“Why, the Cid,” sez I, “who led the armies aginst the Moors and freed Spain.”
“Wall,” sez Josiah, “I should think if he done all that it would look better for you not to nickname him and call him Syd. You never wuz intimate with Sydney,” sez he.
Sez I, “That hain’t his name; it is C-i-d, Cid. Hain’t you hearn Thomas J. read about him—all the great things he did, and how after he wuz dead he rode into Bruges clad in armor? And when a Jew approached his dead body to offer it some insult his mailed hand come up and knocked him down.”
Sez Josiah, “I don’t approve of Syds doin’ that anyway—I should go aginst it; it would be apt to make queer funerals if sech things wuz encouraged.”
“Wall,” sez I, “I don’t say it is so, but I’ve hearn tell it wuz.”
Anyway, we found in the town-hall his bones wuz nothin’ but dust. Josiah kinder sheered away from the box where they wuz kep’, but nothin’ took place and ensued.
The cathedral is a sight—a sight. I felt a good deal as I stood under its walls as a ant would feel if she wuz sot down under Bunker Hill Monument. And inside the buildin’ my emotions wuz still more various and lofty. The interior is exquisite, grand beyend any idee almost, and the proportions are so perfect, the harmony of it affects one a good deal as the most melogious music would, and the colorin’ is jest as perfect as the architecture. Take it all in all, it is a sight—a sight. Even Josiah wuz affected by it; his local pride wuz lowered imperceptibly, and sez he—
“I’ve cracked up the Jonesville meetin’-house everywhere I’ve been, and it is a comogious structure, but this goes ahead on’t, and I will own up that it duz.”
Martin sed, “I’m glad I’ve been here; a good many of my friends have spoken of it to me. I shall be glad to say that I have studied this much-talked-of cathedral at length.”
We wuz there about half a hour.