Let those who serve a cause with a secret expectation of recompense, set a price upon their blood and become mercenaries.

Those who wield either sword or pen for their country's good ought to think of nothing but of _doing their best_, as our fathers used to say, and expect nothing, not even glory, except as a happy accident.
It was in rushing to retake this famous cemetery for the third time that Massena, wounded and carried in the box of a cabriolet, made this splendid harangue to his soldiers: "What! you rascally curs, who have only five sous a day while I have forty thousand, do you let me go ahead of you ?" All the world knows the order which the Emperor sent to his lieutenant by M.de Sainte-Croix, who swam the Danube three times: "Die or retake the village; it is a question of saving the army; the bridges are destroyed." The Author.
Now, I must tell you that the Comtesse de Montcornet is a fragile, timid, delicate little woman.

What do you think of such a marriage as that?
To those who know society such things are common enough; a well-assorted marriage is the exception.

Nevertheless, I have come to see how it is that this slender little creature handles her bobbins in a way to lead this heavy, solid, stolid general precisely as he himself used to lead his cuirassiers.
If Montcornet begins to bluster before his Virginie, Madame lays a finger on her lips and he is silent.

He smokes his pipes and his cigars in a kiosk fifty feet from the chateau, and airs himself before he returns to the house.