Theodore Winthrop,
Edwin Brothertoft — Part I, Chapter VIII
“ When we dare to stand by him, and say, ‘Liberty or death!’ the man will be a man again, — yes, a better man than the best of us. I long to see his eye kindle, and hear his voice ring again. I love a gentleman, when he is man enough to be free.”But whoever could have looked into this weary heart would have read there a sadder story than premature decay, a deadlier blight than political enslavement, a crueller and closer wrong than the desertion of comrades.Wrong! it had come to that, — the final wrong between man and woman, — the catastrophe of the first act of the old, old tragedy. ”
