This truth must be evident to all who breathe--from the dawn of childhood, till the last gleam of twilight is lost in the darkness of dotage.

But take the tyrant as he is, in the plenitude of his supposed strength.

The vast country of Germany, in spite of the rusty but too strong fetters of corrupt princedoms and degenerate nobility,--Germany--with its citizens, its peasants, and its philosophers--will not lie quiet under the weight of injuries which has been heaped upon it.

There is a sleep, but no death, among the mountains of Switzerland.

Florence, and Venice, and Genoa, and Rome,--have their own poignant recollections, and a majestic train of glory in past ages.