y the State and Federal Constitutions.
There is no want of power.
The passing of the Confederacy.
That is a masterpiece—the touching Idyl of the Passing of Arthur.
The king, beaten in his last battle, and drawing near to death, commanded his knight to take the blade, which would be known wherever he was sung in after time,e lips the despairing cry: Woe is me, authority forgets a dying king, laid widowed of his power.
Shamed to obedience, the knight threw the blade in the lake, and Arthur, when told of the arm that rose up from the mists and caught it, sure it would never again be seen by mortal eyes, passed to be king of the dead.
Our Arthur paArthur passed to the island valley of Avilion with no cry on his lips or thought in his heart that authority forgets a king, laid widowed of his power; for here the love of a people touched away the scar of the fetters, and crowned him king again.
As the monument, whose foundation he laid, crowned in its finished glory with the statues, i