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Brave Men and Women

Brave Men and Women

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Published by: Dharmsen Soni on Jan 26, 2011
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the influence of a predominant train of thought, an absorbing emotion, a
person ready charged with an uncontrolled imagination will see, as
Shakspeare has it--

"More devils than vast hell can hold."

Half, if not all, of the ghost stories, which are equally dangerous and
absorbing to youth, arise from illusion--there they have their foundation;
but believers in them obstinately refuse to believe anything but that which
their overcharged and predisposed imagination leads them to. Some of us
walk about this world of ours--as if it were not of itself full enough of
mystery--as ready to swallow any thing wonderful or horrible, as the
country clown whom a conjurer will get upon his stage to play tricks with.
Fooled by a redundant imagination, delighted to be tricked by her potency,
we dream away, flattered by the idea that a supernatural messenger is sent
to us, and to us alone. We all have our family ghosts, in whom we more
than half believe. Each one of us has a mother or a wise aunt, or some
female relation, who, at one period of her life, had a dream, difficult to be
interpreted, and foreboding good or evil to a child of the house.

We are so grand, we men, "noble animals, great in our deaths and splendid
even in our ashes," that we can not yield to a common fate without some
overstrained and bombast conceit that the elements themselves give
warning. Casca, in "Julius Caesar," rehearses some few of the prodigies
which predicted Caesar's death:

"A common slave (you know him well by sight) Held up his left hand,
which did flame, and burn Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, Not
sensible of fire, remained unscorched.... And, yesterday, the bird of night
did sit, Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, Hooting and shrieking.
When these prodigies Do so conjointly meet, let not men say, '_These are
their reasons--they are natural_; For, I believe, they are portentous things."

A great many others besides our good Casca believe in these portents and
signs, and their dignity would be much hurt if they were persuaded that the
world would go on just the same if they and their family were utterly

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