Protestantism in the Waldensian Valleys - James Aitken Wylie

more at noon or at eve beneath the shadow of their
vines and ancestral chestnut-trees. But, alas! how
often did the tear of sorrow moisten the eye as it
marked the desolation and ruin that deformed those
scenes lately so fair and smiling! The fruit-bearing
trees cut down; vineyard and corn-field marred;
hamlets burned; villages, in some cases, a heap of
ruins, all testified to the rage of the enemy who had
invaded their land. Years must pass before these
deep scars could be effaced, and the beauty of their
Valleys restored. And there were yet tenderer
griefs weighing upon them. How many were there
who had lived under the same roof-tree with them,
and joined night and morning in the same psalm,
who would return no more!
Distress, bordering on famine, began to invade
the Valleys. Seven months of incessant fighting
had left them no time to cultivate the fields; and
now the stock of last year's provisions was
exhausted, and starvation stared them in the face.
Before the treaty of peace had been signed, the
time of sowing was past, and when the autumn
came there was scarcely anything to reap. Their
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