Jordan Yelinek - Chancellor Commander
Hugh Shawen, PGC - Secretary
Damon being condemned to death by Dionysius, Tyrant of Syracuse, obtained liberty to visit his wife and children, leaving his friend Pythias as a pledge for his return, on condition that if he failed, Pythias should suffer in his stead. At the appointed time, Damon failed in appearing, and the tyrant had the curiosity to visit Pythias in prison.
What a fool you were,” said he, “to rely on Damon's promise! How conld you imagine that he would sacrifice his life for you or for any man?”
My lord,” said Pythias, with a firm voice and noble aspect, “I would suffer a thousand deaths, rather than my friend should fail in any article of honour. He cannot fail. I am confident of his virtue as I am of my own existence. But I beseech the gods to preserve his life. Oppose him, ye winds. Disappoint his eagerness, and suffer him not to arrive 'til my death has saved a life of much greater consequence than mine, necessary to his lovely wife, to his little innocents, to his friends, to his country. Oh! let me not die the cruellest of deaths in that of my Damon!”
Dionysius was confounded, and awed with the magnanimity of these sentiments. He wished to speak; he hesitated; he looked down, and retired in silence. The fatal day arrived. Pythias was brought forth, and with an air of satisfaction walked to the place of execution. He ascended the scaffold, and addressed the people.
My prayers are heard; the gods are propitious; the winds have been contrary. Damon could not conquer impossibilities; he will he here tomorrow, and my blood shall ransom that of my friend.”
As he pronounced these words, a buzz arose; a distant voice was heard; the crowd caught the words, and “Stop, stop, executioner!” was repeated by every person. A man came at full speed. In the same instant he was off his horse, on the scaffold, and in the arms of Pythias. “You are safe,” he cried, “you are safe, my friend. The gods be praised, you are safe.”
Pale and half speechless in the arms of his Damon, Pythias replied in broken accents: “Fatal haste; cruel impatience. What envious powers have wrought impossibilities against your friend! but I will not be wholly disappointed. Since I cannot die to save you, I will die to accompany you.”
Dionysius heard and beheld with astonishment. His eyes were opened; his heart was touched; and he could no longer resist the power of virtue. He descended from his throne, and ascended the scaffold.
Live, live, ye incomparable pair. Ye have demonstrated the existence of virtue, and consequently of a God wbo rewards it. Live happy, live revered; and as you have invited me by your example, form me by your precepts to participate worthily of a friendship so divine.”
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