The Heart Of The People, North And

Though A Hundred Crooked Paths May Conduct To A Temporary Success, The One Plain And Straight Path Of Public And Private Virtue Can Alone Lead To A Pure And Lasting Fame And The Blessings Of Posterity.

Does It Seem All But Incredible To You That Intelligence Should Travel For Two Thousand Miles, Along Those Slender Copper Lines, Far Down In The All But Fathomless Atlantic; Never Before Penetrated … Save When Some Foundering Vessel Has Plunged With Her Hapless Company To The Eternal Silence And Darkness Of The Abyss? Does It Seem … But A Miracle … That The Thoughts Of Living Men … Should Burn Over The Cold, Green Bones Of Men And Women, Whose Hearts, Once As Warm As Ours, Burst As The Eternal Gulfs Closed And Roared Over Them Centuries Ago?

What Subsists To-day By Violence Continues To-morrow By Acquiescence And Is Perpetuated By Tradition; Till At Last The Hoary Abuse Shakes The Gray Hairs Of Antiquity At Us, And Gives It-self Out As The Wisdom Of Ages.

Freedom May Come Quickly In Robes Of Peace Or After Ages Of Conflict And War, But Come It Will, And Abide It Will, So Long As The Principles By Which It Was Acquired Are Held Sacred.

The Heart Of The People, North And South, Is For The Union.