ice I made
hearts beat as of old at the magic din of battles; and twice that
hateful Peace, rising suddenly before me, snatched the yet rusty sword
from my hands.

Up! up! O heroes of great battles! you whom twenty-five years of warfare
did not satiate: rise from your graves and shame your degenerate
successors. Up! up! Bid some remember that they have a revenge to take,
and tell others that they are not yet enough avenged.

Peace _rises_.

Peace. What do you want here, relentless War? Dispute the world
of the living with me if you will, but at least respect the peace of the
grave.

War. I have a right to summon the Dead when it is in the name
of their country.

Peace. The Dead are with God; they have but one
country among them.

War. You may dispense with set speeches, most eloquent Peace,
for I pay no attention to them. I go forward, and leave talk to
chatterers. The world belongs to the brave.

Peace. The world belongs to those who are in the right. Since,
however, you will not listen to me, you shall hear the Dead themselves,
and see if they agree with you. (_Turns to the_ Dead.) Arise,
my children; come and confound those who wish to fight with the bones of
the departed.

_The_ Dead _rise_.

Grenadier. I have slept a long time since Austerlitz. Who are
you, comrades?

Hussar. I come from the battle-field of Leipsic, where the
great German race broke the yoke which your Emperor had laid upon it.

Grenadier. You were left upon the field?

Hussar. I am proud to say so.

Grenadier. And you are right, old fellow; every man owes
himself to his country. We others have done just the same. If you had
let us alone in '92 we should not have come to you.

Cossack. I was killed under the walls of Paris, where great
Russia went to return the insult she had received at Moscow.

Highlander. I fell at Waterloo, avenging the great English
people for the threats of the camp at Boulogne. I drowned in my blood
the last effort of your Imperial Eagle.

Grenadier. Well! we are well matched. My blood reddened the
plain of Austerlitz, where the great French nation was avenged on
Brunswick and Souwaroff. We have all perished, buried in a triumph. We
can shake hands upon it.

Cossack. Brave men are equals, in whatever dress. Let us shake
hands.

Hussar. We have all died for our country. Let us be brothers.

Highlander. Let us be brothers. The hatreds of earth do not
extend beyond the grave.

[_They join hands._