The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:|
the mouth, but bitter in the belly? Greatness? And was not Essex
great, and John of Austria great, and Desmond great, whose race,
but three short years ago, had stood for ages higher than I shall
ever hope to climb--castles, and lands, and slaves by thousands,
and five hundred gentlemen of his name, who had vowed to forswear
God before they forswore him and well have they kept their vow!
And now, dead in a turf-hovel, like a coney in a burrow! Leigh,
what noise was that?"
"An Irish howl, I fancied: but it came from off the bog; it may be
only a plover's cry."
"Something not quite right, sir captain, to my mind," said the