The Glory of English Prose - Letters to My Grandson by Stephen Coleridge
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what is more and most of all, where is Plantagenet? They are
entombed in the urns and sepulchres of mortality. And yet, let the name and dignity of De Vere stand so long as it pleases God." And alas! we can now ask, Where is De Vere? This great Earldom of Oxford was created in 1142, and has disappeared long ago in the limbo of peerages said to be in abeyance. In these days, Antony, when peerages are bought by men successful in trade and sold by men successful in intrigue, such elevations in rank have ceased to be regarded as the necessary concomitants of "great honour" and "high and noble dignity"; so that it has long been more reputable in the House of Lords to be a descendant than an ancestor. But among the older great families there still remains a pride that has descended unsullied through many generations, which serves as a fine deterrent from evil deeds, and a constant incentive to honour--and in England the history of great names can never be totally ignored, even though the country may be ruled by persons who do not know who were their own grandfathers. Nothing is more ridiculous and cheap than to sneer at honourable descent from famous ancestors; it divertingly illustrates the fable of the sour grapes. Your loving old G.P. 7 |
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