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But on the whole, says Mahaffy I think rightly there was something sordid, grasping, and calculating: noblesse oblige made little appeal to them was rather foreign to their nature. Patricianism did exist; in Sparta; perhaps in Thebes.
I said, the Soul had little more to say. . . . About midway through that cycle came Aegospotami, and the destruction of the Long Walls and of the Empire; but these did not put an end to Athenian significance. Mahaffy very wisely goes to work to dethrone the Peloponnesian War as he does, too, the Persian from the eminence it has been given in the textbooks ever since.
Gossip as a legitimate part of conversation is defended by one of the greatest of present-day scholars; and I cannot do better than to quote, in closing, what Mr. Mahaffy has said about it: "The topic which ought to be always interesting is the discussion of human character and human motives.
The sheriff had spoken of tar and feathers very quietly he stood erect and picked up the stool. "Heaven helping me, I'll brain a citizen or two before it comes to that!" he told himself. The cautious steps continued to approach. Some one paused below the closely shuttered window, and a hand struck the boards sharply. A whisper stole into the jail. "Are you awake, Price?" It was Mahaffy who spoke.
"Where have they gone?" asked Mahaffy, and his long jaw dropped. "Would to God I had an answer ready for that question, Solomon!" answered the judge, with a melancholy shake of the head. He gazed down on his friend with an air of large tolerance. "I am going to Belle Plain, but you are too drunk. Sleep it off, Solomon, and join me when your brain is clear and your legs steady."
"I never give you the chance," retorted his friend. Mr. Mahaffy drew near the table. "Sit down," urged the judge. "I hope you feel mean?" said Mahaffy. "If it's any satisfaction to you, I do," admitted the judge. "You ought to." Mahaffy drew forward a chair. The judge filled his glass. But Mr.
Carrington and a couple of strangers outside who've been asking about Miss Malroy and the boy, seems like the strangers knowed her and him back yonder in No'th Carolina," said the sheriff as he turned away. "I'll see them." The sheriff went from the room and the judge dismissed the servants. "Well, what do you think, Price?" asked Mahaffy anxiously when they were alone. "Rubbish!
Such was the speech which Solon addrest to Croesus, a speech which brought him neither largess nor honor. The king with much indifference saw Solon depart, since the former thought that a man must be an arrant fool who made no account of present good, but bade men always wait and mark the end. J. P. Mahaffy has likened him to Goldsmith in his aloofness from his environment.
There was a brief struggle and Hicks went down with the Earl of Lambeth astride of him; then from his boot leg that knightly soul flashed a horn-handled tickler of formidable dimensions. The judge, Yancy, and Mahaffy, sprang from their chairs. Mr. Mahaffy was plainly shocked at the spectacle of Mr. Cavendish's lawless violence.
The same handsome treatment which the judge commended, had been as freely tendered him, yet he saw the end of all such hospitality. This was the worm in the bud. The judge, however, was an eager idealist; he still dreamed of Utopia, he still believed in millenniums. Mahaffy didn't and couldn't. Memory was the scarecrow in the garden of his hopes you could wear out your welcome anywhere.
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