"Nothing but a symbol.

I was not born to conquer, but to lead a forlorn-hope--to deceive vanquished men with a hope not real, and to deceive the victors with an unreal fear.

Nevertheless, my friend," he added, grasping Gouache's hand, and fixing upon him his small bright eyes,--"nevertheless, let us fight, fight--fight to the very end!" "We will fight to the end, Eminence," said Gouache.

He was only a private of Zouaves, and the man whose hand he held was great and powerful; but the same spirit was in the hearts of both, the same courage, the same devotion to the failing cause--and both kept their words, each in his own way..