text:  Who that could die in the vigour of his life would wish to drag on existence like _Somers_ coming to the Council day after day without comprehending a word? or Marlborough babbling out his own imbecility? If I am to die let me die in hot blood let me die like the lion biting the spear that has entered his heart or springing upon the hunter who has struck him--not like the crushed snake miserable and mutilated hiding itself in its hole and torpid before it is turned into clay!" "Will Mirabeau redeem France?" asked the prince; "or will he overwhelm the throne?" "I never heard of any one but Saint Christopher " said Sheridan sportively "who could walk through the ocean and yet keep his head above water