The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear

War, like all other situations of danger and of change, calls forth the exertion of admirable intellectual qualities and great virtues, and it is only by dwelling on these, and keeping out of sight the sufferings and sorrows, and all the crimes and evils that follow in its train, that it has its glory in the eyes of men.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

The victory of endurance born.