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And when their statues are placed on high,
Under the dome of the Union sky-

The American soldier's temple of fame —
There with the glorious General's name,
Be it said, in letters both bold and bright:
"Here is the steed that saved the day
By carrying Sheridan into the fight
From Winchester, twenty miles away!"

GIVE UP THE UNION?

DANIEL S. DICKINSON.

GIVE up the Union? Never! The Union shall endure, and its praises shall be heard, when its friends and its foes — those who support and those who assail, those who bare their bosoms in its defence, and those who aim their daggers at its heart — shall all sleep in the dust together. Its name shall be heard with veneration amidst the roar of Pacific's waves, away upon the rivers of the North and East, where liberty is divided from monarchy, and be wafted in gentle breezes upon the Rio Grande. It shall rustle in the harvest, and wave in the standing corn on the extended prairies of the West, and be heard in the bleating folds and lowing herds upon a thousand hills. It shall be with those who delve in mines, and shall hum in the manufactories of New England, and in the cotton-gins of the South. It shall be proclaimed by the Stars and Stripes in every sea of earth, as the American Union, one and indivisible. Upon the great thoroughfares, wherever steam drives

and engines throb and shriek, its greatness and perpetuity shall be hailed with gladness. It shall be lisped in the earliest words, and ring in the merry voices of childhood, and swell to Heaven upon the song of maidens. It shall live in the stern resolve of manhood, and rise to the mercy-seat upon woman's gentle, availing prayer. Holy men shall invoke its perpetuity at the altars of religion, and it shall be whispered in the last accents of expiring age. Thus shall survive and be perpetuated the American Union.

SACREDNESS OF THE UNION.

HENRY CLAY.

LOOK at all history-consult her pages, ancient or modern; look at human nature; look at the contest in which you would be engaged in the supposition of war following upon the dissolution of the Union, such as I have suggested; and I ask you if it is possible for you to doubt that the final disposition of the whole would be some despot treading down the liberties of the people the final result would be the extinction of this last and glorious light which is leading all mankind, who are gazing upon it, in the hope and anxious expectation that the liberty which prevails here will sooner or later be diffused throughout the whole of the civilized world. Sir, can you lightly contemplate these consequences? Can you yield yourself to the tyranny of passion, amid dangers which I have depicted in colors far too tame, of what the result would be if that direful

event to which I have referred should ever occur? Sir, I implore gentlemen-I adjure them, whether from the South or the North, by all that they hold dear in this world-by all their love of liberty-by all their veneration for their ancestors-by all their regard for posterity—by all their gratitude to Him who has bestowed on them such unnumbered and countless blessings - by all the duties which they owe to mankind- and by all the duties which they owe to themselves to pause, solemnly to pause at the edge of the precipice, before the fearful and dangerous leap is taken into the yawning abyss below, from which none who ever take it shall return in safety!

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THE PEOPLE ALWAYS CONQUER.

EDWARD EVERETT.

THE people always conquer. They always must conquer. Armies may be defeated, kings may be overthrown, and new dynasties imposed, by foreign arms, on an ignorant and slavish race, that cares not in what language the covenant of their subjection runs, nor in whose name the deed of their barter and sale is made out. But the people never invade, and when they rise against the invader are never subdued. If they are driven from the plains, they fly to the mountains. Steep rocks and everlasting hills are their castles; the tangled, pathless thicket their palisado; and Nature, God, is their ally. Now He overwhelms the hosts of their enemies beneath his drifting mountains of sand; now He buries

them beneath a falling atmosphere of polar snows; He lets loose his tempest on their fleets; He puts a folly into their counsels, a madness into the hearts of their leaders; He never gave, and never will give, a final triumph over a virtuous and gallant people, resolved to be free.

"For Freedom's battle, once begun,

Bequeathed from bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won."

AMBITION.

HORACE GREELEY.

WE need a loftier ideal to nerve us for heroic lives. To know and feel our nothingness without regretting it, to deem fame, riches, personal happiness, but shadows, of which human good is the substance, — to welcome pain, privation, ignominy, so that the sphere of human knowledge, the empire of virtue, be thereby extended, — such is the soul's temper in which the heroes of the coming age shall be cast. When the stately monuments of mightiest conquerors shall have become shapeless and forgotten ruins, the humble graves of earth's Howards and Frys shall still be freshened by the tears of fondly admiring millions, and the proudest epitaph shall be the simple entreaty:

"Write me as one who loved his fellow-men."

Say not that I thus condemn and would annihilate ambition. The love of approbation, of esteem, of true glory, is a noble incentive, and should be cherished to

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the end. But the ambition which points the way to fame over torn limbs, and bleeding hearts, which joys in the Tartarean smoke of the battle-field, and the desolating tramp of the war-horse, that ambition is worthy only of "arch-angel ruined." To make one conqueror's reputation, at least one hundred thousand bounding, joyous, sentient beings must be transformed into writhing and hideous fragments, must perish untimely by deaths of agony and horror, leaving half a million widows and orphans to bewail their loss in anguish and destitution. This is too mighty, too awful a price to be paid for the fame of any hero, from Nimrod to Wellington. True fame demands no such sacrifices of others; it requires us to be reckless of the outward well-being of but one. It exacts no hecatomb of victims for each triumphal pile; for the more who covet and seek it, the easier and more abundant is the success of each and all. With souls of the celestial temper, each human life might be a triumph which angels would lean from the skies. delighted to witness and admire.

REST.

Lines supposed to have been found under the pillow of a soldier who died in hospital at Port Royal.

MARY WOOLSEY HOWLAND.

I LAY me down to sleep,

With little care
Whether my waking find
Me here or there.

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