I stood on the turrets of Morro Castle, Havana, as the devilish Weyler sailed away from the beautiful "Queen of the Antilles," and wondered that the cruel, infernal, tyrannical wretch was not ignominiously slaughtered by some of the victims of his starvation reign. A rattlesnake-cobra-tarantula human deformity! It is not the plutocracy of wealth, or the aristocracy of learning, but the democracy of the heart that makes the world better and greater. Selfishness, cupidity and greed lead to tyranny, and tyranny finally destroys itself. Down with the villains who would enslave the people! _Dose them, quick, with leaden pills-- Only cure for tyrant ills!_ And on the heights of San Juan I beheld the American troops, white and black, shoot the cruel Spaniard into defeat, and last, but not least, I stood on the prow of the Oregon and beheld the most destructive naval engagement of the century. "Santiago was a captains' fight," and, as Admiral Schley said: "There is glory enough for all." Schley, Sampson, Cook, Clarke, Evans, Taylor and Wainwright shall be remembered down the ages with Paul Jones, Decatur, Porter and Farragut; and with them the great Arctic hero, Admiral George W. Melville. The monarchy of Spain that once ruled the western world has been swept off the seas, and does not own an inch of land on the American Continent. I personally participated, with my soldier comrades, in the inauguration ceremonies of the lofty Lincoln, the glorious Garfield and the magnanimous McKinley, and heard their burning words of patriotism delivered from the east front of the National Capitol. And again it was my melancholy duty to march with the Grand Army of the Republic in the funeral train that took their assassinated remains to lie in state under the dome of the Capitol for the last view of the people upon the calm countenance of these illustrious Americans. The greatest characters of earth vanish away and are forgotten like the mists of the morning. "_The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth ere gave, Await alike the inevitable hour-- The paths of glory lead but to the grave."_ And now bestriding the Isthmus beneath the Stars and Stripes, with my right foot at Colon and left foot at Panama, I watch the digging of the interocean canal, with the High Priest Roosevelt joining the Atlantic and Pacific oceans in eternal wedlock, where the commerce of the globe shall float equal and free forever! Congregated at the World's Fair at St. Louis, the grandest exposition of the globe, I see passing in review the men and women of all nations, where art, science, letters, manufacture, commerce and government power reveal the wonders of man's handiwork. And now, navigating the circumambient air in an electric ship, I'll sail away to the "Island of Immortality," and dream a season from my multifarious labors.