In the end, a country true to itself and determined to claim God's gift to brave men will overmatch a mere army, however solid its force.

But an inspired energy of faith is demanded of it.

The intervening chapters will show pitiable weakness, and such a schooling of disaster as makes men, looking on the surface of things, deem the struggle folly.

As well, they might say, let yonder scuffling vagabonds up any of the Veronese side-streets fall upon the patrol marching like one man, and hope to overcome them! In Vienna there was often despair: but it never existed in the Austrian camp.

Vienna was frequently double-dealing and time-serving her force in arms was like a trained man feeling his muscle.