His heart seemed too small to contain all the love with which he wished to make amends to his brothers for his sins against them in former years.
True, he had lost to another a grand and noble woman whom he had hoped to make his own; but this did not in the least sadden the joyous enthusiasm of his soul; for he had long ceased to desire her as his wife, high as her image still stood in his mind.

He now thought of her with quiet gratitude only; for he willingly admitted that his new life had begun on the decisive night when Miriam set him the example of sacrificing everything, even the dearest object of love, to God and the people.
Miriam's sins against him were effaced from his memory; for he was wont to forget what he had forgiven.

Now he felt only the grandeur of what he owed her.

Like a magnificent tree, towering skyward on the frontier of two hostile countries, she stood between his past and his present life.
Though love was buried, he and Miriam could never cease to walk hand in hand over the same road toward the same destination.
As he again surveyed the events of the past, he could truly say that under his leadership pitiful bondmen had speedily become brave warriors In the field they had been willing and obedient and, after the victory, behaved with manliness.

And they could not fail to improve with each fresh success.