He loved it with a perfect love.

He worshipped it with an almost fanatical devotion.

He was the missionary, who proclaimed its discoveries to distant countries--the pilgrim, who travelled far and wide to collect its reliques--the hermit, who retired to seclusion to meditate on its beauties--the champion, who fought its battles--the conqueror, who, in more than a metaphorical sense, led barbarism and ignorance in triumph, and received in the Capitol the laurel which his magnificent victory had earned.
Nothing can be conceived more noble or affecting than that ceremony.

The superb palaces and porticoes, by which had rolled the ivory chariots of Marius and Caesar, had long mouldered into dust.

The laurelled fasces--the golden eagles--the shouting legions--the captives and the pictured cities--were indeed wanting to his victorious procession.