text:  Instead of scoffing at the facility of their overthrow let us raise them on their feet again; or if that be beyond human means I shall not join the party-cry which insults their fall--I certainly shall not exult in that melancholy pageant of mixed mirth and scorn in which like the old Roman triumph the soldier with his ruthless jest and song goes before the chariot and the captive monarch follows behind; wearing the royal robe and the diadem only till he has gratified a barbarous curiosity or a cruel pride and then exchanging them for the manacle and the dungeon