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The names are not those of pastoral tradition, but rather of the popular romance, Aeglamour, Lionel, Clarion, Mellifleur, Amie, or more homely, yet without Spenser's rusticity, Alken; while the one name of learned origin is a coining of Jonson's own, Earine, the spirit of the spring.
Elder Ryan, whose warm, emotional Irish nature had been deeply affected by the experiences of the love-feast, preached one of his most spirit-stirring sermons. It was like the peal of a clarion calling to the battle of Armageddon the warriors of God against the powers of darkness. He was interrupted, but not the least disconcerted, by exclamations of "Amen!" "Hallelujah!" "Praise the Lord!"
The knight, therefore, stretched himself for repose upon a rich couch with which the tent was provided; and the faithful Gurth, extending his hardy limbs upon a bear-skin which formed a sort of carpet to the pavilion, laid himself across the opening of the tent, so that no one could enter without awakening him. The heralds left their pricking up and down, Now ringen trumpets loud and clarion.
He had lately joined the Venturists. Anthony had taken a fancy to him. Louis as yet knew little or nothing of him. "Ah, well!" he said, in reply to his brother, "I don't know. I think the Clarion can do something. The press grows more and more powerful in these things."
We expected a good deal of criticism, of course, when we came out thus boldly against a custom which had prevailed since the beginning of so-called "around the world" record trips. But we did not expect to be challenged to prove our sincerity by ourselves making such a journey in competition with our esteemed but rabid contemporary, the Clarion.
And his comrades of the Household, when they saw this through their race-glasses, broke through their serenity and burst into a cheer that echoed over the grasslands and the coppices like a clarion, the grand rich voice of the Seraph leading foremost and loudest a cheer that rolled mellow and triumphant down the cold, bright air like the blast of trumpets, and thrilled on Bertie's ear where he came down the course, a mile away.
But one of the men employed at the Bantock Burden pit, Jack Briscoe, was a socialist, and he had distinguished himself by a violent letter upon the crisis to the leading socialistic paper in England, The Clarion, in which he had adventured among the motives of Lord Redcar. The publication of this had been followed by instant dismissal.
'What papers do you read? 'Oh, practically all. This house is like a club for papers and magazines. My brother-in-law has everything. 'The Clarion? 'No, I never saw the Clarion. 'The Labour Leader? 'No. 'The Labour Record? 'No. 'It is the organ of our party. 'I I'm afraid I never heard of any of them. Miss Claxton smiled. 'I'll take them in myself in future, said the lady on the sofa.
His last sentence rang like the clarion peal of a trumpet: "Desert him now and the election of George B. McClellan on a 'Peace-at-any-Price' platform is a certainty the Union is dissevered, the Confederacy established, the slaves reshackled, the dead dishonored and the living disgraced!" His last sentence was an angry shout whose passion swept the crowd to its feet.
The department stores do go into the 'Clarion' because it gets to a public they can't reach any other way. But they give it just as little space as they can. It isn't popular." "Well, I don't intend to make the paper yellow." "Of course you don't. Keep your mind on it as a business proposition and you won't go wrong. Remember, it's the advertiser that pays.
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