doctrine, false critical judgments, and all sorts of philosophical hallucination, the number, more difficult to ascertain, is also unfortunately great. Considered, indeed, as in any measure a picture of what is remarkable in German Poetry, this Historic Survey is one great Error. We have to object to Mr. Taylor on all grounds; that his views are often partial and inadequate, sometimes quite false and imaginary; that the highest productions of German Literature, those works in which properly its characteristic and chief worth lie, are still as a sealed book to him ; or, what is worse, an open book that he will not read, but pronounces to be filled with blank paper. From a man of such intellectual vigour, who has studied his subject so long, we should not have expected such a failure. Perhaps the main principle of it may be stated, if not accounted for, in this one circumstance, that the Historic Survey, like its Author, stands separated from Germany by "more than forty years." During this time Germany has been making unexampled progress; while our author has either advanced in the other direction, or continued quite stationary. Forty years, it is true, make no difference in a classical Poem; yet much in the readers of that Poem, and its position towards these. Forty years are but a small period in some Histories, but in the history of German Literature, the most rapidly extending, incessantly fluctuating object even in the spiritual world, they make a great period. In Germany, within these forty years, how much has been united, how much has fallen asunder! Kant has superseded Wolfe; Fichte, Kant; Schelling, Fichte; and now, it seems, Hegel is bent on superseding Schelling. Baumgarten has given place to Schlegel; the Deutsche Eibliothek to the Berlin Hermes: Lessing still towers in the distance like an Earthborn Atlas; but in the poetical Heaven, Wieland and Klopstock burn fainter, as new and more radiant luminaries have arisen. Within the last forty years, German Literature has become national, idiomatic, distinct from all others; by its productions during that period, it is either something or nothing. Nevertheless it is still at the distance of forty years, sometimes we think it must be fifty, that Mr. Taylor stands. "The fine Literature of Germany," no doubt, he has "imported;" yet only with the eyes of 1780 does he read it. Thus Sulzer's Universal Theory continues still to be his roadbook to the temple of German taste; almost as if the German critic should undertake to measure Waverley and Manfred by the scale of Blair's Lectures. Sulzer was an estimable man, who did good service in his day; but about forty years ago sunk into a repose, from which it would now be impossible to rouse him. The superannuation of Sulzer appears not once to be suspected by our Author; as indeed little of all the great work that has been done or undone, in Literary Germany within that period, has become clear to him. The far-famed Xenien of Schiller's Musenalmanach are once mentioned, in some half-dozen lines, wherein also there are more than half-a-dozen inaccuracies, and one rather egregious error. Of the results that followed from these Xenien; of Tieck, Wackenroder, the two Schlegels, and Novalis, whose critical Union, and its works, filled all Germany with tumul discussion, and at length with new convic.ion, no whisper transpires here. The New School, with all that it taught, untaught, and mistaught, is not so much as alluded to. Schiller and Goethe, with all the poetic world they created, remain invisible, or dimly seen: Kant is a sort of Political Reformer. It must be stated with all distinctness, that of the newer and higher German Literature, no reader will obtain the smallest understanding from these Volumes. | Ac The truth is, Mr. Taylor, though a man of talent, as we have often admitted, and as the world well knows, though a downright, independent, and to all appearance most praiseworthy man, is one of the most peculiar critics to be found in our times. As we construe him from these volumes, the basis of his nature seems to be polemical; his whole view of the world, of its Poetry, and whatever else it holds, has a militant character. cording to this philosophy, the whole duty of man, it would almost appear, is to lay aside the opinion of his grandfather. Doubtless, it is natural, it is indispensable, for a man to lay aside the opinion of his grandfather, when it will no longer hold together on him; but we had imagined that the great and infinitely harder duty was-To turn the opinion that does hold together, to some account. However, it is not in receiving the New, and creating good with it, but solely in pulling to pieces the Old, that Mr. Taylor will have us employed. Often, in the course of these pages, might the British reader sorrowfully exclaim: Alas! is this the year of grace 1831, and are we still here? Armed with the hatchet and tinder-box; still no symptom of the sower'ssheet and plough?" These latter, for our Author, are implements of the dark ages; the ground is full of thistles and jungle; cut down and spare not. A singular aversion to Priests, something like a natural horror and hydrophobia, gives him