le--she has sprinkled too many of her scions among the
population of the West and South--to allow of a moment's serious thought
of cutting her off from our communion. The cry is but the party cry of
the designing and evil disposed, the traitors to our name and nation;
and with the crushing out of the rebellion and the restoration of our
nationality; it will pass away forever.

But to return to the direct results of the war. Having shown the
threatened evils of separation, our province leads us no farther, for
this comprises _all_ the evils within the scope of man's imagination.
See, then, the issue involved: in our success lie all our hopes of
future stability and prosperity; in our failure lies simply--inevitable
ruin. With such a prospect before them--with existence itself hanging in
the balance--why are the people of the North asleep? Why will they not
see the true bearings of the war in this light, and arise in all their
power and strength, determined to crush out this infamous rebellion,
even at the cost of the last dollar and the last drop of blood! Shall we
grumble at the cost of the war? Shall we growl over the paltry taxes
which, even yet, are scarcely felt? Shall the father grieve for the loss
of half his wealth which goes to redeem his only son from death--his
'darling from the power of the lions'? Shall the house-holder grumble
over the reward he has offered for the rescue of his wife and little
ones from the burning house? Shall the felon begrudge the last cent of
his earthly possessions that purchases his relief from the gallows?
Better that we should all be ruined--better that the land should be
entirely depleted of its youth, and the country irretrievably in debt,
with a prospect of a future and lasting peace, than a compromise now,
with the inevitable certainty of everlasting war and tumult and
bloodshed, worse, a thousand times worse than that of the South American
States. Shall we make a peace now, only that we may again go to war
among ourselves? Would this not be literally 'jumping out of the frying
pan into the fire'? The _war_ men of the North are the men of peace, and
the so-called peace men are the men of eternal war; those are they who
would prolong the miseries of our country, simply by turning them in a
new direction--by turning all our hostilities into our own bosoms and
against out own wives and children. Nay I there can be no pausing now.
We have everything to gain by prosecuting the war to