"I heard you two quoting poetry, and I thought I'd come over and read some to you.

What do you think of this?
It was written by a fellow in Boston named Holmes and published when he heard that South Carolina had seceded.

He calls it: 'Brother Jonathan's Lament for Sister Caroline.'" "Read it!" exclaimed the others.
"Here goes: "She has gone--she has left us in passion and pride, Our stormy-browed sister so long at our side! She has torn her own star from our firmament's glow, And turned on her brother the face of a foe.
"O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, We can never forget that our hearts have been one, Our foreheads both sprinkled in Liberty's name From the fountain of blood with the fingers of flame." St.Clair read well in a full, round voice, and when he stopped with the second verse Harry said: "It sounds well.

I like particularly that expression, 'the fingers of flame.' After all, there's some grief in parting company, breaking up the family, so to speak." "But he's wrong when he says we left in passion and pride," exclaimed Langdon.

"In pride, yes, but not in passion.