He is a great soldier, and has the honour of being regarded by the king as his friend; but he has no home, no peace and quiet, no children growing up to take his place.

I should not like to look forward to such a life, and would rather go back and pass my days in the Scottish glens where I was brought up." "I think that you are right," the count said seriously.

"In ordinary times a soldier's life would be a pleasant one, and he could reckon upon the occasional excitement of war; but such a war as this is beyond all calculation.

In these three campaigns, and the present one is not ended, nigh half of the army which marched through here has been killed or wounded.

It is terrible to think of.