Note 34 — Chapter X · CONCLUDING REMARKS.

For the English reader, I have attempted the following imitation of the above lines:

Crown his brows with laurel wreath,

Who can tread the field of death—

Tread—with armed thousands near—

And know not what it is to fear.

But greater far his meed of praise,

Juster his claim to glory’s bays,

Who, true to reason’s voice, to virtue’s call,

Conquers himself, the noblest deed of all!