WHEN I peruse the conquered fame of heroes, and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house;But when I read of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,How through life, through dangers, odium, un- changing, long and long,Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were,Then I am pensive—I hastily put down the book, and walk away, filled with the bitterest envy.