He went on to tell his friend of the work that he meant to do. Darrell had said that to him the Civil War was a crime; but Thyrsis did not know what he meant by that. “I believe in my country!” he said. “It has tried for high things—and it will come to them! I know that it can be thrilled and roused, and made to see the shame into which it is fallen.”
Darrell pressed his arm, and answered, with a smile, “I won’t argue with you about the War; you go ahead and write your book!”
So Thyrsis went home to Corydon, as one who brings a reprieve to a prisoner under sentence of death. Such a deliverance as it was to them! And such transports of relief and gratitude as they experienced! He sang the praises of Darrell, and of the new friends he had made at Darrell’s; also he brought an invitation fo
