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Thorold's lecture was very proper and grave, instead of being full of fun and amusement as well as instruction. I took Preston to task about it when we got home. "You hinder pleasure when you go in that mood," I told him. "What mood?" "You know. You never are pleasant when Mr. Thorold is present or when he is mentioned." "He is a cowardly Yankee!" was Preston's rejoinder.
"Take treasure and ship, and go to Baldwin in Flanders," said Thorold, a great Anglo-Dane from Lincolnshire, "for even Harold's name can scarce save thee from outlawry." Tostig glared round on the assembly, and met but one common expression in the face of all. "These are thy henchmen, Harold!" he said through his gnashing teeth, without vouchsafing farther word, strode from the council-hall.
"But suppose you are under fire?" I said. "What?" said he, looking and laughing again. "If you are a good soldier in an enemy's country, always with work to do; will you wish to be off your guard, or off duty?" "But what a life!" said Thorold. "If you love your Captain?" said I. He stopped and looked at me with one of the keenest looks of scrutiny I ever met.
"If Sigurd was Jarl only because he is strong, Thorolf would be Jarl in his stead." Now, Thorold was the son of Thorolf, and this was more than he could stand. He sprang at Ulf without another word.
"Preston?" echoed Thorold. "My Cousin Preston Gary; your classmate Gary." "Gary! Oh, he is going to Washington, like the rest of us." "Which side will he take?" "You should know, perhaps, better than I," said Thorold. "He always has taken the Southern side, and very exclusively." "Has taken?" said I. "Do you mean that among the cadets there has been a South and a North until now, lately?"
And, no doubt Mr. De Saussure would have liked the neighbourhood of Magnolia, and to add its harvest to his own. And all the while I belonged to Mr. Thorold, and nobody else could have me. My thoughts came back to that refrain with a strong sense of pain and gladness. However, the gladness was the strongest. How lovely the lake was, with its sunlit hills!
"The improving a kingdom in matter of husbandry is better than conquering a new kingdom," says old Samuel Hartlib, Milton's friend, in his Legacie. It is a curious fact that as the Romans derived agricultural wisdom from their ancient enemies, so did the English. Cf. Thorold Rogers' Six Centuries of Work and Wages. "We owe the improvements in English agriculture to Holland.
Then only Sir Guy and Sir Heraud being left to fight, Sir Guy attacked Earl Lombard and smote him to the heart, whilst Sir Heraud chased Hugo, fleeing like a hound, and drove his spear throughout his body. Thus were Sir Urry and Sir Thorold avenged.
Professor Thorold Rogers reminds us that the period when a great outcry is heard against any social evil, is not that wherein the evil is at its height, for then there would probably be no power of protest, but rather that in which the recuperative forces of society are rallying to throw off the disorder from the body politic.
Thorold came, and we went for our walk. It was so sultry we went very leisurely and also met few people; and instead of looking very carefully at the beauties of nature and art we had come to see, we got into a great talk as we strolled along; indeed, sometimes we stopped and sat down to talk. Mr. Thorold told me about himself, or rather, about his home in Vermont and his old life there.
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