Military Company - A Memoir of a Changing Age

She gazed silently and seemed to be borne upward like floating seabird on the long heaves and swells of sound. But she was brought back to her former mood by the shimmer of the sunshine on the weapons and bright armor of the military company which followed after the music. The entire array, moreover, clad in urnished steel and with plumage, nodding over their bright morions had a brilliancy of effect which no modern display can aspire to equal. Even in outward demeanour, they showed a stamp of majesty that made the warrior's haughty stride look ulgar, if not absurd. It was an age when what we call talent had far less consideration than