I Should Be Glad If I Could

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.

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.

In Conformity With These Designs On The City Of Washington, And Notwithstanding The Disastrous Results Of The Invasion Of 1862, It Was Determined By The Rebel Government Last Summer To Resume The Offensive In That Direction.

The Man Who Stands Upon His Own Soil, Who Feels, By The Laws Of The Land In Which He Lives,-by The Laws Of Civilized Nations,-he Is The Rightful And Exclusive Owner Of The Land Which He Tills, Is, By The Constitution Of Our Nature, Under A Wholesome Influence, Not Easily Imbibed From Any Other Source.