no rest night nor day: the gist of all his speculations is to drive down more or less effectual palisades against that class of persons; nothing that he does but they interfere with or threaten; the first question he asks of every passer-by, be it German Poet, Philosopher, Farce-writer, is, “Arian or Trinitarian? Wilt thou help me or not?" Long as he has now laboured, and though calling himself Philosopher, Mr. Taylor has not yet succeeded in sweeping this arena clear; but still painfully struggles in the questions of Naturalism and Supernaturalism, Liberalism and Servilism. Agitated by this zeal, with its fitful hope and fear, it is that he goes through Germany; scenting out Infidelity with the nose of an ancient Heresy-hunter, though for opposite purposes; and, like a recruiting sergeant, beating aloud for recruits; nay, where in any corner he can spy a tall man, clutching at him, to crimp him or impress him. Goethe's and Schiller s creed we saw specified above; those of Lessing and Herder are scarcely less edifying; but take rather this sagacious exposition of Kant's Philosophy: Indeed, quite apart from his inacquaintance with actual Germany, there is that in the structure or habit of Mr. Taylor's mind, which singularly unfits him for judging of such matters well. We must complain that he reads German Poetry, from first to last, with English eyes; will not accommodate himself to the spirit of the Literature he is investigating, and do his utmost, by loving endeavour, to win its secret from it; but plunges in headlong, and silently assuming that all this was written for him and for his objects, makes short work with it, and innumerable false conclusions. It is sad to see an honest traveller confidently gaug- "The Alexandrian writings do not differ so ing all foreign objects with a measure that will widely as is commonly apprehended from those not mete them; trying German Sacred Oaks of the Königsberg School, for they abound by their fitness for British shipbuilding; walk- with passages, which, while they seem to flatter ing from Dan to Beersheba, and finding so the popular credulity, resolve into allegory the little that he did not bring with him. This, we stories of the gods, and into an illustrative are too well aware, is the commonest of all personification the soul of the world; thus in errors, both with vulgar readers, and with sinuating to the more alert and penetrating, the vulgar critics; but from Mr. Taylor' we had speculative rejection of opinions with which expected something better; nay, let us confess, they are encouraged and commanded in action he himself now and then seems to attempt to comply. With analogous spirit, Professor something better, but too imperfectly succeeds Kant studiously introduces a distinction be tween Practical and Theoretical Reason; and in it. while he teaches that rational conduct will in-] of a corrupt but instructed refinement, which dulge the hypothesis of a God, a revelation, and are likely to rebuild the morality of the Ana future state, (this, we presume is meant by cients on the ruins of Christian Puritanism." calling them inferences of Practical Reason,) he Such retrospections and prospections bring pretends that Theoretical Reason can adduce to mind an absurd rumour which, confoundno one satisfactory argument in their behalf: ing our author with his namesake, the celeso that his morality amounts to a defence of brated translator of Plato and Aristotle, reprethe old adage, Think with the wise, and act sented him as being engaged in the repair and with the vulgar;' a plan of behaviour which re-establishment of the Pagan religion. For secures to the vulgar an ultimate victory over such rumour, we are happy to state, there is the wise. * Philosophy is to be withdrawn not, and was not, the slightest foundation. within a narrower circle of the initiated; and Wieland may, indeed, at one time, have put these must be induced to conspire in favouring some whims into his disciple's head; but Mr. a vulgar superstition. This can best be ac- Taylor is too solid a man to embark in specucomplished by enveloping with enigmatic lations of that nature. Prophetic day-dreams jargon the topics of discussion; by employing are not practical projects; at all events, as we a cloudy phraseology, which may intercept here see, it is not the old Pagan gods that we from below the war-whoop of impiety, and are to bring back, but only the ancient Pagan from above the evulgation of infidelity; by morality, a refined and reformed Paganism;contriving a kind of cipher of illuminism,' in as some middle-aged householder, if distressed which public discussions of the most critical by tax-gatherers and duns, might resolve on nature can be carried on from the press, with- becoming thirteen again, and a bird-nesting out alarming the prejudices of the people, or schoolboy. Let no timid Layman apprehend exciting the precautions of the magistrate. any overflow of Priests from Mr. Taylor, or Such a cipher, in the hands of an adept, is the even of Gods. Is not this commentary on the dialect of Kant. Add to this, the notorious hitherto so inexplicable conversion of Friedrich Gallicanism of his opinions, which