I cannot close this brief record of a philanthropist, constant in an age when War was more regarded than Humanity, without offering him an unaffected homage. To this faithful man may be addressed the sublime salutation which hymned from the soul of Milton:-- "Servant of God, well done! well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintained Against revolted multitudes the cause Of Truth, in word mightier than they in arms, And for the testimony of truth hast borne ... reproach, far worse to bear Than violence: for this was all thy care, To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds Judged thee perverse."[336] Waking hereafter from its martial trance, the world will rejoice to salute the greatness of his career.[337] It may well measure advance in civilization by the appreciation of his character. [336] Paradise Lost, Book VI. 29-37. [337] The _Nouvelle Biographie Générale_ concludes its notice of him thus:--"Après avoir mérité le beau surnom de _Solliciteur pour le bien public_, l'Abbé de Saint-Pierre mourut, en 1743, à l'âge de quatre-vingt-cinq ans." Contemporary with Saint-Pierre was another Frenchman, to whom I have already referred, who flashed his genius upon the game of War. La Bruyère exhibits men, for the sake of a piece of land more or less, _agreeing among themselves_ to despoil, burn, and kill each other, even to cutting throats, and, for the doing of this more ingeniously and safely, inventing a beautiful system, known as the Art of War, to the practice of which is attached what is called _Glory_. The same satirist, who lived in an age of War, likens men to animals, even to dogs barking at each other, and then again to cats; and he furnishes a picture of the latter, counted by the thousand, and marshalled on an extended plain, where, after mewing their best, they throw themselves upon each other, tooth and nail, until nine or ten thousand of them are left dead on the field, infecting the air for ten leagues with an intolerable stench,--and all this for the love of Glory. But how, says the satirist, can we distinguish between those who use only tooth and nail and those others, who, first substituting lances, darts, and swords, now employ destructive balls, small and large, killing at once, while, penetrating a roof, they crash from garret to cellar, sacrificing even women and children? Wherein is the Glory?[338] [338] Caractères, _Du Souverain_, Tom. I. p. 332; _Des Jugements_, Tom. II. pp. 57-59.