Lapham's Quarterly

de bene esse: literally, of well-being, morally acceptable but subject to future validation or exception

"The campfires blaze with unwanted brightness, the sentry’s tread is still but quick; the acres of little shelter tents are dark and still as death—no wonder for us as I gazed sorrowfully upon them. I thought I could almost hear the slow flap of the grim messenger’s wings, as one by one he sought and selected his victims for the morning. Sleep, weary ones, sleep and rest for tomorrow’s toil. Oh!"

Clara Barton on the Eve of Battle: http://bit.ly/15VdR0D