In the old legend, a fisherman took a casket out of the sea, and found on its cover the seal of Solomon. He broke it, and out of the slender casket rose a giant till he lifted into colossal shape, and raised his right hand to crash the interloper. So now Charles broke the Solomon-seal of his coercion, and enabled this young giant of the West to rise to its legitimate proportions, clutching in its right hand the wholesome sceptre which should crush all obstacles to progressive liberty. In the fable, the fisherman, by a cunning story, lured the giant to go back into the casket, which he then tossed back again into the sea. But neither Charles nor his successors could ever persuade America to go back into the box.
CHAPTER XXI.
“FAREWELL, DEAR ENGLAND.”
“With news the time’s in labor, and throws forth
Each minute some.”
Shakspeare.
“Why should we crave a hallowed spot?
An altar is in each man’s cot;
A church in every grove that spreads
Its living roof above our heads.”