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There can be no neutrals in this war, only patriots or traitors. We cannot close our eyes to the sad and solemn fact, that war does exist. The government must be maintained, its enemies overthrown; and the more stupendous our preparations the less the bloodshed, and the shorter the struggle will be. But we must remember certain restraints on our action even in time of war. We are a Christian people, and the war must be prosecuted in a manner recognized by Christian nations.

2. We must not invade constitutional rights. The innocent must not suffer, nor women nor children be victims. Savages must not be let loose. But while I sanction no war on the rights of others, I will implore my countrymen not to lay down their arms until our own rights are recognized. The constitution and its guarantees are our birthright, and I am ready to enforce that inalienable right to the last extent. We cannot recognize secession. Recognize it once and you have not only dissolved government, but you have destroyed social order, and upturned the foundation of society. You have inaugurated anarchy in its worst form, and will shortly experience all the horrors of the French Revolution.

3. Then we have a solemn duty- to maintain the government. The greater the unanimity, the speedier the day of peace. We have prejudices to overcome from a fierce party contest waged a few short months since. But these must be allayed. Let us lay aside all criminations and recriminations as to the origin of these difficulties. When we shall have again a country with the United States flag floating over it, and respected on every inch of American soil, it will then be time enough to ask who and what brought all this upon us. I have said more than I intended to say. It is a sad task to

discuss questions so fearful as civil war; but, sad as it is, bloody and disastrous as I expect the war will be, I express it as my conviction, before God, that it is the duty of every American citizen to rally round the flag of his country.


1. 'Twas told by Roman soothsayers,

What time they read the stars,
That Romulus and Remus

Sprang from the loins of Mars;
That Romulus and Remus

Were twin-born on the earth,
And in the lap of a she-wolf

Were suckled from their birth.
Aha! I think this legend

This ancient Roman myth —
For mine own time and mine own clime,

Is full of pregnant pith.
2. Romulus stood with Remus,

And plowed the Latian loam,
And traced, by yellow Tiber,

The nascent walls of Rome;
Then laughed the dark twin, Remus,

And scoffed his brother's toil,
And over the bounds of Romulus

He leaped upon his soil.
Aha! I think that Remus,

And Romulus at bay,
Of slavery's strife and liberty's life,

Were ante-types that day !

3. The sucklings of the she-wolf

Stood face to face in wrath,
And Romulus swept Remus

Like stubble from his path;
Then crested he with temples

The seven hills of his home,
And builded there, by Tiber,

The eternal walls of Rome!
Aha! I think this legend

Hath store of pregnant pith
For mine own time and mine own clime;

'Tis more than Roman myth!
4. Like Romulus and Remus,

Out of the loins of Mars,
Our slavery and our liberty

Were born from cruel wars.
To both, the Albic she-wolf

Her bloody suck did give,
And one must slay the other,

Ere one in peace can live.
Aha! this brave old legend

Straight to our hearts comes home-
When slavery dios, shall grandly rise

Freedom's eternal Rome!


1. Life may be given in many ways,

And loyalty to truth be sealed

As bravely in the closet as the field,
So generous is fate;

But then to stand beside her

When craven churls deride her,
To front a lie in arms and not to yield, -

This shows, methinks, God's plan

And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds,

Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth,

Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs.

2. Such was he, our martyr chief,

Whom late the nation he had led,

With ashes on her head,
Wept with the passion of an angry grief;

Forgive me if from present things I turn

To speak what in my heart will beat and burn, And hang my wreath on his world-honored urn.

3. Nature, they say, doth dote,

And cannot make a man,

Save on some worn-out plan,
Repeating us by rote;
For him the old-world mold aside she threw,

And choosing sweet clay from the breast . Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.. 4. How beautiful to see

Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed,

Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be,

Not lured by any cheat of birth,
But by his clear-grained human wortb

And brave old wisdom of sincerity!

They knew that outward grace is dust;

They could not choose but trust
In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill,

And supple-tempered will
That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust.

5. Nothing of Europe here,

Or, then, of Europe fronting mornward still,
Ere any names of serf and peer

Could Nature's equal scheme deface;

Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face.

6. I praise him not — it were too late;

And some innative weakness there must be

In him who condescends to victory
Such as the present gives, and cannot wait,
Safe in himself as in a fate.
So always firmly he;
He knew to bide his time,

And can his fame abide,
Still patient in þis simple faith sublime,

Till the wise years decide.

7. Great captains with their guns and drums

Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes ;

These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame,

The kindly, earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame,

New birth of our new soil, the first American,

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