CHAPTER XXIII.

John Harrington and Josephine Thorn were married in the autumn of that

year, and six months later John was elected to the Senate. With

characteristic patience he determined to await a favorable opportunity

before speaking at any length in the Capitol. He loved his new life, and

the instinct to take a leading part was strong in him, but he knew too

well the importance of the first impression made by a long speech to

thrust himself forward until the right moment came.

It chanced that the presidential election took place in that year, just a

twelvemonth after John's marriage, and the unusual occurrences that

attended the struggle gave him the chance he desired. Three candidates

were supported nearly equally by the East, the West, and the South, and on

opening the sealed documents in the presence of the two houses, it was

found that no one of the three had obtained the majority necessary to

elect him. The country was in a state of unparalleled agitation. The

imminent danger was that the non-election of the candidate from the West

would produce a secession of the Western States from the Union, in the

same way that a revolution was nearly brought about in 1876, during the

contest between Mr. Hayes and Mr. Tilden.

In this position of affairs, the electors being unable to agree upon any

one of the three candidates, the election was thrown into the hands of

Congress, in accordance with the clause of the Constitution which provides

that in such cases the House of Representatives shall elect a president,

each State having but one vote.

Harrington had made many speeches in different parts of the country during

the election campaign, and had attracted much attention by his calm good

sense in such excited times. There was consequently a manifest desire

among senators and representatives to hear him speak in the Capitol, and

upon the day when the final election of the President took place he judged

that his opportunity had come. Josephine was in the ladies' gallery, and

as John rose to his feet he looked long and fixedly up to her, gathering

more strength to do well what he so much loved to do, from gazing at her

whom he loved better than power, or fame, or any earthly thing. His eyes

shone and his cheek paled; his old life with all its energy and active

work was associated in his mind with failure, with discontent, and with

solitude; his new life, with her by his side, was brilliant, happy, and

successful. He felt within him the strength to move thousands, the faith

in his cause and in his power to help it which culminates in great deeds.

His strong voice rang out, clear and far-heard, as he spoke.

"MR. PRESIDENT,--We are here to decide, on behalf of our country, a great

matter. Many of us, many more who are scattered over the land, will look

back upon this day as one of the most important in our times, and for

their sakes as well as our own we are bound to summon all our strength of

intelligence and all our calmness of judgment to aid us in our decision.

"The question in which a certain number of ourselves are to become

arbitrators is briefly this: Are we to act on this occasion like

partisans, straining every nerve for the advantage of our several parties?

or are we to act like free men, exerting our united forces in one

harmonious body for the immediate good of the whole country? The struggle

may seem at first sight to be a battle between the East, the West, and the

South. In sober earnest, it is a contest between the changing principles

of party politics on the one hand and the undying principle of freedom on

the other.

"I need not make any long statement of the case to you. We are here

assembled to elect a President. Our position is almost unprecedented in

the history of the country. Instead of acquiescing in the declared will of

the people, our fellow-citizens, we are told that the people's wish is

divided, and we are called upon to act spontaneously for the people, in

accordance with the constitution of our country. By our individual and

unhampered votes the life of the country is to be determined for the next

four years. Let us not forget the vast responsibility that is upon us. Let

us join our hands and say to each other, 'We are no longer Republicans,

nor Democrats, nor Independents--we are one party, the party of the Union,

and there are none against us.'

"A partisan is not necessarily a man who asserts a truth and defends it

with his whole strength. A partisan means one who takes up his position

with a party. There is a limit where a partisan becomes an asserter of

falsehood, and that limit is reached when a man resigns his own principles

into the judgment of another, his conscience into another's keeping; when

a man gives up free thought, free judgment, and free will in absolute and

blind adherence to a set of thoughts, judgments, and decisions over which

he exercises no control, and in the formation of which he has but one

voice in many millions. Every one remembers the fable of the old man who,

when dying, made his sons break their staves one by one, and then bade

them bind a bundle of others together, and to try and break them by one

effort. In the uniting of individuals in a party there is strength, but

there must also be complete unity. If the old man had bidden his sons bind

their staves in several bundles instead of in one, the result would have

been doubtful. That is what party spirit makes men do. Party spirit is a

universal solvent; it is the great acid, the _aqua fortis_ of

political alchemy, which eats through bands of steel and corrodes pillars

of iron in its acrid virulence, till the whole engine of a nation's

government is crumbled and dissolved into a shapeless and a worse than

useless mass of broken metal.

