text:  But the battle done let the sword be sheathed! The struggle over let the blood sink into the earth and the deadly smoke disperse and give to view once more the peace of heaven!--The petty aggravations of daily strife --the cold-blooded oppressions of conquest --the contest with the peasant for his morsel of bread or with his chaste wife for her fidelity --are so revolting to my conscience of good and evil that as the Lord liveth there are moments when I am tempted to resign for ever the music I love so well of drum and trumpet and betake myself like my royal father to some drowsy monastery to listen to the end of my days to the snuffling of Capuchins!" Scarce could Ottavio Gonzaga so recently emancipated from the Escurial refrain from making the sign of the cross at this heinous declaration!--But he contained himself