must endear Leopold, Count Stolberg, enough to quiet every him to the patriotism of the philosophers of alarmist? the Lyceum; and it will appear probable that the reception of his forms of syllogising should extend from Germany to France; should completely and exclusively establish itself on the Continent; entomb with the Reasonings the Reason of the modern world; and form the tasteless fretwork which seems about to convert the halls of liberal Philosophy into churches of mystical Supernaturalism.' These are, indeed, fearful symptoms, and enough to quicken the diligence of any recruiting officer that has the good cause at heart. Reasonably may such officer, beleagured with "witchcraft and demonology, trinitarianism, intolerance," and a considerable list of et-ceteras, and, still seeing no hearty followers of his flag, but a mere Falstaff regiment, smite upon his thigh, and, in moments of despondency, lament that Christianity had ever entered, or, as we here have it," intruded" into Europe at all; that, at least, some small slip of heathendom, "Scandinavia, for instance," had not been "left to its natural course, unmisguided by ecclesiastical missionaries and monastic institutions. Many superstitions, which have fatigued the credulity, clouded the intellect, and impaired the security of man, and which, alas! but too naturally followed in the train of the sacred books, would there, perhaps, never have struck root; and in one corner of the world, the inquiries of reason might have found an earlier asylum, and asserted a less circumscribed range." Nevertheless, there is still hope, preponderating hope. "The general tendency of the German school," it would appear, could we but believe such tidings, "is to teach French opinions in English forms." Philosophy can now look down with some approving glances on Socinianism. Nay, the literature of Germany, " very liberal and tolerant," is gradually overflowing even into the Slavonian nations, "and will found, in new languages and climates, those latest inferences "On the Continent of Europe, the gentleman, and Frederic Leopold was emphatically so, is seldom brought up with much solicitude for any positive doctrine: among the Catholics, the moralist insists on the duty of conforming to the religion of one's ancestors; among the Protestants, on the duty of conforming to the religion of the magistrate; but Frederic Leopold seems to have invented a new point of honour, and a most rational one, the duty of conforming to the religion of one's father-inlaw. "A young man is the happier, while single, for being unencumbered with any religious restraints; but when the time comes for submitting to matrimony, he will find the precedent of Frederic Leopold well entitled to consideration. A predisposition to conform to the religion of the father-in-law facilitates advantageous matrimonial connections; it produces in a family the desirable harmony of religious profession; it secures the sincere education of the daughters in the faith of their mother; and it leaves the young men at liberty to apostatize in their turn, to exert their right of private judgment, and to choose a worship for themselves. Religion, if a blemish in the male, is surely a grace in the female sex: courage of mind may tend to acknowledge nothing above itself; but timidity is ever disposed to look upwards for protection, for consolation, and for happiness." With regard to this latter point, whether Religion is "a blemish in the male, and surely a grace in the female sex," it is possible judgments may remain suspended. Courage of mind, indeed, will prompt the squirrel to set itself in posture against an armed horseman, yet whether for men and women, who seem to stand, not only under the Galaxy and Stellar system, and under Immensity and Eternity, but even under any bare bodkin or drop of prussic acid, "such courage of mind as may tend to acknowledge nothing above itself," | ference to Mr. Taylor; he, as we said, is were ornamental or the contrary; whether, scientific merely; and where there is no canum lastly, religion is grounded on Fear, or on and no fanum, there can be no obscenity and something infinitely higher and inconsistent no profanity. with Fear, may be questions. But they are of a kind we are not at present called to meddle with. To a German we might have compressed all this long description into a single word: Mr. Taylor is simply what they call a Philister, Mr. Taylor promulgates many other strange every fibre of him is Philistine. With us such articles of faith, for he is a positive man, and men usually take into Politics, and become has a certain quiet wilfulness; these, however, | Code-makers and Utilitarians: it was only in cannot henceforth much surprise us. He still Germany that they ever meddled much with calls the Middle Ages, during which nearly all Literature; and there worthy Nicolai has long the inventions and social institutions, whereby since terminated his Jesuit-hunt; no Adelung we yet live as civilized men, were originated now writes books, Ueber die Nützlichkeit der Empor perfected," a Millennium of Darkness;" on findung, (On the Utility of Feeling.) Singuthe faith chiefly of