Named Entity Results, William H. Seward

dy struggle, and it has had the result of inducing our enemies, in a moment of unguarded triumph, to disclose their real designs and purposes. There can hereafter be no sort of misconstruction of their object. They have not left a peg to hang a doubt on. We know exactly what we have to expect, and can govern ourselves accordingly. It was worth all the seeming humiliation of going on such a mission, and being cooped up in a steamboat at Fortress Monroe, to hear from the lips of Lincoln and Seward the final assurances of United States policy. These assurances, accompanied by the legislation of the Federal Congress, have presented a plain and distinct issue, on which no single soul in the Confederacy can henceforth doubt or hesitate. Hereafter, we take it, there will be no humiliation, either real or only apparent, in the action of the Confederacy. No more war hawks, disguised as white-winged messengers of Peace, will be permitted to hover about this capital. If Grant can enter

Mr. William H. Seward demands our admiration. His "God bless you, Hunter," and "Remember me to my old friends in the South," are exquisite. We had supposed that Mr. Chester, in "Barnaby Rudge," was a caricature, but we must acquit Mr. Dickens of all exaggeration. His polished masterpiece of courteous craft and malignity must hide its diminished head by the side of W. H. Seward. It were worth years of ordinary sightseeing to have witnessed that interview. We should like to see MrW. H. Seward. It were worth years of ordinary sightseeing to have witnessed that interview. We should like to see Mr. Hunter after that benediction. We should consider it a privilege to look upon the head honored by Seward's blessing. We fancy that a halo surrounds it; that a luminous shadow attends it; that troops of good angels surround the heatified man. "God bless you, Hunter. " (I am in hopes of hanging you some day, old gentleman, but, in the meantime, receive my apostolical benediction.) "Remember me to my old friends in the South." Let the "old friends" call upon Mr. Hunter and received the affecti

and others occupied by that new race which is to refine and elevate Southern civilization. By whichever way they traveled, they passed through scenes of war and desolation, to meet at Fortress Monroe the author of all this widespread ruin, William H. Seward. Beyond the limits of their own domain, our Commissioners were not permitted to proceed. They have been vouchsafed a glimpse of the grand Old Atlantic, and allowed to smell their own sea- breezes, and to look around upon foreign ships The best of us are not worthy to enter the royal presence of Abraham the First, and to breathe the air perfumed by the blended aromatics of Africa and Cape Cod. We have no regrets that a Peace Commission has been sent, even though it has been met and stopped midway by W. H. Seward. The world will see how sincerely our Government has sought Peace. The Olive Branch has been flung back in our faces, and the world can place, where it belongs, the tremendous responsibilities of the future.