text:  But where am I to offer my homage? Am I to kneel on the high-road where the enemy's armies fierce with the hope of plunder are rushing along? Am I to build my altar in the midst of contending thousands or on the ground covered with corpses--in the battle or on the grave? Or am I to carry my offering to the capital and there talk the language of national cordiality in the ear of the multitude dragging their king to the scaffold? Am I to appeal to the feelings of human brotherhood in streets smoking with civil massacre; to adjure the nation by the national honour where revolt is an avowed principle; to press upon them the opinion of Europe where they have proclaimed war with the world; to invoke them by the faith which they have renounced the allegiance which they have disdained the God whom they have blasphemed? Those things are impossible