The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
Various
American periodicals
Only less significant than the fact is the manner of his reflection. All
sections of a continental country, with interests as diverse as latitude
and longitude can make them, came up to secure, not any man's
continuance in power, but the rule of law. The East called with her
thousands, and the West answered with her tens of thousands. Baltimore
that day washed out the blood-stains from her pavement, and free
Maryland girded herself for a new career. Men who had voted for
Washington came forward with the snows of a hundred winters on their
brows, and amid the silence and tears of assembled throngs deposited
their ballot for Abraham Lincoln. Daughters led their infirm fathers to
the polls to be sure that no deception should mock their failing sight.
Armless men dropped their votes from between their teeth. Sick men and
wounded men, wounded on the battle-fields of their country, were borne
on litters to give their dying testimony to the righteous cause.
Dilettanteism, that would not soil its dainty hands with politics, dared
no longer stand aloof, but gave its voice for national honor and
national existence. Old party ties snapped asunder, and local prejudices
shrivelled in the fire of newly kindled patriotism. Turbulence and
violence, awed by the supreme majesty of a resolute nation, slunk away
and hid their shame from the indignant day. Calmly, in the midst of
raging war, in despite of threats and cajolery, with a lofty, unspoken
contempt for those false men who would urge to anarchy and infamy, this
great people went up to the ballot-box, and gave in its adhesion to
human equality, civil liberty, and universal freedom. And as the good
tidings of great joy flashed over the wires from every quarter, men
recognized the finger of God, and, laying aside all lower exultation,
gathered in the public places, and, standing reverently with uncovered
heads, poured forth their rapturous thanksgiving in that sublime
doxology which has voiced for centuries the adoration of the human
soul:--
"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!"
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