we may say, by Friedrich's own thought and the Invisible Powers.
But the rest were all purely compulsory,--to defend the horse he
had seized. Clear necessities, and Powers very Visible, were the
origin of all his other Expeditions and Warlike Struggles, which
lasted to the end of his life.

That recent "Moravian Foray;" the joint-stock principle in War
matters; and the terrible pass a man might reduce himself to, at
that enormous gaming-table of the gods, if he lingered there:
think what considerations these had been for him! So that "his look
became FAROUCHE," in the sight of Valori; and the spectre of Ruin
kept him company, and such hell-dogs were in chase of him;--till
Czaslau, when the dice fell kind again! All this had been didactic
on a young docile man. He was but thirty gone. And if readers mark
such docility at those years, they will find considerable meaning
in it. Here are prudence, moderation, clear discernment;
very unusual VERACITY of intellect, as we define it,--which
quality, indeed, is the summary and victorious outcome of all
manner of good qualities, and faithful performances, in a man.
"Given up to strong delusions," in the tragical way many are,
Friedrich was not; and, in practical matters, very seldom indeed
"believed a lie."

Certain it is, he now resumes his old Reinsberg Program of Life;
probably with double relish, after such experiences the other way;
and prosecutes it with the old ardor; hoping much that his History
will be of halcyon pacific nature, after all. Would the mad War-
whirlpool but quench itself; dangerous for singeing a near
neighbor, who is only just got out of it! Fain would he be arbiter,
and help to quench it; but it will not quench. For a space of Two