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ETHAN
ALLEN
HAWLEY
II
"
What
is
an
individual
man
?
An
atom
,
almost
invisible
without
a
magnifying
glass
—
a
mere
speck
upon
the
surface
of
the
universe
;
not
a
second
in
time
compared
to
immeasurable
,
never
-
beginning
and
never
-
ending
eternity
,
a
drop
of
water
in
the
great
deep
which
evaporates
and
is
borne
off
by
the
winds
,
a
grain
of
sand
,
which
is
soon
gathered
to
the
dust
from
which
it
sprung
.
Shall
a
being
so
small
,
so
petty
,
so
fleeting
,
so
evanescent
oppose
itself
to
the
onward
march
of
a
great
nation
which
is
to
subsist
for
ages
and
ages
to
come
,
oppose
itself
to
that
long
line
of
posterity
which
springing
from
our
loins
will
endure
during
the
existence
of
the
world
?
Let
us
look
to
our
country
,
elevate
ourselves
to
the
dignity
of
pure
and
disinterested
patriots
,
and
save
our
country
from
all
impending
dangers
.
What
are
we
—
what
is
any
man
—
worth
who
is
not
ready
and
willing
to
sacrifice
himself
for
his
country
?
"
I
riffled
through
the
pages
and
saw
the
black
marks
everywhere
.
"
Do
you
recognize
it
?
"
"
No
.
It
sounds
familiar
—
sounds
like
maybe
somewhere
in
the
last
century
.
"
"
It
is
.
It
’
s
Henry
Clay
,
delivered
in
1850
.
"
"
And
the
rest
?
All
Clay
?
"
"
No
—
bits
and
pieces
,
some
Daniel
Webster
,
some
Jefferson
,
and
,
God
help
me
,
a
swatch
from
Lincoln
’
s
Second
Inaugural
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
that
got
past
.
I
guess
because
there
were
thousands
of
them
.
Thank
Christ
we
caught
it
in
time
—
after
all
the
quiz
troubles
and
Van
Doren
and
all
.
"
"
It
doesn
’
t
sound
like
the
prose
style
of
a
boy
.
"
