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The wolves that disinter the dead for feasts,
The flat-skulled bears and writhing jackals, they
Who prowl at shipwrecks on the rocks for prey,
Are fierce; hyenas are unpitying found,
And watchful tiger felling at one bound.
But the strong lion in his stately force
Will sometimes lift the paw, yet stay its course.
He the lone dreamer in the shadows gray.
And now the Lions grouped themselves; and they
Amid the ruins looked like elders set
On grave discussion, in a conclave met,
With knitted brows intent disputes to end,
While over them a dead tree's branches bend.


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First spoke the Lion of the sandy plain,
And said: "When this man entered, I again
Beheld the midday sun, and felt the blast
Of the hot simoom blown o'er spaces vast.
Oh, this man from the desert comes, I see! "
-
Then spoke the Lion of the woods: "For me,
One time where fig and palm and cedars grow,
And holly, day and night came music's flow
To fill my joyous cave; even when still
All life, the foliage round me seemed to thrill
With song.
When this man spoke, a sound was made
Like that from birds'-nests in the mossy shade.
This man has journeyed from my forest home! »
And now the one which had the nearest come,
The Lion black from mountains huge, exclaimed:
"This man is like to Caucasus, far famed,
Where no rock stirs; the majesty has he
Of Atlas. When his arm he raised all free,
I thought that Lebanon had made a bound
And thrown its shadow vast on fields around.
This man comes to us from the mountain's side! "
:-
The Lion dweller near the ocean wide,
Whose roar was loud as roar of frothing sea,
Spoke last:-"My sons, my habit is," said he,
"In sight of grandeur wholly to ignore.
All enmity; and this is why the shore
Became my home: I watched the sun arise,
And moon, and the grave smile of dawn; mine eyes
Grew used to the sublime; while waves rolled by
I learned great lessons of eternity.
Now, how this man is named I do not know,
But in his eyes I see the heavens glow;
This man, with brow so calm, by God is sent. "
When night had darkened the blue firmament,
The keeper wished to see inside the gate,
And pressed his pale face 'gainst the fastened grate.
In the dim depth stood Daniel, calm of mien,
With eyes uplifted to the stars serene,
While this the sight for wondering gaze to meet,-
The Lions fawning at the Captive's feet!
Translation of Mrs. Newton Crosland.


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VICTOR HUGO
THE CONSPIRACY
From Hernani ›
[The scene is the crypt that incloses the tomb of Charlemagne, under the
cathedral of Aix-la-Chapelle. It is night. Great arches in Lombardian archi-
tecture, with capitals of birds and flowers. At the right of the stage is a
small bronze door, low and curved. A single lamp in the gloom, suspended
from the stone ceiling, shows the inscription "CAROLVS MAGNVS. » One
cannot see to the end of the succeeding vaults, in the intricacy of arches,
steps, and columns in shadow. Don Carlos of Spain, aware of the meeting
of the conspiring league, of which the outlawed Hernani is a member, has
decided (at the risk of assassination) to overhear the plot and to surprise the
plotters; not only in their own council but at the moment when he is likely,
in spite of their cabal, to be announced as elected Emperor by the firing of
three cannon at the command of the electoral college. This extract abridges
his sombre monologue, giving the beginning and concluding passage. ]
DON
ON CARLOS [alone] - Forgive me, Charlemagne! Oh, this lonely
vault
Should echo only unto solemn words.
Thou must be angry at the babble vain
Of our ambition at your monument.
Here Charlemagne rests! How can the sombre tomb
Without a rifting spasm hold such dust!
And art thou truly here, colossal power,
Creator of the world? And canst thou now
Crouch down from all thy majesty and might?
Ah, 'tis a spectacle to stir the soul-
What Europe was, and what by thee 'twas made.
To govern this - to mount so high if called,
Yet know myself to be but mortal man"!
To see the abyss-if not that moment struck
With dizziness bewildering every sense.
