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218 EGYPT ELECTRICITY

1

God hath blessed you with a good name : to be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 13.

2

Only the refined and delicate pleasures that
spring from research and education can build up
barriers between different ranks.

Madame de Staël—Corinne. Bk. DC. Ch. I.

3

Oh how our neighbour lifts his nose,
To tell what every schoolboy knows.

Swift—Century Life

(See also Burton)

4

Every school-boy knows it.

Jeremy Taylor—On the Real Presence. Sec. V. 1. Phrase attributed to Macaulay from his frequent use of it.

(See also Burton)

5

Of an old tale which every schoolboy knows.

William Whitehead—The Roman Father. Prologue.

(See also Burton)

6

Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sunning;
Around it still the sumachs grow
And blackberry vines are running.

Whittier—In School Days.

7

Slavery is but half abolished, emancipation is but half completed, while millions of freemen with votes in their hands are left without education.

Robert C. Winthrop—Yorktovm Oration. Oct. 19, 1881.

EGOTISM (See Self-Love)

EGYPT

10

Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose
Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose,
And shook within their pyramids to hear
A new Cambyses thundering in their ear;
While the dark shades of forty ages stood
Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.

Byron—The Age of Bronze. V.

And they spoiled the Egyptians.

Exodus. XII. 36.

10

I am dying, Egypt, dying.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act IV. Sc. 15. L. 18.

ELECTRICITY

11

 Stretches, for leagues and leagues, the Wire,
A hidden path for a Child of FireOver its silent spaces sent,
Swifter than Ariel ever went,
From continent to continent.
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With sympathetic gunpowder.

Butler—Hudibras. Pt. II. 295. Canto III. L.

13

While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven,
Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven.

Byron—Age of Bronze. V.

And stoic Franklin's energetic shade
Robed in the lightnings which his hand allay'd.

Byron—Age of Bronze. VIII.

Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.

Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 23.

(See also Carlyle under Sympathy)

To put a girdle round about the world.

Geo. Chapman—Busty d'Ambois. Act I. Sc. 1.

(See also Midsummer Night's Dream. Also Chapman and Webster under Navigation)

A vast engine of wonderful delicacy and intricacy, a machine that is like the tools of the

Titans put in your hands. This machinery, in its external fabric so massive and so exquisitely adjusted, and in its internal fabric making new categories of thought, new ways of thinking about life.

Charles Ferguson—Address. Stevens' Indicator. Vol. XXXIV. No. 1. 1917.

Notwithstanding my experiments with electricity the thunderbolt continues to fall under our noses and beards; and as for the tyrant, tyrant, there are a million of us still engaged at snatching away his sceptre.

away his sceptre.

Franklin—Comment on Turgot's inscription in a letter to Felix Nogaret, who translated the lines into French.

(See also Tuhgot)

But matchless Franklin! What a few
Can hope to rival such as you.
Who seized from kings their sceptred pride
And turned the lightning's darts aside.

Philip Freneau—On the Death of Benjamin Franklin.

(See also Turgot)

Is it a fact—or have I dreamt it—that by
means of electricity, the world of matter has
become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of
miles in a breathless point of time? Rather, the
round globe is a vast head, a brain, instinct with
intelligence: or shall we say it is itself a thought,
nothing but thought, and no longer the substance which we dreamed it.

Hawthorne—The House of the Seven Gables. The Flight of Two Owls.

A million hearts here wait our call,
All naked to our distant speech—
I wish that I could ring them all
And have some welcome news for each.

Christopher Morley—Of a Telephone Directory. In The Rocking Horse.

An ideal's love-fraught, imperious call
That bids the spheres become articulate.

Josephine L. Pbabody—Wireless.