It is Sunday afternoon, and Erie—­“Mad Anthony Wayne’s” old headquarters—­has donned its Sunday clothes, and turned out by hundreds to see the great plow come in,—­its first voyage over the line.  The locomotives set up a crazy scream, and you draw slowly into the depot.  The door opened at last, you clamber down, and gaze up at the uneasy house in which you have been living.  It looks as if an avalanche had tumbled down upon it,—­white as an Alpine shoulder.  Your first thought is gratitude that you have made a landing alive.  Your second, a resolution that, if again you ride a hammer, it will not be when three engines have hold of the handle!

Notes.—­Chautauqua is the most western county in the state of New York; it borders on Lake Erie.

The Cyclops are described in Grecian mythology as giants having only one eye, which was circular, and placed in the middle of the forehead.

Cerro de Potosi is a mountain in Bolivia, South America, celebrated for its mineral wealth.  More than five thousand mines have been opened in it; the product is chiefly silver.

“Mad Anthony Wayne” (b. 1745, d. 1796), so called from his bravery and apparent recklessness, was a famous American officer during the Revolution.  In 1794 be conducted a successful campaign against the Indians of the Northwest, making his headquarters at Erie, Pa.

LXI.  THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. (234)

Cas.  That you have wronged me doth appear in this: 
     You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
     For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
     Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
     Because I knew the man, were slighted off. 
     Bru.  You wronged yourself to write in such a case. 
Cas.  In such a time as this, it is not meet
     That every nice offense should bear his comment. 
Bru.  Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
     Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
     To sell and mart your offices for gold
     To undeservers. 
Cas.  I an itching palm! 
     You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
     Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. 
Bru.  The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
     And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. 
Cas.  Chastisement! 
Bru.  Remember March, the ides of March remember! 
     Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake? 
     What villain touched his body, that did stab,
     And not for justice?  What! shall one of us,
     That struck the foremost man of all this world
     But for supporting robbers; shall we now
     Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
     And sell the mighty space of our large honors
     For so much trash as may be graspe’d thus? 
     I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
     Than such a Roman. 
Cas.  Brutus, bay not me;