Oh, moving pyramid of states and kings
With apex narrow,-woe to timid step!
What shall restrain me? If I fail when there
Feeling my feet upon the trembling world,
Feeling alive the palpitating earth,
Then when I have between my hands the globe
Have I alone the strength to hold it fast,
To be an Emperor? O God! 'twas hard
And difficult to play the kingly part.
Certes, no man is rarer than the one
Who can enlarge his soul to duly meet
Great Fortune's smiles and still increasing gifts.
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But I
Who is it that shall be my guide,
My counselor, and make me great?
[Falls on his knees before the tomb.
'Tis thou,
O Charlemagne! And since 'tis God for whom
All obstacles dissolve, who takes us now
And puts us face to face,—from this tomb's depths
Endow me with sublimity and strength.
Let me be great enough to see the truth
On every side. Show me how small the world
I dare not measure. -me this Babel show
Where, from the hind to Cæsar mounting up,
Each one, complaisant with himself, regards
The next with scorn that is but half restrained.
Teach me the secret of thy conquests all,
And how to rule. And show me certainly
Whether to punish or to pardon be
The worthier thing to do.
Is it not fact
That in his solitary bed sometimes
A mighty shade is wakened from his sleep,
Aroused by noise and turbulence on earth;
That suddenly his tomb expands itself,
And bursts its doors—and in the night flings forth
A flood of light? If this be true indeed,
Say, Emperor! what can after Charlemagne
Another do! Speak, though thy sovereign breath
Should cleave this brazen door. Or rather now
Let me thy sanctuary enter lone!
Let me behold thy veritable face,
And not repulse me with a freezing breath.
Upon thy stony pillow elbows lean,
And let us talk. Yes, with prophetic voice
Tell me of things which make the forehead pale,
And clear eyes mournful. Speak, and do not blind
Thine awe-struck son, for doubtlessly thy tomb
Is full of light. Or if thou wilt not speak,
Let me make study in the solemn peace
Of thee, as of a world; thy measure take,
O giant! for there's nothing here below
So great as thy poor ashes. Let them teach,
Failing thy spirit.
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[He puts the key in the lock.
Let us enter now.
[He recoils.
O God, if he should really whisper me!


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VICTOR HUGO
If he be there and walks with noiseless tread,
And I come back with hair in moments bleached!
I'll do it still.
[Sound of footsteps. ]
Who comes? who dares disturb
Besides myself the dwelling of such dead!
[The sound comes nearer. ]
My murderers! I forgot! Now enter we.
[He opens the door of the tomb, which shuts upon him. ]
Enter several men (Conspirators) walking softly, disguised by large cloaks
and hats. They take each other's hands, going from one to another
and speaking in a low tone.
First Conspirator [who alone carries a lighted torch]—
Ad augusta.
Second Conspirator-
First Conspirator -
Per angusta.
Shield us.
Third Conspirator-
First Conspirator-
-
――――――――
First Conspirator-
Who's there?
A Voice
Second Conspirator-
The dead assist us.
First Conspirator to Third-
Third Conspirator-
Voice [in the darkness]-
Ad augusta.
Third Conspirator-
Ad augusta.
Per angusta.
Enter fresh Conspirators-noise of footsteps
First Conspirator-
The Saints
[Noise in the shade. ]
See! there is some one still to come.
Guard us, God!
All now are here.
To state the case.
Per angusta.
Enter more Conspirators, who exchange signs with their hands with the
others
Who's there?
'Tis well.
Gotha, to you it falls
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VICTOR HUGO
Duke of Gotha [rising]-
[The Conspirators sit in a half-circle on the tombs. The First Conspirator
passes before them, and from his torch each one lights a wax taper
which he holds in his hand. Then the First Conspirator seats him-
self in silence on a tomb a little higher than the others, in the centre
of the circle. ]
My friends! This Charles of Spain, by mother's side
A foreigner, aspires to mount the throne
Of Holy Empire.