"Man is free, his will is free, his choice, his judgments, his capacity

for thought, and his power to profit by it are all as free as air, just so

long as he remembers that they are his own--no longer. When he forgets

that he is his own master, absolutely and entirely, he becomes another

man's slave.

"The contest here is between political passion roused to its fiercest

pitch by the antagonism of parties, and the universal liberty of opinion,

which we all say we possess, while so few of us dare honestly exercise it.

This passion, this political frenzy that seizes men and whirls them in its

eddies, is a most singular compound of patriotism, of enthusiasm for an

individual, and of the personal hopes, fears, generosity, and avarice of

the individual who is enthusiastic. It is a passion which, existing in

others, can be turned to account by the cool leader who does not possess

it, but which may too easily bring ruin upon the man who is led.

"The danger ahead is this same party spirit, this wild and thoughtless

frenzy in matters where unbiased judgment is most of all necessary. It is

a rock upon which we have split before; it has taken us many years to

recover from the shock, and now we are in danger of altogether losing our

political life upon the same reef. Unless we mend our course we inevitably

shall. Men forego every consideration of public honor and private

conscience for the sake of electing a party candidate. The man at the helm

of the party ship has declared that he will sail due north, or south, or

east, or west, whatever happens, and his crew laugh together and keep no

lookout; they even feel a certain pride in their leader, who thus defies

the accidents of nature for the sake of sailing in a fixed direction.

"What is the result of all this? It is here before us. The country is

splitting into parties. Three candidates are set up for the office of

President. Three distinct parties stand in the field, each one vowing

vengeance, secession, revolution, utter dismemberment of the Union, unless

its chosen champion is elected to be chief of the Executive Department. Is

this to be the life of our Republic in future? Is this all that so many

millions of free citizens can do for the public good and for public

harmony? What shall we gain by electing the candidate from the North, if

the defeated candidate from the South is determined to produce a

revolution; and if the disappointed candidate from the West threatens to

touch off the dry powder and spring the mine of a great western secession?

Have we not seen all this before? Has not the bitter cry of a nation's

broken heart gone up to heaven already in mortal agony for these very

things to which our uncontrollable political passions are hourly leading

us?

"The contest is between political passion on the one hand and universal

liberty on the other.

"Liberty in some countries is a kind of charade word, an anagram, a symbol

representing an imaginary quantity, a password invented by unhappy men to

express all that they do not possess; a term meaning in the minds of

slaves a conglomerate of conditions so absurd, of aspirations so futile,

of imaginary delights so fantastically unreasonable, that if the ideal

state of which the chained dreamers rave were realized but for one moment,

humanity would start in amazement at the first glimpse of so much

monstrosity, and by and by would hold its sides with laughter at the folly

of its deluded fellows. In most countries where liberty is talked of it is

but a dream, and such a dream as could only occur to the sickened fancy of

a generation of bondsmen. But it means something else with us. It is here,

in this country, in this capital, in this hall, it is in the air we

breathe, in the light we see, in the strong, free pulses of our blood; it

is the heritage of men whose sires died for it, whose fathers laid down

all they had for it, of men whose own veins have bled for it--and not in

vain. In these United States, liberty is a fact.

"We must decide quickly, then, between the conditions of our liberty and

the requirements of frantic political passion. We must decide between

peace and war, for that is where the issue will come in the end. Between

freedom, prosperity, and peace on the one side, and a civil war on the

other; an alternative so horrible and inhuman and hideous, that the very

mention of it makes brave men shiver in disgust at the memories the word

recalls. Do you think we are much further from it now than we were in

1860? Do you think we were far from it in 1876? It is a short step from

the threat to the deed when political passion is already turning to bitter

personal hate.

"In our times there is much talk of civilization and culture. Two words

define all that is necessary to be known about them. Civilization is

peace. The uncivilized state of man is incessant war. Culture is

conscience, because conscience means the exercise of honest judgment, and

an ignorant people can form no honest judgment of their own which can be

exercised.

"In a state of peace, educated and truthful men judge fairly, and act

sensibly on their decisions. In other words, the majority is right and

free. In times of war and in times of great ignorance majorities have

rarely been either free or right.

