THERE seems to have been in the olden times among the petty sovereigns of the East, regular seasons
for warfare; perhaps they marched forth in the spring, when the grass would afford food for their
horses, or possibly in the autumn, when the troops could forage upon the standing crops. These sovereigns
of small territories were little better than the captains of hordes of robbers, and their revenues were
rather derived from plunder than from legitimate taxation. We may thank God that we live in a happier
era, for the miseries of nations were then beyond imagination; desolating as war now is, its evils are
comparatively little compared with those days of perpetual plunder. There are times when kings go forth
to battle now; they will be at their accursed trade when they think that their people will tolerate another
oppressive tax, or when their credit is good enough for their bankers to make them another advance;
alas, the blood which has been poured forth to gratify the ambition of princes!



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