First Conspirator-
But for him the grave.
All-
Duke of Gotha [throwing down his light and crushing it with his foot] —
Let it be with his head as with this flame.
So be it.
First Conspirator-
Duke of Gotha
All
Let him be slain.
Don Juan de Haro-
Duke de Lutzelbourg —
Duke of Gotha -
A Conspirator-
All-
-
His mother Spanish.
-
All-
First Conspirator-
Don Gil Tellez Giron-
Death unto him.
Thus you see that he
Is no more one than other. Let him die.
First Conspirator-
Suppose th' Electors at this very hour
Declare him Emperor!
Let him die.
German his father was.
The Empire.
First Conspirator-
What signifies? Let us strike off the head,
The crown will fall.
All-
First Conspirator —
-
But if to him belongs
The Holy Empire, he becomes so great
And so august, that only God's own hand
Can reach him.
-
Duke of Gotha –
All the better reason why
He dies before such power august he gains.
First Conspirator-
He shall not be elected.
Him! oh, never him!
Not for him
Now, how many hands will't take
To put him in his shroud?
One is enough.
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VICTOR HUGO
First Conspirator-
All-
First Conspirator-
____
Who, then, will strike?
All! All!
The victim is
A traitor proved. They would an Emperor choose,
We've a high priest to make. Let us draw lots.
[All the Conspirators write their names on their tablets, tear out the leaf,
roll it up, and one after another throw them into the urn on one of
the tombs. Afterwards the First Conspirator says:-]
Now let us pray.
[All kneel; the First Conspirator rises and says:-]
Oh, may the chosen one
Believe in God, and like a Roman strike,—
Die as a Hebrew would, and brave alike
The wheel and burning pincers, laugh at rack
And fire and wooden horse, and be resigned
To kill and die. He might have all to do.
[He draws a parchment from the urn. ]
What name?
All-
First Conspirator [in low voice] -
Hernani!
Hernani [coming out from the crowd of Conspirators] —
I have won,—yes, won!
I hold thee fast! Thee I've so long pursued
With vengeance.
Don Ruy Gomez [piercing through the crowd and taking Hernani aside] —
Yield-oh yield this right to me.
Hernani-Not for my life! O Signor, grudge me not
This stroke of fortune-'tis the first I've known.
Don Ruy Gomez-
You nothing have! I'll give you houses, lands,
A hundred thousand vassals shall be yours
In my three hundred villages, if you
But yield the right to strike to me.
No-no.
Hernani-
Duke of Gotha-
Old man, thy arm would strike less sure a blow.
Don Ruy Gomez-
Back! I have strength of soul, if not of arm.
Judge not the sword by the mere scabbard's rust.
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VICTOR HUGO
Hernani-
My life is yours,
As his belongs to me.
Don Ruy Gomez [drawing the horn from his girdle]—
I yield Her up,
And will return the horn.
Hernani [trembling]-
[To Hernani]-
You do belong to me.
What, life! my life
And Doña Sol! No, I my vengeance choose.
I have my father to revenge-yet more,
Perchance I am inspired by God in this.
Don Ruy Gomez –
I yield thee Her-and give thee back the horn!
Hernani-No!
Don Ruy Gomez-
Hernani-
-
--
Boy, reflect.
Hernani-
Don Ruy Gomez-
-
My curses on you for depriving me
Of this my joy.
First Conspirator [to Hernani]—
O Duke, leave me my prey!
To kill a man.
First Conspirator-
O brother! ere they can
Elect him-'twould be well this very night
To watch for Charles.
―――――――
Fear naught: I know the way
May every treason fall
On traitor, and may God be with you now.
We counts and barons, let us take the oath
That if he fall, yet slay not, we go on
And strike by turn unflinching till Charles dies.
All [drawing their swords]-
Let us all swear.
Duke of Gotha [to First Conspirator]-
My brother, let's decide
On what we swear.
