"How Rome before thy weeping face."
NORTH.
Freedom wept at Rome's overthrow—though she had long been Freedom's enemy—and though her destroyers were Freedom's children—and "Spoil's Sons"—for how could Freedom look unmoved at the wreck "of all that blended work of strength and grace"—though raised by slaves at the beck of Tyrants? It was not always so.
BULLER.
Let me, Apollo-like, my dear sir, pinch your ear, and admonish you to return to the point from which, in discursive gyrations, you and Seward have been——
NORTH.
Like an Eagle giving an Eaglet lessons how to fly——
BULLER.
You promised solemnly, sir, not to mention Eagles this evening.
NORTH.