s, as they sweep
through her waters and thunder round her island homes. All hail,
all hail, to these children of the morning; all hail, all hail, to
the Great Republic of the West that calls them into life! From
every age that has passed there comes a song of praise for the
treaty that has been consummated. The buried masters of three
thousand years start again to life and march in solemn and grand
procession before the eyes of the new-found empire. Homer with his
songs, Greece with her arts, Rome with her legions, and America with
her heroes, all come to us with the freshness and novelty of the
newly born. Wipe off the mold that time has gathered upon their
tombs, and let them all come forth and answer, at the summons of a
new-born nation that calls them again to life!

Tell to these strangers the story of the resurrection. Clutching in
their hands their dripping blades, the warriors recount their
conquests, and joined at last in harmonious brotherhood, Copernicus,
with bony fingers pointing upward, tells to Confucius his story of
the stars!

Fellow-citizens, I have recounted but one of our many peaceful
triumphs. Shall all these hopes of the future, shall all these
peaceful victories of our people, shall all these struggles of the
past be swept away by the dissolution of this Union and the
destruction of the government? Forbid it, Almighty God! Rather
perish a thousand times the cause of the rebellion, and over the
ruins of slavery let peace once more resume her sway, and let the
cannon's lips grow cold. _Delenda_ _est_ _Carthago_, said the old
Roman patriot, when gloom settled upon his State. The rebellion
must go down in the same spirit, say we all to-day. Down with
party, sect, and class, and up with a sentiment of unanimity when
our country calls to arms! New England leads us in the contest.
The legions of Vermont are now _en_ _route_ for the field. Again,
she can say with truth that "the bones of her sons lie mingling and
bleaching with the soil of every State from Maine to Georgia, and
there they will lie forever." New York must not be behind the Old
Bay State which led a year ago. In the spirit world, Warren calls
to Hamilton, and Hamilton calls back to Warren, that hand in hand
their mortal children go on together to fame, to victory, or to the
grave. Where the ranks are full, let us catch an inspiration from
the past, and with it upon us go forth to conflict. Go call the
roll on Saratoga