Don Ruy Gomez [taking his sword by the point and raising it above his
By this same cross-
head]-
All [raising their swords]-
That he must quickly die impenitent.
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-
And this-
[They hear a cannon fired afar off. All pause and are silent. The door
Carlos appears at the threshold. A
He opens wide the door, and stands
of the tomb half opens, and Don
second gun is fired, then a third.
erect and motionless without advancing. ]


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Don Carlos —
Fall back, ye gentlemen-the Emperor hears.
[All the lights are simultaneously extinguished. A profound silence. Don
Carlos advances a step in the darkness, so dense that the silent, mo-
tionless Conspirators can scarcely be distinguished. ]
Silence and night! From darkness sprung, the swarm
Into the darkness plunges back again!
Think ye this scene is like a passing dream,
And that I take you, now your lights are quenched,
For men's stone figures seated on their tombs?
Just now, my statues, you had voices loud.
Raise, then, your drooping heads, for Charles the Fifth
Is here. Strike. Move a pace or two and show
You dare. But no, 'tis not in you to dare.
Your flaming torches, blood-red 'neath these vaults,
My breath extinguished; but now turn your eyes
Irresolute, and see that if I thus
Put out the many, I can light still more.
[He strikes the iron key on the bronze door of the tomb.
At the sound all
the depths of the cavern are filled with soldiers bearing torches and
halberts. At their head the Duke d'Alcala, the Marquis d'Almu-
ñan, etc. ]
Come on, my falcons! I've the nest- the prey.
[To Conspirators]-
I can make blaze of light; 'tis my turn now,-
Behold!
--
[To the Soldiers] —
Hernani [looking at the Soldiers] -
Don Carlos —
Advance-for flagrant is the crime.
-
Ah, well! At first I thought 'twas Charlemagne,-
Alone he seemed so great,- but after all
'Tis only Charles the Fifth.
Don Carlos [to the Duke d'Alcala]-
Of Spain,
[To Marquis d'Almuñan] —
And you, Castilian Admiral,
Disarm them all.
[The Conspirators are surrounded and disarmed. ]
Don Ricardo [hurrying in and bowing almost to the ground] —
Your Majesty!
I make you of the Palace.
Come, Constable
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VICTOR HUGO
Don Ricardo [again bowing]-
Two Electors,
To represent the Golden Chamber, come
To offer to your Sacred Majesty
Congratulations now.
Don Carlos
[Aside to Don Ricardo]-
The Doña Sol.
Duke of Bavaria -
[Ricardo bows, and exit. ]
Enter with flambeaux and flourish of trumpets the King of Bohemia and
the Duke of Bavaria, both wearing cloth of gold and with crowns
on their heads, and with numerous followers. German nobles carry-
ing the banner of the Empire, the double-headed Eagle, with the
escutcheon of Spain in the middle of it. The soldiers divide, forming
lines between which the Electors pass to the Emperor, to whom they
bow low. He returns the salutation by raising his hat.
Most Sacred Majesty
Charles, of the Romans King, and Emperor,
The Empire of the world is in your hands-
Yours is the throne to which each king aspires!
The Saxon Frederick was elected first,
Don Carlos-
But he judged you more worthy, and declined.
Now then receive the crown and globe, O King:
The Holy Empire doth invest you now;
Arms with the sword, and you indeed are great.
King of Bohemia
Let them come forth.
-
The College I will thank on my return.
But go, my brother of Bohemia,
And you, Bavarian cousin. -Thanks; but now
I do dismiss you I shall go myself.
Don Carlos-
-
The Crowd-
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O Charles, our ancestors were friends. My sire
Loved yours, and their two fathers were two friends-
So young! exposed to varied fortunes! Say,
O Charles, may I be ranked a very chief
Among thy brothers? I cannot forget
I knew you as a little child.
Ah, well
King of Bohemia, you presume too much.
