Not a century has pissed, and We
seethe grand-children fine heroes
of Bunker Hill, aud Lyxingioti, ol
Saratoga and Trenton, oi .Uonmouih
and Brandy wine, enforcing at the
point of the bayonet, upon the de
scei dants of irashitigum and Ee,
fSumpter and Marion, Morgan ana
Patrick Henry, those same princi
ples of oppression, in resistance t
which, bad been fought the war of
the Revolution. Suppose they had
succeeded? Some Maccauley of the
future, passing in calm review, the
history of this country, would pa us
in sadness as he wrote the page, and
recorded another failure in the e
fort of man at self government. His
dosing narrative of thi-sgfep republic
would be the epitaph of a Natio i no!
a (vntury old.
The Divine Ruler of th univers.
decreed it should not he. From or e
end of this great country to the
other, the mighty movement, star
ted. First in New Y rlr, thn in
Faneuil Hall, Boston, that cradle of
American liberty; then Hi Philadel
phia, Baltimore and tho West, the
voice of the Nation heard jn
mighty meetings of tneHile, aul
net of the President, wenounced.
Eike the suppressed runjling of the
volcano, presaging the dire eruption
to follow, and warning tfio.se in dan
ger to flee the coming destruction,
the muttered murmurs of his people
told the President to beware, and
General Grant halted in his coup-e.
In the elections that followed, tin
people spoke. Fro.n Main to Texas,
from the Atlautic to the Pacific,
there came the same answer; and
the centralizing policy of the admin
istration was condemned. The voice
of the people is the voice of God.
