Drop A Grain Of California Gold Into

Drop A Grain Of California Gold Into The Ground, And There It Will Lie Unchanged Until The End Of Time; . . . Drop A Grain Of Our Blessed Gold [wheat] Into The Ground And Lo! A Mystery.

There Were Speeches Made In Congress In The Very Last Session Before The Outbreak Of The Rebellion, So Ferocious As To Show That Their Authors Were Under The Influence Of A Real Frenzy.

Ever The Characteristic Manners Of Cowardice.

What Subsists To-day By Violence Continues To-morrow By Acquiescence And Is Perpetuated By Tradition; Till At Last The Hoary Abuse Shakes The Gray Hairs Of Antiquity At Us, And Gives It-self Out As The Wisdom Of Ages.

When Every Brake Hath Found Its Note, And Sunshine Smiles In Every Flower.