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Corps work was revivified under the stimulus of war; the field days by Babylon Hill provided genuine excitement, in spite of the prolixity of Rogers's subsequent summary of the day's work. There were going to be very few football matches; but "uppers" were played with the old keenness, and there was fierce competition for the last places in the scrum.
"I intend to do my duty, Mr. Forsythe," said Gardley; and Forsythe noticed that the young man still held his weapons. "I was set this night to guard Mr. Rogers's property. That I did not expect his daughter would be a part of the evening's guarding has nothing to do with the matter. I shall certainly put the matter into Mr. Rogers's hands." Rosa began to cry softly.
They failed even to obtain immortality for the writers in whom there was really something of genius, but whom they extolled beyond their deserts. Their pet idol, for example, was Samuel Rogers. And who reads Rogers's poems now? We remember something about them, and that is all; they are very literally 'Pleasures of Memory.
Nearly every one, of course, has made the acquaintance of Nydia, the blind girl, in Bulwer-Lytton's "The Last Days of Pompeii," and so gaze at Rogers's fleeing figure with eyes too sympathetic to see its faults. Far more important is the work of William H. Rinehart, of the same age as Rogers, and resembling him somewhat in development.
A little beyond the entrance of the town, by the gateway of Mr Rogers's coal store, he came on a group a trio he could not well pass without salutation. "Well, I hope you're satisfied this time?" Mr Rogers was saying. "I suppose I must be," Mr Philp was grumbling in answer. "But all I can say is, coals burn faster than they used." "It's the way with best Newcastle."
But without insisting on Rogers's view, it is not denied that the weakest of the small yeomen sank into utter misery, becoming paupers or worse.
Moonlight and high noon! The great romancer gives a dreamy, poetic version of the river landscape, musically phrased, pictorially composed, dissolved in atmosphere a lovely piece of literary art, with the soft blur of a mezzotint engraving, say, from the designs by Turner in Rogers's "Italy."
The grass underfoot was grey with dew, and overhead the birds were singing. An old horse that had been sleeping in his pasture heaved himself up and gazed at me as I went by, and either his snort of contempt or the sound of my footsteps must have struck on Mr. Rogers's ear. He turned and allowed me to catch up with him. "It's you, eh?" He eyed me between pity and distrust.
He leaves four of his fifteen companies, and Rogers's section of the Loudoun Artillery, which has come up from Cocke's Brigade, at the ford below to defend the approaches to the Stone Bridge, from the East side of Bull Run, and, with the other eleven companies, and Latham's half-battery, he hurries Westward, along the Warrenton Pike, toward the Sudley road-crossing, to resist the impending Union attack.
"And others will have it as the engagement's broken off by reason of your losin' all your money in Johnny Rogers's smash?" "And that," said Cai, "is just as true as the other. But who says that Rogers has gone smash?" "Everyone. I tackled Tabb upon the subject this mornin', and he couldn' deny it. The man's clean scat.
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