certain long-past Pedants, lar enough, now, when that old species had been who reckoned every thing barren, because Chry- quite extinct for almost half a century in their solaras had not yet come, and no Greek Roots own land, appears a native-born English Philisgrew there. Again, turning in the other direc- tine, made in all points as they were. With tion, he criticizes Luther's Reformation, and wondering welcome we hail the Strongboned; repeats that old, and indeed quite foolish, story almost as we might a resuscitated Mammoth. of the Augustine Monk's having a merely com- Let no David choose smooth stones from the mercial grudge against the Dominican; com- brook to sling at him: is he not our own putes the quantity of blood shed for Protest- Goliath, whose limbs were made in England, antism; and, forgetting that men shed blood, whose thews and sinews any soil might be in all ages, for any cause, and for no cause, proud of? Is he not, as we said, a man that for Sansculottism, for Bonapartism, thinks that, can stand on his own legs without collapsing on the whole, the Reformation was an error when left by himself? in these days one of the and failure. Pity that Providence (as King greatest rarities, almost prodigies. Alphonso wished in the Astronomical case) We cheerfully acquitted Mr. Taylor of Rehad not created its man three centuries sooner, ligion; but must expect less gratitude when and taken a little counsel from him! On the we farther deny him any feeling for true Poother hand, "Voltaire's Reformation" was suc-etry, as indeed the feelings for Religion and cessful; and here, for once, Providence was for Poetry of this sort are one and the same. right. Will Mr. Taylor mention what it was Of Poetry, Mr. Taylor knows well what will that Voltaire reformed? Many things he de- make a grand, especially a large, picture in the formed, deservedly and undeservedly, but the imagination: he has even a creative gift of thing that he formed or re-formed is still un- this kind himself, as his style will often tesknown to the world. tify; but much more he does not know. How It is perhaps unnecessary to add, that Mr. indeed should he? Nicolai, too, “judged of Taylor's whole Philosophy is sensual; that is, Poetry as he did of Brunswick Mum, simply he recognises nothing that cannot be weighed, by tasting it." Mr. Taylor assumes, as a fact measured, and, with one or the other organ, known to all thinking creatures, that Poetry is eaten and digested. Logic is his only lamp of neither more nor less than "a stimulant." life; where this fails, the region of Creation Perhaps above five hundred times in the Histerminates. For him there is no Invisible, In-toric Survey we see this doctrine expressly acted comprehensible; whosoever, under any name, on. Whether the piece to be judged of is a believes in an invisible, he treats, with leniency | Poetical Whole, and has what the critics have and the loftiest tolerance, as a mystic and luna- named a genial life, and what that life is, he tic; and if the unhappy crackbrain has any inquires not; but, at best, whether it is a lo hạndicraft, literary or other, allows him to go gical Whole, and for most part, simply, whether at large, and work at it. Withal he is a great- it is stimulant. The praise is, that it has fine hearted, strong-minded, and, in many points, situations, striking scenes, agonizing scenes, interesting man. There is a majestic com- harrows his feelings, and the like. Schiller's posure in the attitude he has assumed; mas- Robbers he finds to be stimulant; his Maid of sive, immovable, uncomplaining, he sits in a Orleans is not stimulant, but “among the weakworld of Delirium; and for his Future looks est of his tragedies, and composed apparently with sure faith,-only in the direction of the in ill health." The author of Pizarr: is suPast. We take him to be a man of sociable premely stimulant; he of Torquato Tasso is turn, not without kindness; at all events of "too quotidian to be stimulant." We had unthe most perfect courtesy. He despises the derstood that alcohol was stimulant in all its entire Universe, yet speaks respectfully of shapes; opium also, tobacco, and indeed the Translators from the German, and always says whole class of narcotics; but heretofore found that they "English beautifully." A certain mild Poetry in none of the Pharmacopoeias. NeDogmatism sits well on him; peaceable, in-vertheless, it is edifying to observe with what controvertible, uttering the palpably absurd, as fearless consistency Mr. Taylor, who is no if it were a mere truism. On the other hand, half-man, carries through this theory of stimu there are touches of a grave, scientific oblation. It lies privily in the heart of many a scenity, which are questionable. This word reader and reviewer; nay, Schiller, at one Obscenity we use with reference to our readers, time, said that "Molière's old woman seemed and might also add Profanity, but not with re- to have become sole Editress of all Reviews;" but seldom, in the history of Literature, has she had the hotesty to unveil, and ride triumphant as in these volumes. Mr. Taylor discovers that the only Poet to be classed with Homer is Tasso; that