But this cannot always be so, we cannot expect continual victory, and even victory itself, when so often repeated, will bring death and desolation into every parish and into every family." "I trust, father, the war will not be prolonged so distantly as you seem to think; the forces of Austria, England and Prussia already surround the frontiers of France; and we have every reason to hope that friendly troops from Britain will soon land on our own coast.

I trust the autumn will find La Vendee crowned with glory, but once more at peace." "God send it, my son!" said the Marquis.
"I do not doubt the glory--but I do doubt the peace." "We cannot go back now, father," said Henri.
"Nor would I have you do so; we have a duty to do, and though it be painful we must do it.

'God will temper the wind to the shorn lamb,' and give us strength to bear our sufferings; but my heart shudders, when I am told that the Republic has let loose those wolves of Paris to shed the blood of our poor people." The prospect of a prolonged civil war, of continued strife, and increased bloodshed, somewhat damped the joy with which the victory at Saumur was discussed in the aristocratic portion of the chateau; but no such gloomy notions were allowed to interfere with the triumph which reigned in the kitchen.

Here victory was clothed in robes all couleur de rose, and it appeared that La Vendee, so happy in many other respects, was chiefly blessed in being surrounded by republicans whom she could conquer, and in having enemies who gave her the means of acquiring glory.
"And our own young master was the first royalist who put his foot in Saumur ?" asked Momont, who had already received the information he required four or five times, and on each occasion had drunk Henri's health in about half-a-pint of wine.
"Indeed he was," said Chapeau, "the very first.

You don't think he'd have let any one go before him." "Here's his health then, and God bless him!" said Momont.