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Hoorra!--Only one more quotation from Kennedy, and that because it
permits us to take a last fond look at Sims, who re-appears, for a
moment, like a meteor on the scene of his past glories!

"Was it not a burning, blistering, withering shame that the cross
of St George should be found _floating_ on American _soil_?" [Here
Mr L. H. SIMS exclaimed, "Yes, and it will blister on our foreheads
like the mark of Cain!"]

Mr Hamlin, a Democratic representative from Maine, one of the pattern
New England states, is not far behind his Western brethren--

"Their progress was as certain as destiny. He could not be mistaken
in the idea, that our flag was destined to shed its lustre over
every hill and plain on the Pacific slope, and on every stream that
mingles with the Pacific. What would monarchical institutions
do--what would tyrants do--in this age of improvement--_this age of
steam and lightning? The still small voice in our legislative
halls_ and seminaries of learning, would soon be re-echoed in
distant lands. Should we fold our arms and refuse, under all these
circumstances, to discharge our duty? No; let us march steadily up
to this duty, and discharge it like men;

'And the gun of our nation's natal day
At the rise and set of sun,
Shall boom from the far north-east away
To the vales of Oregon.
And ships on the seashore luff and tack,
And send the peal of triumph back.'"

Mr Stanton, a Democratic representative from the slave state of
Tennessee--Polk's own--observes, that war about Oregon

"Would be another crime of fearful magnitude added to that already
mountainous mass of fraud and havoc by which England has heretofore
extended her power, and by which she now maintains it. _Did some
gentlemen say that her crimes were represented by a vast pyramid of
human skulls? I say, sir, rather by a huge pyramid of human hearts,
living, yet bleeding in agony, as they are torn from the reeking
bosoms of the toiling, fighting millions._"

Peace, this person observes, is rather nearer his heart than any thing
else, but

"If she must depart, if she is destined to take her sad flight from
earth to heaven again, then welcome the black tempest of war.
Welcome its terrors, its privations, its wounds, its deaths! We
will sternly bare our bosoms to its deadliest shock, and trust