These gentlemen have chosen the roses and left us the thorns.

Come! don't they receive anything from England ?" "Oh, yes," said one of the monks, gayly; "at Quiberon they got bullets and grapeshot." "I did not say from the English," retorted Morgan; "I said from England." "Not a penny." "It seems to me, however," said one of those present, who apparently possessed a more reflective head than his comrades, "it seems to me that our princes might send a little gold to those who are shedding their blood for the monarchy.

Are they not afraid the Vendee may weary some day or other of a devotion which up to this time has not, to my knowledge, won her a word of thanks." "The Vendee, dear friend," replied Morgan, "is a generous land which will not weary, you may be sure.

Besides, where is the merit of fidelity unless it has to deal with ingratitude?
From the instant devotion meets recognition, it is no longer devotion.

It becomes an exchange which reaps its reward.