The corner of the paper where Wilhelm's name stood he pressed to his lips.

His heart was full of noble friendship.
The extract which Wilhelm had made from his cousin's letter was short and descriptive.

It might be compared with a beautiful poem translated into good prose.
In the theatre we interest ourselves for struggling innocence; but we are still more affected when the destiny of a whole nation is to be decided.

It is on this account that "Wilhelm Tell" possesses so much interest.

Not of the single individual is here the question, but of all.
Here is flesh of our flesh, and bone of our bone.