d of ours, will hold but a
small fraction of the English; in America, in New Holland, east
and west to the very antipodes, there will be a great Saxondom
covering great spaces of the globe. And now, what is it that
can keep all these together in virtually one nation, so that
they do not fall out and fight, but live at peace, in
brother-like intercourse, helping one another? This is justly
regarded as the greatest practical problem, the thing all
manner of sovereignties and governments are here to accomplish:
what is it that will accomplish this? Acts of parliament,
administrative prime-ministers cannot. America is parted from
us, so far as parliament could part it. Call it not fantastic,
for there is much reality in it; here, I say, is an English
king whom no time or chance, parliament or combination of
parliaments, can dethrone! This King Shakespeare, does he not
shine, in crowned sovereignty, over us all, as the noblest,
gentlest, yet strongest of rallying signs; indestructible;
really more valuable in that point of view than any other means
or appliance whatsoever? We can fancy him as radiant aloft over
all the nations of Englishmen, a thousand years hence. From
Paramatta, from New York, wheresoever, under what sort of
parish-constable soever, English men and women are, they will
say to one another: 'Yes, this Shakespeare is ours, we produced
him, and we speak and think by him; we are of one blood and
kind with him.'"

As set forth here the travail of the English heart is toward a unified
Saxondom, and, as indicated above, its hour had come. It was in the hour
when the world paused in awe to see a fruition of this dream, that Mr.
Dixon asked--_insisted_ upon being heard. Anxious to know upon what
terms the South would be a contented member of this new accord, Mr.
Dixon, essaying to speak for the South, got his hearing.

What a terrible enemy to humanity does Mr. Dixon prove himself to be
when, essaying to speak for the South, he would impart to this mighty
force, with work before it worthy of the gods, a larger measure of the
virus of race prejudice. Rather, may this unified Saxondom, as the agent
of that "divinity that shapes our ends rough-hew them how we will,"
choose the opening hours of its era for the purging from its great heart
all the lingering vestiges of hatred of men, and with eyes eve