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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.
L.—THE ROMAN TWINS.
A. J. H. DUGANNE.
What time they read the stars,
Sprang from the loins of Mars;
Were twin-born on the earth,
Were suckled from their birth.
This ancient Roman myth —
Is full of pregnant pith.
And plowed the Latian loam,
The nascent walls of Rome;
And scoffed his brother's toil,
He leaped upon his soil.
And Romulus at bay,
Were ante-types that day !
3. The sucklings of the she-wolf
Stood face to face in wrath,
Like stubble from his path;
The seven hills of his home,
The eternal walls of Rome!
Hath store of pregnant pith
'Tis more than Roman myth!
Out of the loins of Mars,
Were born from cruel wars.
Her bloody suck did give,
Ere one in peace can live.
Straight to our hearts comes home-
Freedom's eternal Rome!
LI.-A TRIBUTE TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN,
JAMES R. LOWELL.
And loyalty to truth be sealed
As bravely in the closet as the field,
But then to stand beside her
When craven churls deride her,
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,
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,
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,
And brave old wisdom of sincerity!
They knew that outward grace is dust;
They could not choose but trust
And supple-tempered will
5. Nothing of Europe here,
Or, then, of Europe fronting mornward still,
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
And can his fame abide,
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,