w republic ought to have an
army and navy. The concluding paragraph of his speech, delivered in
measured but feeling tones, seemed very solemn and serious to Harry.

"It is joyous in the midst of perilous times," he said, "to look around
upon a people united in heart, where one purpose of high resolve
animates and actuates the whole; where the sacrifices to be made are not
weighed in the balance against honor and right and liberty and equality.
Obstacles may retard, but they cannot long prevent the progress of a
movement sanctified in justice and sustained by a virtuous people.
Reverently let us invoke the God of our fathers to guide and protect us
in our efforts to perpetuate the principles which by his blessing they
were able to vindicate, establish, and transmit to their posterity.
With the continuance of his favor ever gratefully acknowledged we may
look hopefully forward to success, to peace and to prosperity."

The final words were received with a mighty cheer which rose and swelled
thrice, and again. Jefferson Davis stood calmly through it all, his
face expressing no emotion. The thin lips were pressed together
tightly. The points of his high collar touched his thick, close beard.
He wore a heavy black bow tie and his coat had broad braided lapels.
His hair was thick and slightly long, and his face, though thin, was
full of vitality. It seemed to Harry that the grave, slightly narrowed
eyes emitted at this moment a single flash of triumph or at least of
fervor.

Mr. Davis was sworn in and Mr. Stephens after him, and when the shouting
and applause sank for the last time, the great men withdrew into the
hotel, and the troops marched away. The head of the new republic had
been duly installed, and the separation from the old Union was complete.
The enthusiasm was tremendous, but Harry, like many others, had an
underlying and faint but persistent feeling of sadness that came from
the breaking of old ties. Nor had any news come telling that Kentucky
was about to join her sister states of the South.

The Palmetto Guards marched back to their old camp, and Harry, Langdon,
and St. Clair obtained leave of absence to visit the town. Youth had
reasserted itself and Harry was again all excitement and elation.
It seemed to him at the moment that he was a boy no longer. The Tacitus
lying peacefully in his desk was forgotten. He was a man in a man's
great world, doing a man's great work.

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