A victory, turned to no wise and enduring account, said they, is no victory at all.

Some victories revert to the vanquished.
But day by day great crowds ran down to the beach, in wait for canoes periodically bringing further intelligence.
Every hour new cries startled the air.

"Hurrah! another, kingdom is burnt down to the earth's edge; another demigod is unhelmed; another republic is dawning.

Shake hands, freemen, shake hands! Soon will we hear of Dominora down in the dust; of hapless Verdanna free as ourselves; all Porpheero's volcanoes are bursting! Who may withstand the people?
The times tell terrible tales to tyrants! Ere we die, freemen, all Mardi will be free." Overhearing these shouts, Babbalanja thus addressed Media:--"My lord, I can not but believe, that these men, are far more excited than those with whom they so ardently sympathize.

But no wonder.