What do I care for your weighing to a scruple how much the heap of wrong falls short of the uttermost?
The dire wrong is there, to me the direst! Had I deep affection for you once?
Now you speak to me of every treacherous morass, every _ignis fatuus_, past and present! The traveler through life does right to drain the bogs as they arise--put it out of their power to suck down man, woman, and child! It is not his cause alone.

It is the general cause.

If there be a God, He approves.

Draw your sword and let us fight!" They fought.

The platform of rock was smooth enough for good footing.
They had no seconds, unless the shadows upon the hills and the mountain eagles answered for such.