The Twilight Rays L Hed Back From Under Our Oak Trees

"I swore between my teeth at the chance which had brought swarm hither in a day," he writes. "My heart burned with smothered anger and pride when we had to tamely answer their haughty summons to unconditional surrender" But by one saving clause, they did not attack us at once. The gallant norman array, whose glitter had since grown dearer to me than the shine of a mistress's eyes, rode from under our oak trees. Their trumpets brayed until our very rafters echoed to that warlike sound.