[He gives him his hand to kiss, also the Duke of Bavaria; both bow low. ]
Depart.
[Exeunt the two Electors with their followers.
LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!


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7746
VICTOR HUGO
Don Carlos [aside]-
So 'tis mine!
All things have helped, and I am Emperor —
By the refusal, though, of Frederick
Surnamed the Wise!
Enter Doña Sol, led by Ricardo
Doña Sol-
What, soldiers! -Emperor! -
Hernani! Heaven, what an unlooked-for chance!
Hernani-Ah! Doña Sol!
Don Ruy Gomez [aside to Hernani]-
Hernani-
[Doña Sol runs to Hernani, who makes her recoil by a look of disdain. ]
Hernani-
Doña Sol [drawing the dagger from her bosom]—
I still his poniard have!
Hernani [taking her in his arms]— My dearest one!
Don Carlos-
She has not seen me.
Be silent all.
[To the Conspirators]—
Is't you remorseless are?
I need to give the world a lesson now,
The Lara of Castile, and Gotha, you
Of Saxony-all-all-what were your plans
Just now? I bid you speak.
Don Carlos-
Quite simple, sire,
The thing, and we can briefly tell it you.
We 'graved the sentence on Belshazzar's wall.
We render unto Cæsar Cæsar's due.
Don Ruy Gomez
Madam!
[He takes out a poniard and brandishes it.
Silence!
[To Don Ruy Gomez]—
And you! you too are traitor, Silva!
Which of us two is traitor, sire?
Hernani [turning towards the Conspirators]- Our heads
And Empire-all that he desires he has.
[To the Emperor]-
The mantle blue of kings incumbered you;
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Don Carlos [to Don Ruy Gomez]·
Don Ruy Gomez –
Cousin of Silva, this is felony,
Attainting your baronial rank.
Don Ruy-high treason!
-
―
Count Julians make.
Don Carlos [to the Duke d'Alcala]-
-
Think well,
Kings like Roderick
Seize only those who seem
The nobles; for the rest!
[Don Ruy Gomez, the Duke de Lutzelbourg, the Duke of Gotha, Don Juan
de Haro, Don Guzman de Lara, Don Tellez Giron, the Baron of
Hohenbourg, separate themselves from the group of Conspirators,
among whom is Hernani. The Duke d'Alcala surrounds them with
guards. ]
Doña Sol [aside]-
Ah, he is saved!
Hernani [coming from among the Conspirators] —
Since to this
I claim to be included!
[To Don Carlos]-
It comes, the question of the axe: that now
Hernani, humble churl, beneath thy feet
Unpunished goes, because his brow is not
At level with thy sword,- because one must
Be great to die,-I rise. God, who gives power,
And gives to thee the sceptre, made me Duke
Of Segorbe and Cardona, Marquis too
Of Monroy, Albaterra's Count, of Gor
Viscount, and lord of many places, more
Than I can name. Juan of Aragon
Am I, Grand Master of Avis-the son
In exile born, of murdered father slain
-
By king's decree, King Charles, which me proscribed.
Thus death 'twixt us is family affair;
You have the scaffold -we the poniard hold.
Since heaven a duke has made me, and exile
A mountaineer,—since all in vain I've sharpened
Upon the hills my sword, and in the torrents
Have tempered it,
[To the Conspirators]-
[He puts on his hat.
Let us be covered now,
Us, the Grandees of Spain.
[They cover.
[To Don Carlos] -
Our heads, O King,
Have right to fall before thee covered thus.
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VICTOR HUGO
Hernani-
[To the prisoners]—
Silva and Haro, Lara,- men of rank
Doña Sol-
Don Carlos-
And race,- make room for Juan of Aragon.
Give me my place, ye dukes and counts-my place.
[To the courtiers and guards] —
King, headsmen, varlets - Juan of Aragon
Am I. If all your scaffolds are too small,
Make new ones.