"It is a bad sign of the times when education increases and truth

disappears. They ought to grow together, for education means absolutely

nothing but the teaching and learning of what is true. If it does not mean

that, it means nothing. In some countries the idea of truth is coexistent

with the idea of destroying all existing forms of belief. Some silly

person recently went so far as to raise the cry in this country, 'Separate

Church and State!' If there is a country where they are absolutely

separated, it is ours; but let the beliefs of mankind take care of

themselves. I dare say there will be Christians left in the world even

when Professor Huxley has written his last book, and when Colonel

Ingersoll has delivered his last lecture. I am reminded of the Chinese

philosopher and political economist, who answered when he was asked about

religious matters: 'Do you understand this world so well that you need

occupy yourselves with another?'

"The issue turns upon no such absurdities, neither does it rest with any

consideration of so-called platforms--free trade, civil service, free

navigation, tariff reform, and all the rest of those things. The real

issue is between civilization and barbarism, between peace and war.

"Be warned in this great strait. I believe we need few principles, but

universal ones. I believe in the republic because it was founded in

simplicity, and has been built up in strength by the strongest of strong

men; because its existence proves the greatest truth with which we ever

have to do, namely, that men are born equal and free, although they may

grow up slaves to their evil passions, and become greater or less

according as they manfully put their hands to the plough, or ignobly lie

down and let themselves be trampled upon. The battle of life is to the

stronger, but no man is so weak that he cannot raise himself a little if

he will, according to the abilities that are born in him; and nowhere can

he raise himself so speedily and securely as on this free soil of ours.

Nowhere can he go so far without being molested; for nowhere can man put

himself so closely and trustfully in the keeping of nature, certain that

she will not fail him, certain that she will yield him a thousand fold for

his labor.

"There are indeed times in the history of a great institution when it is

just as well as necessary to reconsider the principles upon which it is

founded. There are times in the life of a great nation when it behooves

her chief men to examine and see whether the basis of her constitution is

a sound one, and whether she can continue to grow great without any change

in the fundamental conditions of her development. It is a bad and a

dangerous time for a growing nation, but it is an almost inevitable stage

in her life. Thank God, that time is past with us! Let us not think of the

possibility of exposing ourselves again to civil war as an alternative

against retrogression into barbarism.

"Civilization is peace, and to extend civilization is to increase the

security of property in the world--of property and life and conscience.

The natural and barbarous state of man is that where the human animal

satisfies its cravings without any thought of consequences. The cultivated

state is that where humanity has ceased to be merely animal, and considers

the consequences first and the cravings afterwards. Civilization unites

men so that they dwell together in harmony; to separate them into parties

that strive to annihilate each other is to undo the work of civilization,

to plunge the state into civil war; to hew it in pieces, and split it and

tear it to shreds, till the magnificent body of thinking beings, acting as

one man for the public good, is reduced to the miserable condition of a

handful of hostile tribes, whose very existence depends upon successful

robbery and well-timed violence.

"Party spirit, so long as it is only a force which binds together a number

of men of honest purposes and opinions, is a good thing, and it is by its

means that just and powerful majorities are formed and guided. But where

party spirit loses sight of the characters of men, and judges them

according as they are Republicans or Democrats, instead of considering

whether they are good or bad citizens; when party spirit becomes a machine

for obtaining power by fair or foul means, instead of a fixed principle

for upholding the fair against the foul--then there is great danger that

the majority itself is losing its liberty, and upon the liberty of

majorities depends ultimately the stability and prosperity of the

republic.

"Consider what is the history of the average politician to-day, of the man

whose personal character is as good as that of his neighbor, who has

always belonged to the same party, and who looks forward to the hope of

political distinction. Consider how he has struggled through all manner of

difficulties to his present position, striving always to maintain good

relations with the chiefs of his party, while often acknowledging in his

heart that he would act differently were his connection with those chiefs

a matter of less vital importance to himself. He probably will tell you

that his profession is politics. He has sacrificed much to obtain his seat

in Congress, or his position in office, and he knows that henceforth he

must live by it or else begin life over again in another sphere. At all

events, for a term of years, his personal prosperity depends upon the use

he can make of his hold upon the public goods. He is not individually to

be blamed, perhaps, for he follows a precedent as widely recognized as it

is universally pernicious. It is the system that is to be blamed, the

general belief that a man can, and justly may, support himself by clinging

to a set of principles of which he does not honestly approve; that he may

earn his daily meal, since it comes to that in the end, by doing jobs

which in the free state he would despise as unworthy, and by speaking

boldly in support of measures which he knows to be injurious to the

welfare of the country. That is the history, the epitome of the ends and

aims and manner of being of the average politician in our day. He has

ventured into the waters of political life, and they have risen around him

till he must use all his strength in keeping his head above them, though

the torrent carry him whither it will and whither he would not. There are

no compromises when a man is drowning.

