requires mainly to be forgotten.--Hail, brave Henry: across the
Nine dim Centuries, we salute thee, still visible as a valiant Son
of Cosmos and Son of Heaven, beneficently sent us; as a man who
did in grim earnest 'serve God' in his day, and whose works
accordingly bear fruit to our day, and to all days!"--

So far my rough Note-books; which require again to be shut for
the present, not to abuse the reader's patience, or lead him
from his road.

This of Markgrafs (GRAFS of the Marches, MARKED Places,
or Boundaries) was a natural invention in that state of
circumstances. It did not quite originate with Henry;
but was much perfected by him, he first recognizing how essential
it was. On all frontiers he had his GRAF (Count, REEVE, G'REEVE,
whom some think to be only GRAU, Gray, or SENIOR, the hardiest,
wisest steel-GRAY man he could discover) stationed on the MARCK,
strenuously doing watch and ward there: the post of difficulty,
of peril, and naturally of honor too, nothing of a sinecure by any
means. Which post, like every other, always had a tendency to
become hereditary, if the kindred did not fail in fit men.
And hence have come the innumerable Markgraves, Marquises,
and such like, of modern times: titles now become chimerical, and
more or less mendacious, as most of our titles are,--like so many
BURGS changed into "Boroughs," and even into "Rotten Boroughs,"
with Defensive BURGhers of the known sort: very mournful to
discover. Once Norroy was not all pasteboard! At the heart of that
huge whirlwind of his, with its dusty heraldries, and phantasmal
nomenclatures now become mendacious, there lay, at first, always
an earnest human fact. Henry the Fowler was so happy as to have