There Is No Sanctuary Of Virtue Like

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.

The Heart Of The People, North And South, Is For The Union.

We Have Now In Our Possession Three Instruments Of Civilization, Unknown To Antiquity. These Are The Art Of Printing; Free Representative Government; And, Lastly, A Pure And Spiritual Religion, The Deep Fountain Of Generous Enthusiasm, The Mighty Spring Of Bold And Lofty Designs, The Great Sanctuary Of Moral Power.

A Great Character, Founded On The Living Rock Of Principle Is, In Fact, Not A Solitary Phenomenon, To Be At Once Perceived, Limited, And Described. It Is A Dispensation Of Providence, Designed To Have Not Merely An Immediate, But A Continuous, Progressive, And Never-ending Agency. It Survives The Man Who Possessed It; Survives His Age,--and Perhaps, His Country, His Language.

In Italy, On The Breaking Up Of The Roman Empire, Society Might Be Said To Be Resolved Into Its Original Elements, - Into Hostile Atoms, Whose Only Movement Was That Of Mutual Repulsion.