Yes, there were all the materials for the catastrophe—­the cannon, the powder, the shot.  But to say that the Persians must have conquered the Medes, even if Cyrus had never lived, is to say, as too many philosophers seem to me to say, that, given cannon, powder, and shot, it will fire itself off some day if we only leave it alone long enough.

It may be so.  But our usual experience of Nature and Fact is, that spontaneous combustion is a rare and exceptional phenomenon; that if a cannon is to be fired, someone must arise and pull the trigger.  And I believe that in Society and Politics, when a great event is ready to be done, someone must come and do it—­do it, perhaps, half unwittingly, by some single rash act—­like that first fatal shot fired by an electric spark.

But to return to Cyrus and his Persians.

I know not whether the “Cyropaedia” is much read in your schools and universities.  But it is one of the books which I should like to see, either in a translation or its own exquisite Greek, in the hands of every young man.  It is not all fact.  It is but a historic romance.  But it is better than history.  It is an ideal book, like Sidney’s “Arcadia” or Spenser’s “Fairy Queen”—­the ideal self-education of an ideal hero.  And the moral of the book—­ponder it well, all young men who have the chance or the hope of exercising authority among your follow-men—­the noble and most Christian moral of that heathen book is this:  that the path to solid and beneficent influence over our fellow-men lies, not through brute force, not through cupidity, but through the highest morality; through justice, truthfulness, humanity, self-denial, modesty, courtesy, and all which makes man or woman lovely in the eyes of mortals or of God.

Yes, the “Cyropaedia” is a noble book, about a noble personage.  But I cannot forget that there are nobler words by far concerning that same noble personage, in the magnificent series of Hebrew Lyrics, which begins “Comfort ye, comfort ye, my people, saith the Lord”—­in which the inspired poet, watching the rise of Cyrus and his Puritans, and the fall of Babylon, and the idolatries of the East, and the coming deliverance of his own countrymen, speaks of the Persian hero in words so grand that they have been often enough applied, and with all fitness, to one greater than Cyrus, and than all men: 

   Who raised up the righteous man from the East,
   And called him to attend his steps? 
   Who subdued nations at his presence,
   And gave him dominion over kings? 
   And made them like the dust before his sword,
   And the driven stubble before his bow? 
   He pursueth them, he passeth in safety,
   By a way never trodden before by his feet. 
   Who hath performed and made these things,
   Calling the generations from the beginning? 
   I, Jehovah, the first and the last, I am the same.