Isaiah ridicules the high and mighty pretensions of the King of Assyria. That monarch boasts of his achievements. He takes the credit of all to himself. He wears the glory alone. "By the strength of my own hand, I have done it, and by my wisdom; for I am prudent; and I have removed the bounds of the people, and have robbed their treasures, and I have put down the inhabitants like a valiant man." Falstaff could not proclaim his own prowess, in more bombastic style. "I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by miracle: I am eight times thrust through the doublet; four through the hose; my buckler cut through and through; my sword hacked like a handsaw. I never dealt better since I was a man." Now let the Assyrian resume his parable: "And my hand hath found as a nest the riches of the people; and as one gathereth eggs that are left, have I gathered all the earth; and there was none that moved the wing, or opened the mouth, or peeped." Falstaff will match him again: "There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it. Well, I can not last for ever; but it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. * * * I would to God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is!" The prophet, after allowing the Assyrian to sound his brazen trumpet, turns upon him, and sarcastically reminds him that he is simply a tool, a rod, a staff, in the hands of the Lord, and that he has of himself accomplished nothing: "_Shall the axe boast itself against him that heweth therewith? or shall the saw magnify itself against him that shaketh it?_ as if the rod should shake itself against them that lift it up, or as if the staff should lift itself up as if it were no wood!" _The King of Babylon._ One of the most powerful passages of invective in any literature is that in which Isaiah pictures the fall of the King of Babylon. He begins--"How hath the oppressor ceased!" Then he sets forth the joy of the earth itself over the discomfiture of him who "smote the people in wrath with a continual stroke." All creation is glad. "The whole earth is at rest and is quiet; they break forth into singing. Yea, the fir-trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid down, no feller is come up against us." This is the state of things on earth. There is commotion in the lower world, there is mockery of the humiliated monarch as he descends among the shades. "Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming; it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations."