(05.02 HC) Reаd the pаired texts belоw, the finаl diary entry оf Jоhn Wilkes Booth and “April 27, Eighteen Sixty-Five” by Emma Lazarus. Then answer the question that follows. from the last diary entry of John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated President Abraham LincolnAfter being hunted like a dog through swamps, woods, and last night being chased by gunboats till I was forced to return wet, cold, and starving, with every man's hand against me, I am here in despair. And why? For doing what Brutus was honored for. What made Tell a hero? And yet I, for striking down a greater tyrant than they ever knew, am looked upon as a common cutthroat. My action was purer than either of theirs. One hoped to be great himself. The other had not only his country's but his own, wrongs to avenge. I hoped for no gain. I knew no private wrong. I struck for my country and that alone. A country that groaned beneath this tyranny, and prayed for this end, and yet now behold the cold hands they extend to me. God cannot pardon me if I have done wrong. Yet I cannot see my wrong, except in serving a degenerate people. The little, the very little, I left behind to clear my name, the Government will not allow to be printed. So ends all. For my country I have given up all that makes life sweet and holy, brought misery upon my family, and am sure there is no pardon in the Heaven for me, since man condemns me so. I have only heard of what has been done (except what I did myself), and it fills me with horror. God, try and forgive me, and bless my mother. Tonight I will once more try the river with the intent to cross. Though I have a greater desire and almost a mind to return to Washington, and in a measure clear my name—which I feel I can do. I do not repent the blow I struck. I may before my God, but not to man. I think I have done well. Though I am abandoned, with the curse of Cain upon me, when, if the world knew my heart, that one blow would have made me great, though I did desire no greatness. Tonight I try to escape these bloodhounds once more. Who, who can read his fate? God's will be done. I have too great a soul to die like a criminal. Oh, may He, may He spare me that, and let me die bravely. I bless the entire world. Have never hated or wronged anyone. This last was not a wrong, unless God deems it so, and it's with Him to damn or bless me. As for this brave boy with me, who often prays (yes, before and since) with a true and sincere heart—was it crime in him? If so, why can he pray the same?I do not wish to shed a drop of blood, but 'I must fight the course.' 'Tis all that's left to me. from April 27, Eighteen Sixty-Five by Emma Lazarus"To sleep! What is sleep now but haunting dreams?Chased off, everytime by the flashing gleamOf the light o'er the stream of yonder town,Where all are searching and hunting me down!O, the wearisome pain, the dread suspense,And the horror each instant more intense!I yearn for the rest from my pain and for sleep—Bright stars, do ye mock, or quivering, weep?"Go forth! Thou shalt have here no rest again,For thy brow is marked with the brand of Cain.On the marsh's grass, without pillow or bed,Fell the rain and dew on his fated head;While the will-o'-the-wisp with its changeful light,Led him on o'er the swamp in the darksome night;And all Nature's voices cried out again,To the weary fugitive in his pain—Go forth! Thou shalt have here no rest again,For thy brow is marked with the brand of Cain.The pursuers are near! O, bitter strife!Youth, more strong than despair still clings to life.More near and more near! They find him at last;One desperate struggle, and all is past—One desperate struggle, mid smoke and flame,For life without joy, and darkness and shame.A prayer ascends to high Heaven's gateFor his soul, O God, be it not too late!A ball cleaves the air ... He is lying there,Pale, stiff and cold in the fresh morning air;And the flames' hot breath is all stifled now,And the breezes caress his marble brow.All sorrow has gone with a life's fitful breath.Rest at last! For thy brow bears the seal of death. Which statement best analyzes the contrast between Booth’s self-perception and Lazarus’s portrayal of him following the assassination of President Abraham Lincoln?
(04.01 HC)Reаd the fоllоwing excerpt frоm Mаry Wollstonecrаft's Letters Written During A Short Residence In Sweden, Norway, and Denmark and answer the question that follows.The crossroad to it was rugged and dreary; and though a considerable extent of land was cultivated on all sides, yet the rocks were entirely bare, which surprised me, as they were more on a level with the surface than any I had yet seen. On inquiry, however, I learnt that some years since a forest had been burnt. This appearance of desolation was beyond measure gloomy, inspiring emotions that sterility had never produced. Fires of this kind are occasioned by the wind suddenly rising when the farmers are burning roots of trees, stalks of beans, &c, with which they manure the ground. The devastation must, indeed, be terrible, when this, literally speaking, wildfire, runs along the forest, flying from top to top, and crackling amongst the branches. The soil, as well as the trees, is swept away by the destructive torrent; and the country, despoiled of beauty and riches, is left to mourn for ages.Which text structure does the author use here and why?