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reply. I should like to ask General Knox, said the President, if it is within the scope of his ability, to tell us when this rebellion will be put down. In the same manner as before, this message was received: Washington, Lafayette, Franklin, Wilberforce, Napoleon, and myself have held frequent consultations on this. point. There is something which our spiritual eyes cannot detect which appear well formed. Evil has come at times by removal of men from high positions, and there are those in retirement whose abilities should be made useful to hasten the end. Napoleon says, concentrate your forces upon one point; Lafayette thinks that the rebellion will die of exhaustion; Franklin sees the end approaching, as the South must give up for want of mechanical ability to compete against Northern mechanics. Wilberforce sees hope only in a negro army.--Knox. Well, exclaimed the President, opinions differ among the saints as well as among the sinners. They don't seem to underst
over conquered Burgoyne. Though it trembled at times to the tempest, And clouds o'er its blazonry passed, Our eagle thence wafted it onward, Till proudly 'twas planted at last. And now, as we gaze on its splendors, In the heart what starred memories rise I Of worthies with feet in our pathways, But glorified brows in the skies. High lifted — the foremost among them-- Our Nation's great Father is seen, With figure in mould so majestic, And face so benign and serene. And Jefferson, Adams, and Franklin There shine in the stately array; And there the wreathed forehead of Jackson, And there the grand presence of Clay. And battle-fields, trophied in honor, On the breast of the banner are rife-- The evergreen summit of Bunker, And Trenton's wild winter-tossed strife. And proudly our own Saratoga, Where the first of our triumphs was won And Yorktown — that height of our glory, Where burst our victorious sun. Then, hail to our sky-blazoned banner! It has brightened the shore and the sea; And so