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guing that it merely gave a construction to laws already in existence. It was the duty of Congress to put into the hands of the President the means for the performance of his duty, and point out the mode in which he should do it. They could not be released from this obligation. He repeated that the President should have the power to execute the Constitution in all its parts. The highest duty of the Government, which dates anterior to all Constitutions, is to preserve its existence. Mr. Pryor said it was the purpose of the dominant party, plainly manifest and openly avowed, to drive through the bill by the pressure of an irresistible rule. As this was a foregone conclusion, he hoped it would pass at once, to the end that the people of Virginia and of the South may be aroused to the perils which menace their destruction. He defiantly challenged them to assume the attitude of hostility corresponding to their bloody designs. He knew that the Republican party are resolved never
leadership of the Duke of Malakoff, Marshall McMahon, and other such small military potatoes. We call attention, however, to the following paragraph, to show what it is that gives such exquisite zest to the military demonstrations in Washington — to the firing of cannon "pointed straight at Virginia's sacred shore --what would she say if their brazen throats were to vomit unbroken streams of grape in her venerable face?" "As the firing was going on near the Treasury, the lithe form of Pryor, and the dapper dimensions of Garnett, the two favorite grandsons of Virginia, were dimly seen flitting about in the cloud of smoke that rolled over the crowd, reflecting, no doubt, that if the exploding of these harmless blank cartridges was an insult to their aged grandmother — by the by, the cannon near the Treasury building happened to be pointed straight at Virginia's sacred shore — what would she say if their brazen throats were to vomit unbroken streams of grape in her venerable face?<