"There are many who are not in any such position. There are men great and

honest, and disinterested in the highest sense of the word--men whose

whole lives prove it, whose whole record is one of honor and truth, whose

following consists of men they have themselves chosen as their friends. We

are not obliged to select a drowning man for our President; we can choose

a man who stands on his own feet upon dry ground.

"There is an old proverb which contains much wisdom: 'Tell me who are your

friends, and I will tell you what you are.' Is a man fit to stand at the

head of a community of men when he has associated with a set of parasites,

who live upon his leavings, and will starve him if they can, in order to

enjoy his portion? Consider what is the position of the President of the

United States. Think what vast power is placed in the hands of one man;

what vast interests of public and private good are at stake; what an

endless sequence of events and results of events must follow upon the

individual action of the chief of the Executive Department; and remember

how free and untrammeled that individual action is. A people who elect an

officer to such a position need surely to be cautious in their choice and

circumspect in their judgment of the man elected. They must satisfy

themselves about what he is likely to do by judging honestly what he has

done; they must know who are his friends, his supporters, his advisers, in

order to judge of the friends he will make. They must take into their

consideration also the character of his colleague, the vice-president, and

the effect upon the country and the country's relation with, the world,

should any disaster suddenly throw the vice-president into office. We

cannot afford to elect a vice-president who would destroy the national

credit in a week, should the President himself be overtaken by death. We

must remember to count the cost of what we are doing, not passing over one

item because another item seems just. We cannot overlook the future, nor

disregard the influence which our election has upon the next; the steps

which men, once in office, may take in order to secure to themselves

another term, or to strengthen the position of the men whom they desire to

succeed them.

"In a word, we must put forth all our strength. We must be cool, far-sighted, and impartial in such times as these. And yet, how has this

campaign been hitherto conducted? Practically, by raising a party cry; by

exciting every species of evil passion of which man is capable; by

tickling the cupidity of one man and flattering the ambitions of another;

by intimidating the weak, and groveling before the strong; by every

species of fawning sycophancy on the one hand, and brutal overbearing

bullying on the other.

"Party, party, party! A man would rather commit a crime than vote against

his party. The evil runs through the country from East to West, from North

to South, eating at the nation's heartstrings, gnawing at her sinews, and

undermining her strength. The time is coming, is even now come, when two

or three parties no longer suffice to express the disunion of the Union.

There are three to-day: to-morrow there will be five, the next day ten,

twenty, a hundred, till every man's hand is against his fellow, and his

fellow's against him. The divisions have grown so wide that the majority

and the minority are but the extremities of a countless set of internecine

majorities and minorities.

"Members of parties are bound no longer by the honest determination to do

the right, to choose the right, and to uphold the right--they are bound by

fearful penalties to support their own man, were he the very chiefest

outcast of the earth, lest the man of another party be elected in his

place. The adverse candidate is perhaps avowedly better fitted for the

office, a hundred times more honest, more experienced, more worthy of

respect. But he belongs to the enemy. Down with him! let him perish in his

honesty and righteousness! There is no good in him, for he is a Democrat!

There is no good in him, for he is a Republican! He is a scoundrel, for he

is a Southerner! He is a thief, for he is a Northerner! He is the prince

of liars, for he comes from the West! He is the scum of mankind, for he is

from the East! The people rage and rend each other, and the frenzy grows

apace with the hour, till honor and justice, truth and manliness, are lost

together in the furious chaos of human elements. The tortured airs of

heaven howl out curses in a horrid unison, this fair free soil of ours,

dishonored and befouled, moans beneath our feet in a dismal drone of

hopeless woe; there is no rock or cavern or ghostly den of our mighty land

but hisses back the echo of some hideous curse, and hell itself is upon

earth, split and rent into multiplied hells.

"And the ultimate expression of the senses of these things is money. There

is the chiefest disgrace. We are not worse than the old nations, but we

have a right to be very much better; we have the obligation to be better,

the unchanging moral obligation which lies upon every man to use the

advantage he has. We alone among nations are free, we alone among nations

inhabit a quarter of the world by ourselves, and live and grow great in

our own way with no thought of the rest. Let us think more of living

greatly than of prosecuting greatness for the sake of its pecuniary

emoluments. Let us elect presidents who will give their efforts to making

us all great together, and not to making some citizens rich at the expense

of others who are also citizens. A President can do much toward either of

these results, bad or good. He has the future of the republic in his

hands, as well as the present. Let us be the richest among nations, since

the course of events makes us so, but let us not be the most sordid. Let

it never be said, in the land which has given birth to the only true

liberty the world has ever seen, that liberty can be sold for a few

dollars in the market-place, and bartered against the promise of four

years of civil employment at a small salary!

