John Neal

John Neal

Seventy-Six (1840)

Summary

Portrait of John Neal John Neal,  Seventy-Six (1840)

“ O! I never shall forget that pang. "Poor Archibald!" I cried, and the next moment I heard the trampling of hoofs at my side.
It was Arthur! pale as death—bloody—and covered with sweat.
"Your father!" said he "your father!"
"What of him!" I cried, blinded and thunderstruck with a new fear.
"Ride, for life and death, ride!" he answered, in a voice so changed that I scarcely knew it,—but I could not obey him—I could not—I threw myself from the saddle—plucked the sword from the dead hand of the horseman, and rode to the spot where I had seen Archibald last.
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Portrait of John Neal John Neal,  Seventy-Six (1840)

“ Men do not talk now as they used to—you see none of the old-fashioned kingly-looking people in this generation—nothing of their high carriage and attitude—hear nothing of their powerful voices, and legal tread—their thought, the currency of their heart is base and degenerate; it wears no longer the stamp of sovereignty—is no longer the coinage of God's kingdom; but the paltry counterfeit thereof base and showy. No! trust them not. Hold what there is left to you of other days, as the regalia of giants; to be visited only by torchlight, with downcast eyes and folded arms. ”
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Portrait of John Neal John Neal,  Seventy-Six (1840)

“ We have had many a history of our country, many of the revolution; but none written by men acquainted by participation therein with our sorrow, and trial, and suffering: not one, where the mighty outline of truth is distinctly visible—no, not one. I make no exception. All of them are in my mind at this moment—there is not one. We wrestled, children as we were, for eight years, with armed giants: and wrenched—wrenched, with our own hands, the spoil from the spoiler, overcame them all at last, after eight years of mortal trial, and uninterrupted battle, even in their stronghold. ”
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