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"Beside this corpse that bears for winding sheet
The stars and stripes he lived to rear anew,
Between the mourners at his head and feet,
Say, scurrile jester, is there room for you?
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"Yes, he had lived to shame me from my sneer,
To lame my pencil, and confute my pen —
To make me own this hind — of princes peer,
This rail-splitter — a true born king of men."
如何なる小說の奇なるも、彼が生涯の奇なるに如かず、如何なる多變の傳記も彼が傳記の多變なるに如かず。身を微賤に起して權威と光榮を極めたること彼の如きは、眞に絕無の例と謂ふべき也。
