Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . he town. Just then a scout came flying, All wild with haste and fear;To arms! to arms! Sir Consul: Lars Porsena is the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye,And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky. And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come;And louder still and still more loud,From underneath that rolling cloud,Is heard the trumpets war-note j)roud, The trampling, and the plainly and more plainly Now through the gloom appea
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . he town. Just then a scout came flying, All wild with haste and fear;To arms! to arms! Sir Consul: Lars Porsena is the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye,And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky. And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come;And louder still and still more loud,From underneath that rolling cloud,Is heard the trumpets war-note j)roud, The trampling, and the plainly and more plainly Now through the gloom to left and far to right,In broken gleams of dark-blue light,The long array of helmets bright, The long array of spears. And plainly, and more plainly Above that glimmering might ye see the banners Of twelve fair cities shine;But the banner of proud Clusium Was highest of them terror of the Umbrian, The terror of the Gaul. HORATIUS Fast by the royal standard,Oerlooking all the war, Lars Porsena of ClusiumSat in his ivory car. By the riglit wheel rode JNIainilius,Prince of the Latian name,. THE LONG ARRAY OF HELMETS BRIGHT And by the left false Sextus,^That wrought the deed of shame. But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes,A yell that bent the firmament From all the town arose. 15. Sextus was the son of the h\st king of Rome. It was a shame-ful deed of his which finally roused the people against the Tarquinfamily. 8 HORATIUS On the house-tops was no woman But spat toward him and hissed,No child but screamed out curses, And shook its Httle list. But the Consuls brow was sad, And the Consuls speech was low,And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down;And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town? Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate:To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or how^ can man die better Than facing fearful odds,.For th
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