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thickened, and had sought in every place for the glory of war, but had found only misery.

"That glory, which dazzled me in my days of boyhood, and which I supposed was always the reward of the brave, continually eluded me. It is reserved for the successful leaders of armies. They alone, are the heroes, while the poor soldiers, by whose toil these victories are won, endure the hardships, that others may reap the fame. Yet how light is all the boasted glory, which was ever obtained by the greatest commander, compared with the good that he forfeits and the sorrow that he inflicts in order to obtain it.

"Sometimes, when we were ready for