TO
HORACE HOWARD FURNESS
AND
GEORG BRANDES.
DABO DUOBUS TESTIBUS MEIS
Truth fails not, but her outward forms that bear
The longest date do melt like frosty rime.
The fourth Christian century was far past its meridian, when, high above thesummit of the supreme peak of Caucasus, a magnificent eagle came sailing onbroad fans into the blue, and his shadow skimmed the glittering snow as it haddone day by day for thousands of years. A human figure—or it might besuperhuman, for his mien seemed more than mortal—lifted from the crag, towhich he hung suspended by massy gyves and rivets, eyes mournful with thepresentiment of pain. The eagle’s screech clanged on the wind, as withoutstretched neck he stooped earthward in ever narrowing circles; his hugequills already creaked in his vict