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And have you never reflected how the prescient mind of Shakespeare created an entirely new and wonderful figure in literature, the half-human, half-bestial Caliban, with his god Setebos a truly marvellous resuscitation of primitive man, that in our day has inspired Mr.
Besides capar, the name of a root already mentioned, and which likewise they applied to the bread or ship's biscuit given them by the Spaniards, the only words reported of their language are ali water, amel black, cheiche red, cherecai red cloth; and Setebos and Cheleule are the names of two beings to whom they pay religious respect, Setebos being the supreme, and Cheleule an inferior deity.
Browning's "Caliban on Setebos," which contains the entire essence of all that Tylor and other investigators in the same field have since written on the subject of Animism? It seems that the Lord Bishop of Carlisle reads even the poets to small purpose.
Then suddenly a thunderstorm breaks over Caliban's island, and the profane speculator falls flat upon his face "Lo! 'Lieth flat and loveth Setebos! 'Maketh his teeth meet through his upper lip, Will let those quails fly, will not eat this month One little mess of whelks, so he may 'scape!"
There are some things, you know, which are fine. That ride of the three Dutchmen, and Herve Riel and others, they are all right. But there was a piece we read last week. The first line stumped my aunt, and it takes a good deal to do that, for she rides very straight. `Setebos and Setebos and Setebos. That was the line." "It sounds like a charm." "No, it is a gentleman's name.
To amuse His solitary and weary intelligence, and to become the victims or the indulged manifestations of His power. Why is one man selected for extreme agony from which a score of his fellows escape? Because god Setebos resembles Caliban, when through mere caprice he lets twenty crabs march past him unhurt and stones the twenty-first, Loving not, hating not, just choosing so.
The three students looked sadly at each other. 'This is worse than anything I could have imagined, said the reader. 'We mast skip that line. 'But we are skipping everything. 'It's a person's name, said Mrs. Beecher. 'Or three persons. 'No, only one, I think. 'But why should he repeat it three times? 'For emphasis! 'Perhaps, said Mrs. Beecher, 'it was Mr. Setebos, and Mrs.
"He gave me that book, too," said Beetle, licking his lips: "There's a great text in Galatians, Once you trip on it entails Twenty-nine distinct damnations, One sure if another fails." Then irrelevantly: "Setebos! Setebos! and Setebos! Thinketh he liveth in the cold of the moon." "He's just come in from dinner," said Dick Four, looking through the window. "Manders minor is with him."
Setebos, and a little Setebos. 'Now, if you are going to make fun, I won't read. But I think we were wrong to say that we would take it line by line. It would be easier sentence by sentence. 'Quite so. 'Then we will include the next line, which finishes the sentence. It is, "thinketh he dwelleth in the cold of the moon." 'Then it WAS only one Setebos! cried Maude. 'So it appears.
At a very early age I remember realising in a quite impersonal and kindly way the existence of that stupidity, and its tremendous influence in the world; while there grew up in me, as in the parallel case of Caliban upon Setebos, a vague sense of a ruling power, wilful and freakish, and prone to the practice of vagaries "just choosing so:" as, for instance, the giving of authority over us to these hopeless and incapable creatures, when it might far more reasonably have been given to ourselves over them.
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