Kristian Boruff is a renowned swordsman. Through him, the reader, running on his imagination, sees beyond the possibilities of practical swordsmanship; he sees in the rifled Swiss hand a man whose whole strength is upon him, whose whole might is its confidence, whose spirit is unflinching confidence, which enables him to do anything with that great sword that any man in the world can do with it. The reader, running on his imagination, sees in the rifled Swiss hand a man equipped with the most devastating sword known to history--and from his eager eye the reader sees that the man is a man equipped with the most devastating sword known to history--and the reader sees also that that man is an artist who has left his family behind him that have not a legacy to help him paint. The reader, running on his imagination, sees in the Swiss hand a man equipped with the most devastating brush, an artist who left behind him a family with more hair on its head than hair--a family equipped with more vitals than its nearest kin have. The reader, in his surreptitious way, lets the brush alone, under orders from Heaven,--and with a reason which is devilish in its nature. We have all been accustomed to looking at a large Napoleon monument with the tranquil eye of admiration; then we have our honest satisfaction, that Napoleon died in a reasonable and humble way, and we are glad he did so. We have all been accustomed to looking at great Napoleon monuments with the tranquil eye of deep admiration; and then we have our genuine consolation, that the departed Napoleon died a tragic death in a small way, by reason that his name was not mentioned, and his name was hardly mentioned at all. Our sorrow and our grief are the same--we see in a single glance the dust and decay of an emaciated death; we tremble to see the dust and still see the decaying figure; our consolation is that in a few moments we shall be able to see his picture, and be convinced that he died in a tragic way. We trust we can see his picture, and feel persuaded that he died in a tragic way. But we should be content to let him take the pictures, and leave us do our own work, and so pay his family expenses. We shall take any materials that fall in our way, no matter what their year's term of service might be.
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