cloud which overhauls our Nation, threatening to hold 3t in perpetual wight, might thus pass away and the bridal robes of Peace again appear with fill its original splendor and gorgcousness. But I do not sue for a sickly peace, I would have the lust vestige of rebellion annihilated, and when the last enemy to our institutions is J under our feet, and the goddess of Liberty walks forth with the cap of rebelliot\ on her spear, when freedom of speech and freedom of press is established in every rood of Columbia'« soil—then and not/iH 1 thee, would I return to home and friends.Still I was thinking; thinking that this 13 a strange world and strange people live in it, and 'tig stranger still that men are ever found working themselves into spheres