[He joins the group of nobles.
I had forgotten quite
But they who bleed remember
Far better. Th' evil that wrong-doer thus
So senselessly forgets, forever stirs
Within the outraged heart.
Hernani-
This history.
Don Carlos —
Therefore, enough
For me to bear this title, that I'm son
Of sires whose power dealt death to ancestors
Of yours!
Don Carlos —
Doña Sol [falling on her knees before the Emperor] —
Oh, pardon-pardon! Mercy, sire;
Be pitiful, or strike us both, I pray:
For he my lover is, my promised spouse;
In him it is alone I live-I breathe;
O sire, in mercy us together slay.
Trembling, O Majesty! I trail myself
Before your sacred knees. I love him, sire,
And he is mine as Empire is your own.
Have pity!
Heavens!
The King?
Don Carlos -
[Don Carlos looks at her without moving.
Oh, what thought absorbs you?
Rise, Duchess of Segorbe, Marchioness
Of Monroy, Countess Albaterra, and —
[To Hernani]—
Thine other names, Don Juan?
No, 'tis the Emperor.
Doña Sol-
Don Carlos [pointing to her]-
Who speaks thus:
Cease.
Just Heaven!
Duke Juan, take your wife.
Hernani [his eyes raised to heaven, Doña Sol in his arms]
Just God!


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VICTOR HUGO
Don Carlos [to Don Ruy Gomez] —
I know the pride of your nobility,
But Aragon with Silva well may mate.
Don Ruy Gomez [bitterly]-
'Tis not a question of nobility.
Don Ruy Gomez [aside, and looking at them]-
Hernani [looking with love on Doña Sol and still holding her in his arms]-
My deadly hate is vanishing away.
[Throws away his dagger.
My cousin,
Shall I betray myself? Oh, no—my grief,
My foolish love would make them pity cast
Upon my venerable head. Old man
And Spaniard! Let the hidden fire consume,
And suffer still in secret. Let heart break
But cry not;-they would laugh at thee.
Doña Sol [still in Hernani's arms)-
Hernani - Nothing my soul holds now but love!
Doña Sol-
Don Carlos [aside, his hand in his bosom] -
Oh, joy!
Stifle thyself, young heart so full of flame;
Let reign again the better thoughts which thou
So long hast troubled. Henceforth let thy loves,
Thy mistresses, alas! be Germany
And Flanders — Spain.
Hernani-
Don Carlos -
My Duke!
The Emperor is like.
The Eagle his companion,-in the place
Of heart, there's but a 'scutcheon.
[Looking at the banner.
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Cæsar you
Don Juan, of your ancient name and race
Your soul is worthy,
[Pointing to Doña Sol.
Worthy e'en of her.
Kneel, Duke.
[Hernani kneels. Don Carlos unfastens his own Golden Fleece and puts it
on Hernani's neck. ]
Receive this collar.
[Don Carlos draws his sword and strikes him three times on the shoulder. ]
Faithful be;
For by St. Stephen now I make thee Knight.
[He raises and embraces him.
Thou hast a collar softer and more choice,-
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The arms of loving woman, loved by thee.
Thou wilt be happy-I am Emperor.
[To Conspirators] —
Sirs, I forget your names. Anger and hate
I will forget. Go-go-I pardon you.
This is the lesson that the world much needs.
The Conspirators —
Glory to Charles!
Don Ruy Gomez [to Don Carlos]-
Don Carlos -
And I!
Don Ruy Gomez
Forgiven!
I only suffer, then!
But I have not like Majesty
Hernani-
Who is't has worked this wondrous change?
All-Nobles, Soldiers, Conspirators-
Honor to Charles the Fifth, and Germany!
Don Carlos [turning to the tomb]-
Don Carlos [alone] -
―――――
Honor to Charlemagne! Leave us now together.
[Exeunt all.
[He bends towards the tomb.
Art thou content with me, O Charlemagne ?
