I wish first to drink to the health of a brave and therefore a generous enemy.

He found me disarmed, a fugitive and helpless.

Like the lion, he disdained so poor a triumph; and when he might have vindicated an easy valour, he preferred to make a friend.

I wish that we should next drink to a fairer and a more tender foe.

She found me in prison; she cheered me with a priceless sympathy; what she has done since, I know she has done in mercy, and I only pray--I dare scarce hope--her mercy may prove to have been merciful.