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arms at the sound of the trumpet, with the phantom of glory beckoning him onward; somewhere for him in the dim future there may be honor and power, of which he dreams that he may be the possessor, and hope whispers that he shall bear a charmed life amidst the smoke and din of battle. But it bears no analogy to the heroism of him who voluntarily gives up his life to the interests of humanity, who consents to die that others may live, and makes this sacrifice, not that he may be crowned with glory, but that he may, by suffering death himself, bind up other broken hearts, and heal other wounded spirits."
