The victory was hers, for though heaven had won it, she had won heaven by prayer.

What are earth's conquests to a victory like this! What the splendid overthrow of nations--what Thermopylae, or Marathon, or Trafalgar to this triumph over long-nourished hatred! When does man appear in so magnificent an attitude as when, by fervent prayer and complete humility, he converts heaven into an agent by which his desires are accomplished! Yet the dying victor felt no pride.

Her heart was dissolved in gratitude: she knew her nothingness, and ascribed all to God.

She spoke not, she wept not: even the wonted smile forsook her lips.

She only felt the immensity of the goodness of God--she only bowed before this new manifestation of his power.