Along every highway ran the eager feet of the messengers of peace and good-will.

Events were fully ripe, and soon Christianity was upon the throne of the Caesars.
How strategic that epoch called the fourth century! He who sat in Caesar's palace looked out upon a dying empire.

The old race was worn out with war and wine and wealth and luxury.

Civilization seemed about to perish, and society was fast sinking back into barbarism.

To the north of the Alps were the forest children, ruddy and robust, with their glorious youth full upon them.