And observe that we are not discussing one of those heroic resolutions which are taken in a moment of enthusiasm, when man easily surpasses himself, and which have not to be maintained when, forgetting his intoxication, he lapses on the morrow to the dead level of his everyday life.  We are concerned with a resolution that has had to be taken and maintained every morning, for now nearly four months, in the midst of daily increasing distress and disaster.  And not only has this resolution not wavered by a hair’s breadth, but it grows as steadily as the national misfortune; and to-day, when this misfortune is reaching its full, the national resolution is likewise attaining its zenith.  I have seen many of my refugee fellow-countrymen:  some used to be rich and had lost their all; others were poor before the war and now no longer owned even what the poorest own.  I have received many letters from every part of Europe where duty’s exiles had sought a brief instant of repose.  In them there was lamentation, as was only too natural, but not a reproach, not a regret, not a word of recrimination.  I did not once come upon that hopeless but excusable cry which, one would think, might so easily have sprung from despairing lips: 

“If our king had not done what he did, we should not be suffering what we are suffering to-day.”

The idea does not even occur to them.  It is as though this thought were not of those which can live in that atmosphere purified by misfortune.  They are not resigned, for to be resigned means to renounce the strife, no longer to keep up one’s courage.  They are proud and happy in their distress.  They have a vague feeling that this distress will regenerate them after the manner of a baptism of faith and glory and ennoble them for all time in the remembrance of men.  An unexpected breath, coming from the secret reserves of the human race and from the summits of the human heart, has suddenly passed over their lives and given them a single soul, formed of the same heroic substance as that of their great king.

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They have done what had never before been done; and it is to be hoped for the happiness of mankind that no nation will ever again be called upon for a like sacrifice.  But this wonderful example will not be lost, even though there be no longer any occasion to imitate it.  At a time when the universal conscience seemed about to bend under the weight of long prosperity and selfish materialism, suddenly it raised by several degrees what we may term the political morality of the world and lifted it all at once to a height which it had not yet reached and from which it will never again be able to descend, for there are actions so glorious, actions which fill so great a place in our memory, that they found a sort of new religion and definitely fix the limits of the human conscience and of human loyalty and courage.