Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . was of public right,As much as two strong oxen Could plow from morn till night;And they made a molten image. And set it up on there it stands unto this day To M^tness if I lie. It stands in the Comitium,^ Plain for all folk to see;Horatius in his harness, Halting upon one knee:And underneath is written, In letters all of valiantly he kept the bridge In the brave days of old. And still his name sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome,As the trumpet-blast that crie
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . was of public right,As much as two strong oxen Could plow from morn till night;And they made a molten image. And set it up on there it stands unto this day To M^tness if I lie. It stands in the Comitium,^ Plain for all folk to see;Horatius in his harness, Halting upon one knee:And underneath is written, In letters all of valiantly he kept the bridge In the brave days of old. And still his name sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome,As the trumpet-blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian-^ home;And wives still pray to Juno° For boys with hearts as bold 24. The Comitiiim was the old Roman polling-place, a squaresituated between the Forum and the Senate House. 25. The Volscians were among the most determined of the Italianenemies of Rome. 26. Juno was the goddess who was thought of as presiding overmarriage and the birth of children. HORATIUS As his who kept the bridge so wellIn the brave days of old. And in the nights of winter, When the eold north-winds blow, 21. HORATIUS IN HIS HARNESS, HALTING UPON ONE KNEE And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow;When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempests din,And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within: When the oldest cask is opened,And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers,And the kid turns on the spit; 22 HORATIUS When young and old in circle Around the firebrands close;And the girls are weaving baskets, And the lads are shaping bows; When the goodman mends his armor, And trims his helmets plume;When the goodwifes shuttle merrily Goes flashing through the loom,—With M^eeping and with laughter Still is the story well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of ^ 27. You can tell from these last three stanzas, that Macaulay iswriting his poem, not as an Englishman of the nineteenth century,but as if he were a R
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