There Is No Sanctuary Of

This Glorious Union Shall Not Perish! Precious Legacy Of Our Fathers, It Shall Go Down Honored And Cherished To Our Children. Generations Unborn Shall Enjoy Its Privileges As We Have Done; And If We Leave Them Poor In All Besides, We Will Transmit To Them The Boundless Wealth Of Its Blessings!

We Are Blessed With A Faith, Which Calls Into Action The Whole Intellectual Man; Which Prescribes A Reasonable Service; Which Challenges The Investigation Of Its Evidences; And Which, In The Doctrine Of Immortality, Invests The Mind Of Man With A Portion Of The Dignity Of Divine Intelligence.

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.

You Shall Not Pile, With Servile Toil, Your Monuments Upon My Breast, Nor Yet Within The Common Soil, Lay Down The Wreck Of Power To Rest...

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.