"This party spirit, this miserable craving for the good things that may be

extracted from the service of a party, has produced the crying evil of our

times. A certain class--a very large class--call our politics dirty, and

our politicians dishonest. Young men whose education and position in the

commonwealth entitle them to a voice in public matters withdraw entirely

from all contact with the real life of the country. Liberty has become a

leper, a blind outcast in the eyes of the gilded youth of to-day. She sits

apart in ashes and in rags, and asks a little charity of the richest of

her children--a miserable mother despised and cast out by her sons. They

will not own her for their mother, nor spare one crust to feed her from

their plenty. They pass by on the other side, staring in admiration at the

image they have set up for themselves--the image of what they consider

social excellence, an idol compounded of decayed customs, and breathing

the poisonous emanations of a dead world, a monument raised to the

prejudices of former times, to the petty thirst for aristocratic

distinctions which they cherish in their hearts, to their love of money,

show, superficial culture, and armorial bearings.

"Truly let them perish in the fruition of their contemptible desires! Let

them set up a thing called society and worship it; let them lose

themselves in the contemplation of objects whose beauty they can never

appreciate save by counting the cost; let them disgrace the names their

honest fathers bore, by striving to establish their descent from houses

stained with crime and denied with blood; let them disown their fathers

and spit in their mothers' faces,--but let them not call themselves free,

nor give themselves the airs of men. They toss their foolish heads in

scorn of all that a man holds truest and best. We can afford to let them

speak, if they please, even words of contempt and dishonor; we can afford

to let them say that in laboring for our country we are groveling in mud

and defiling our hands with impurity; but we cannot afford to let them

steal our children from us, nor to submit to the pestilent influence of

their corruption in our ranks. Those who would be of the republic must

labor for the public good, instead of insolently asserting that there is

no good in the public on which they have fattened and thriven so well.

"All honor to those who have set their faces against the growing evil, to

check it if they can, and to lay the foundation of a barrier against which

the tidal wave of corruption and dishonesty shall break in vain. All

praise to the brave men who might live in the indolent lotus-eating

atmosphere of wasteful idleness, but who have put their hand to the wheel

of state, determined to bear all their might upon the whirling spokes

rather than see the good ship go to pieces on the rock ahead. They have

begun a good work, and they have sown a good seed; they ask for no reward,

nor look for the reaping of the harvest. They mean to do right, and they

do it, because right is right, not because they expect to be rewarded with

the spoils or fed with fat tit-bits from the feast of party. Upon such men

as these, be they rich or poor, we must rely. The poor man can make

sacrifices as great as the rich, for he can forego for his country's sake,

the promise of ease and the hope of wealth as well as any million-maker in

the land.

"In the tremendous issue now before us we are called to decide upon the

life of the country during the next four years. We are chosen to direct

the course of a stream from its very source, and to turn it into a channel

where it will run smoothly to the end. For the four years of an

administration are like a river. The water rises suddenly from the spring

and flows swiftly, ever increasing in volume as it is swollen by

tributaries and absorbs into itself other rivers by the way. It may run

smoothly in a fair stream, moistening barren lands and softening the

parched desert into fertility; moving great engines of industry with a

ceaseless, even strength; bearing the burden of a mighty and prosperous

commerce on its broad bosom; spreading plenty and refreshment through the

wide pastures by its banks, fed on its way by waters so clear that at the

last it merges untainted and unsullied into the ocean, whence its limpid

drops may again be taken up and poured in soft, life-giving rain upon the

earth.

"But in digging for a spring men may find suddenly a torrent that they

cannot control. It suddenly bursts its bounds and banks, and rushes

headlong down, carrying everything before it in a resistless whirl of

devastation, tearing great trees up by the roots, crashing through

villages and towns and factories, girding the world with a liquid tempest

that sends the works of man spinning down upon its dreadful course, till

it plunges into the abyss, a frantic chaos of indiscriminate destruction,

storm, and death.