Have I the kingship's littleness stripped off?
Become as Emperor another man?
Can I Rome's mitre add unto my helm?
Have I the right the fortunes of the world
To sway? Have I a steady foot that safe
Can tread the path, by Vandal ruins strewed,
Which thou hast beaten by thine armies vast?
Have I my candle lighted at thy flame?
Did I interpret right the voice that spake
Within this tomb? Ah, I was lost-alone
Before an Empire-a wide howling world
That threatened and conspired! There were the Danes
To punish, and the Holy Father's self
To compensate - with Venice - Soliman,
-
Francis, and Luther-and a thousand dirks
Gleaming already in the shade. snares — rocks;
And countless foes; a score of nations, each
Of which might serve to awe a score of kings.
Things ripe, all pressing to be done at once.
I cried to thee-with what shall I begin?
And thou didst answer-Son, by clemency!
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THE CHAIN-GANG FOR THE GALLEYS
From Les Misérables. '
Translated by Isabel F. Hapgood. Copyright 1887,
by T. Y. Crowell & Co.
J
EAN VALJEAN's inclination led him, as we have seen, to the
least frequented spots, to solitary nooks, to forgotten places.
There then existed, in the vicinity of the barriers of Paris,
a sort of poor meadows, which were almost confounded with the
city, where grew in summer sickly grain, and which in autumn,
after the harvest had been gathered, presented the appearance
of having been not reaped, but peeled. Jean Valjean loved to
haunt these fields. Cosette was not bored there. It meant soli-
tude to him and liberty to her. There she became a little girl
once more: she could run and almost play; she took off her
hat, laid it on Jean Valjean's knees, and gathered bunches of
flowers. She gazed at the butterflies on the flowers, but did not
catch them; gentleness and tenderness are born with love, and
the young girl who cherishes within her breast a trembling and
fragile ideal has mercy on the wing of a butterfly. She wove
garlands of poppies, which she placed on her head, and which,
crossed and penetrated with sunlight, glowing until they flamed,
formed for her rosy face a crown of burning embers.
Even after their life had grown sad, they kept up their cus-
tom of early strolls.
One morning in October, therefore, tempted by the serene
perfection of the autumn of 1831, they set out, and found them-
selves at break of day near the Barrière du Maine. It was not
dawn, it was daybreak; a delightful and stern moment. A few
constellations here and there in the deep, pale azure, the earth
all black, the heavens all white, a quiver amid the blades of
grass, everywhere the mysterious chill of twilight. A lark, which
seemed mingled with the stars, was caroling at a prodigious
height, and one would have declared that that hymn of petti-
ness calmed immensity. In the East, the Val-de-Grâce projected
its dark mass on the clear horizon with the sharpness of steel;
Venus dazzlingly brilliant was rising behind that dome, and had
the air of a soul making its escape from a gloomy edifice.
All was peace and silence; there was no one on the road; a
few stray laborers, of whom they caught barely a glimpse, were
on their way to their work along the side paths.


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VICTOR HUGO
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Jean Valjean was sitting in a cross-walk, on some planks
deposited at the gate of the timber-yard. His face was turned
towards the highway, his back towards the light; he had forgot-
ten the sun, which was on the point of rising; he had sunk into
one of those profound absorptions in which the mind becomes con-
centrated, which imprison even the eye, and which are equiva-
lent to four walls. There are meditations which may be called
vertical; when one is at the bottom of them, time is required
to return to earth. Jean Valjean had plunged into one of these
reveries. He was thinking of Cosette, of the happiness that was
possible if nothing came between him and her, of the light with
which she filled his life,-a light which was but the emanation
of her soul. He was almost happy in his revery. Cosette, who
was standing beside him, was gazing at the clouds as they turned
rosy.
All at once Cosette exclaimed, "Father, I should think some
one was coming yonder. " Jean Valjean raised his eyes.
Cosette was right.