Shakspeare's Tragedies are cousins-german to those of Otway; that poor, moaning, monotonous Macpherson is an epic poet. Lastly, he runs a laboured parallel between Schiller, Goethe, and Kotzebue; one is more this, the other more that; one strives hither, the other thither, through the whole string of critical predicables; almost as if we should compare scientifically Milton's Paradise Lost, the Prophecies of Isaiah, and Mat Lewis's Tales of Terror. Such is Mr. Taylor; a strong-hearted oak, but in an unkindly soil, and beat upon from infancy by Trinitarian and Tory Southwesters such is the result which native vigour, wind-storms, and thirsty mould have made out among them; grim boughs dishevelled in multangular complexity, and of the stiffness of brass; a tree crooked every way, un wedgeable and gnarled. What bandages or cordages of ours, or of man's, could straighten it, now that it has grown there for half a century? We simply point out that there is excellent tough knee-timber in it, and of straight timber little or none. is a rhetorical amplitude and brilliancy in the THE TWO MUSES. "I saw tell me, was I beholding what now happens, or was I beholding futurity ?—I saw with the Muse of Britain the Muse of Germany engaged in competitory race-flying warm to the goal of coronation. "Two goals, where the prospect terminates, bordered the career: Oaks of the forest shaded the one; near to the other waved Palms in the evening shadow. "Accustomed to contest, stepped she from Albion proudly into the arena; as she stepped, when, with the Grecian Muse and with her from the Capitol, she entered the lists. Already she retained with pain in her tumultuous bosom the contracted breath; already she hung bending forward towards the goal; already the herald was lifting the trumpet, and her eyes swam with intoxicating joy. "Proud of her courageous rival, prouder of herself, the lofty Britoness measured, but with noble glance, thee, Tuiskone: Yes, by the bards. I grew up with thee in the grove of oaks : "But a tale had reached me that thou wast no more. Pardon, O Muse, if thou beest immortal, pardon that I but now learn it. Yonder at the goal alone will I learn it. In fact, taking Mr. Taylor as he is and must be, and keeping a perpetual account and pro- "She beheld the young trembling rival, who test with him on these peculiarities of his, trembled yet with dignity; glowing roses worwe find that on various parts of his subject thy of victory streamed flaming over her cheek, | he has profitable things to say. The Göttingen and her golden hair flew abroad. group of Poets, "Bürger and his set," such as they were, are pleasantly delineated. The like may be said of the somewhat earlier Swiss brotherhood, whereof Bodmer and Breitinger are the central figures; though worthy, wonderful Lavater, the wandering Physiognomist and Evangelist, and Protestant Pope, should not have been first forgotten, and then crammed into an insignificant paragraph. Lessing, again, is but poorly managed; his main performance, as was natural, reckoned to be the writing of Nathan the Wise; we have no original portrait here, but a pantagraphical reduced copy of some foreign sketches or scratches, quite unworthy of such a man, in such an historical position, standing on the confines of Light and Darkness, like Day on the misty mountain tops. Of Herder also there is much omitted; the Geschichte der Menscheit scarcely alluded to; yet some features are given, accurately and even beautifully. A slow-rolling grandiloquence is in Mr. Taylor's best passages, of which this is one: if no poetic light, he has occasionally a glow of true rhetorical heat. Wieland is lovingly painted, yet on the whole faithfully, as he looked some fifty years ago, if not as he now looks: this is the longest article in the Historic Survey, and much too long; those Paganizing Dialogues in particular had never much worth, and at present have scarcely any. Perhaps the best of all these Essays is that on Klopstock. The sphere of Klopstock's genius does not transcend Mr. Taylor's scale of poetic altitudes; though it perhaps reaches the highest grade there; the "stimulant" theery recedes into the back-ground; indeed there This "There it stands. But dost thou see the still further one, and its crowns also? represt courage, this proud silence, this look which sinks fiery upon the ground, I know: "Yet weigh once again, ere the herald sound a note dangerous to thee. Am I not she who have measured myself with her from Thermopylæ, and with the stately one of the Seven Hills?" "She spake: the earnest decisive moment drew nearer with the herald. I love thee,' answered quick with looks of flame, Teutona, Britoness, I love thee to enthusiasm; "But not warmer than immortality and those Palms: Touch, if so wills thy genius, touch them before me; yet will I, when thou seizest it, seize also the crown. "And, Oh how I tremble! O ye Immortals, perhaps I may reach first the high goal: then, oh then, may thy breath attain my loosestreaming hair!' "The herald shrilled. They flew with eagle. speed. The wide career smoked up clouds of dust. I looked. Beyond the Oak billowed yet thicker the dust, and I lost them." |