The Orientals Have Another Word For Accident;

A History In Which Every Particular Incident May Be True May On The Whole Be False.

In Taste And Imagination, In The Graces Of Style, In The Arts Of Persuasion, In The Magnificence Of Public Works, The Ancients Were At Least Our Equals.

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In The Infancy Of Civilization, When Our Island Was As Savage As New Guinea, When Letters And Arts Were Still Unknown To Athens, When Scarcely A Thatched Roofed Hut Stood On What Was Later The Site Of Rome, This Contemned People Had Their Fenced Cities And Cedar Palaces, Their Splendid Temple, Their Fleets Of Merchant Ships, Their Schools Of Sacred Learning, Their Great Statesmen And Soldiers, Their Natural Philosophers, Their Historians And Their Poets.

We Cannot Absolutely Prove That Those Are In Error Who Tell Us That Society Has Reached A Turning Point, That We Have Seen Our Best Days. But So Said All Before Us, And With Just As Much Apparent Reason.