"Can any of us here present say that he will, that he dare, take upon

himself the responsibility of electing a President from motives of party

prejudice? Having it in our power to agree upon the very best man, would

any of us remember this day without shame if we disgraced those who trust

us, by giving our votes to a mere party candidate? The danger is great,

imminent, universal. We can save the country from it, I would almost say

from, death itself, by acting in accordance with our honest convictions.

Is any man so despicable, so lost to honor, that in such a case he will

put aside the welfare of a nation for the miserable sake of party

popularity? Are we to stand here in the guise and manner of free men,

knowing that we are driven together like a flock of sheep into the fold by

the howling of the wolves outside? Are we to strut and plume ourselves

upon our unhampered freedom, while we act like slaves? Worse than slaves

we should be if we allowed one breath of party spirit, one thought of

party aggrandizement, to enter into the choice we are about to make.

Slaves are driven to their work; shall we willingly let ourselves be

beaten into doing the dirty work of others by sacrificing the nobility of

our manhood? Do we meet here, like paid gladiators of old, to cut each

other's throats in earnest while attacking and defending a sham fortress,

raised in the arena for the diversion of those who set us on to the

butchery and promise to pay the survivors? Are we to provide a feast of

carrion for a flock of vultures and unclean beasts of prey, when we need

only stand together, and be true to ourselves and to each other, to

accomplish one of the greatest acts in history? The vultures will leave us

alone unless we destroy each other; we need not fear them. We are not

slaves to be terrified into compliance with evil, neither are we sheep

that we need huddle trembling together at the snarling of a wolf."

"No, no, indeed!" were the words heard on all sides in the audience, now

thoroughly roused.

"I do not say, elect this candidate, or that one. I am not canvassing for

any candidate. It is too late for that, even if it were seemly for me to

do so. I am canvassing for the cause of liberty against slavery, as better

men have done before me in this very house. I am defending the reputation

of unity against the slanderous attack of disunion, against the fearful

peril of secession. I appeal to you, as you are men, to act as men in this

great crisis, to put out your strong hands together and avert the

overwhelming disaster that threatens us; to stand side by side as

brothers,--for we are indeed brothers, children of one father and one

mother, heirs of such magnificent heritage as has not fallen to the lot of

mortality before, co-heirs of freedom, and inheritors of the free estate,

five and fifty millions of free children, born to our mother, the great

republic, who bow the knee to no man, and call no man master."

Loud applause greeted this part of the speech.

"I appeal from license to law, from division to harmony, from the raging

turmoil of angry and devouring passion without to the calm serenity that

reigns within these walls. As we turn in horror and loathing from the

unbridled fury of human beings, changed almost to beasts, so let us turn

in hope and security to those things we can honor and respect, to the

dignity of truth and the unbending strength of unquestioned right.

"I appeal to you to make this day the greatest in your lives, the most

memorable in our history as a nation. Lay aside this day the memories of

the past, and look forward to the brightness of the future. Throw down the

weapons of petty and murderous strife, and join together in perfect

harmony of mutual trust. Be neither Republicans, nor Democrats, nor

Independents. Be what it is your greatest privilege to be--American

citizens. Cast parties to the winds, and uphold the state. Trample under

your free-born feet the badges of party bondage, the ignoble chains of

party slavery, the wretched hopes of party preferment."

"Yes. Hear, hear! He is right!" cried many voices.

"Yes," answered John Harrington, in tones that rose to the very roof of

the vast building.

"'Yes, by that blood our fathers shed,

O Union, in thy sacred cause,

Whilst, streaming from the gallant dead,

It sealed and sanctified thy laws.'

"Yes, and strong hearts and strong hands will hold their own; the promise

of brave men will prevail, and echoing down the avenues of time will

strike grand chords of harmony in the lives of our children and children's

children. So, in the far-off ages, when hundreds of millions of our flesh

and blood shall fill this land, dwelling together in the glory of such

peace as no turmoil can trouble and no discontent disturb, those men of

the dim future will remember what we swore to do, and what we did; and

looking back, they will say one to another: 'On that day our fathers

struck a mighty blow, and shattered and crushed and trampled out all

dissensions and all party strife forever and ever.'

"Choose, then, of your own heart and will a man to be our President and

our leader. Elect him with one accord, and as you give your voices in the

choice, stand here together, knee to knee, shoulder to shoulder, hand to

hand; and let the mighty oath go thundering up to heaven,

"'THIS UNION SHALL NOT BE BROKEN!'"

End of Project Gutenberg's An American Politician, by F. Marion Crawford

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