of decided defeat did not fail — the capture of a largely proportionate number of the enemy's guns.
It is wrong to exult over the death of any man. It is appointed to all men to die, and we must all make up our minds to meet the inevitable hour.
But we cannot resist the impression that there was something very much like the retribution which awaits all men, either on this side of the grave or the other, in the death of Col. Baker. He was an Englishman by birth, but had been in the United States many years.
He had fought bravely in Mexico, us his countrymen, with very few exceptions' have always done, wherever they have served.
In the last Congress he made the most violent speech that was made, even in that assembly of blood-hounds.
He was in favor of making Lincoln a Dictator, as if he were not already one.
He wished him to have the name as well as the substance of power.
He was not content with his being merely CÆ--he wished him to be king.
He desired to place a thousand