. Patriotic addresses in America and England : from 1850 to 1885, on slavery, the Civil War, and the development of civil liberty in the United States . it wave over anation neither enslaved nor enslaving. Once, and but once,has treason dishonored it. In that insane hour, when theguiltiest and bloodiest rebellion of time hurled their firesupon this fort, you, Sir [turning to General Anderson], anda small heroic band, stood within these now crumbledwalls, and did gallant and just battle for the honor and de-fense of the nations banner. In that cope of fire this glorious flag still peacefullywav
. Patriotic addresses in America and England : from 1850 to 1885, on slavery, the Civil War, and the development of civil liberty in the United States . it wave over anation neither enslaved nor enslaving. Once, and but once,has treason dishonored it. In that insane hour, when theguiltiest and bloodiest rebellion of time hurled their firesupon this fort, you, Sir [turning to General Anderson], anda small heroic band, stood within these now crumbledwalls, and did gallant and just battle for the honor and de-fense of the nations banner. In that cope of fire this glorious flag still peacefullywaved to the breeze above your head, unconscious of harmas the stars and skies above it. Once it was shot gallant hand, in whose care this day it has been, pluckedit from the ground, and reared it again,—cast down butnot destroyed. After a vain resistance, with tremblinghand and sad heart, you withdrew it from its height,closed its wings, and bore it far away, sternly to sleepamid the tumults of rebellion and the thunder of battle. The first act of war had begun. The long night of fouryears had set in. While the giddy traitors whirled in a. /^^^H^yC^ FORT SUMTER FLAG-RAISING. 677 maze of exhilaration, dim horrors were already advancing,that were ere long to fill the land with blood. To-day you are returned again. We devoutly join withyou in thanksgiving to Almighty God, that he has sparedyour honored life, and vouchsafed you the honors of thisday. The heavens over you are the same; the same shores;morning comes, and evening, as they did. All else, howchanged ! What grim batteries crowd the burdenedshores ! What scenes have filled this air and disturbedthese waters ! These shattered heaps of shapeless stoneare all that is left of Fort Sumter. Desolation broods inyonder sad city—solemn retribution hath avenged our dis-honored banner! You have come back with honor, whodeparted hence, four years ago, leaving the air sultry withfanaticism. The surging crowds, that rolled up
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