Lxi.
Not many years afterwards, what a change had come over the nation, and what a vindication was finally to be made!
For time at last sets all things even——
And if we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power
Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong.
The same bells that had rung out their chimes so merrily to usher in the
Rebellion, and reecho the curses of
South Carolina upon the name of
Sumner, were all tolling his death-knell on the morning when the telegraph flashed the news that the great champion of Freedom was no more.
But we will now forego any expression of exultation or gratitude on this account, and resume the thread of our narrative.
It will lead us through scenes of suffering and blood.
It will remind us of a hundred battle-fields where Liberty had once more to pass through the fires of conflict—a conflict compared with which, all the struggles of the old Revolution were but the pangs of the suffering child to the throes of the bleeding giant.
