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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;hunter66, post: 2567062, member: 16181&quot;]You have found a very old book. For me Mark Twain is one of my favorite author. I read his book at school so many times. One of my favorites story is Luck. </p><p><font size="6"><b><i>Luck </i></b></font></p><p><font size="5"><b>Story</b></font></p><p>[NOTE.--This is not a fancy sketch. I got it from a clergyman who was </p><p>an instructor at Woolwich forty years ago, and who vouched for its truth. </p><p>--M.T.] </p><p><br /></p><p>It was at a banquet in London in honour of one of the two or three </p><p>conspicuously illustrious English military names of this generation. </p><p>For reasons which will presently appear, I will withhold his real name </p><p>and titles, and call him Lieutenant-General Lord Arthur Scoresby, V.C., </p><p>K.C.B., etc., etc., etc. What a fascination there is in a renowned name! </p><p>There say the man, in actual flesh, whom I had heard of so many thousands </p><p>of times since that day, thirty years before, when his name shot suddenly </p><p>to the zenith from a Crimean battle-field, to remain for ever celebrated. </p><p>It was food and drink to me to look, and look, and look at that demigod; </p><p>scanning, searching, noting: the quietness, the reserve, the noble </p><p>gravity of his countenance; the simple honesty that expressed itself all </p><p>over him; the sweet unconsciousness of his greatness--unconsciousness of </p><p>the hundreds of admiring eyes fastened upon him, unconsciousness of the </p><p>deep, loving, sincere worship welling out of the breasts of those people </p><p>and flowing toward him. </p><p><br /></p><p>The clergyman at my left was an old acquaintance of mine--clergyman now, </p><p>but had spent the first half of his life in the camp and field, and as an </p><p>instructor in the military school at Woolwich. Just at the moment I have </p><p>been talking about, a veiled and singular light glimmered in his eyes, </p><p>and he leaned down and muttered confidentially to me--indicating the hero </p><p>of the banquet with a gesture,--&#039;Privately--his glory is an accident-- </p><p>just a product of incredible luck.&#039; </p><p><br /></p><p>This verdict was a great surprise to me. If its subject had been </p><p>Napoleon, or Socrates, or Solomon, my astonishment could not have been </p><p>greater. </p><p><br /></p><p>Some days later came the explanation of this strange remark, and this is </p><p>what the Reverend told me......[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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