Under the influence of this letter, the love of country, of the Union, and above all, the love of liberty, took possession of the heroic North. There was the greatest moral exaltation ever known. The spirit of liberty took possession of the people. The masses became sublime. To fight for yourself is natural--to fight for others is grand; to fight for your country is noble--to fight for the human race--for the liberty of hand and brain--is nobler still. As a matter of fact, the defenders of slavery had sown the seeds of their own defeat. They dug the pit in which they fell. Clay and Webster and thousands of others had by their eloquence made the Union almost sacred. The Union was the very tree of life, the source and stream and sea of liberty and law. For the sake of slavery millions stood by the Union, for the sake of liberty millions knelt at the altar of the Union; and this love of the Union is what, at last, overwhelmed the Confederate hosts. It does not seem possible that only a few years ago our Constitution, our laws, our Courts, the Pulpit and the Press defended and upheld the institution of slavery--that it was a crime to feed the hungry--to give water to the lips of thirst--shelter to a woman flying from the whip and chain! The old flag still flies--the stars are there--the stains have gone. IX. LINCOLN always saw the end. He was unmoved by the storms and currents of the times. He advanced too rapidly for the conservative politicians, too slowly for the radical enthusiasts. He occupied the line of safety, and held by his personality--by the force of his great character, by his charming candor--the masses on his side. The soldiers thought of him as a father. All who had lost their sons in battle felt that they had his sympathy--felt that his face was as sad as theirs. They knew that Lincoln was actuated by one motive, and that his energies were bent to the attainment of one end--the salvation of the Republic. They knew that he was kind, sincere and merciful. They knew that in his veins there was no drop of tyrants' blood. They knew that he used his power to protect the innocent, to save reputation and life--that he had the brain of a philosopher--the heart of a mother. During all the years of war, Lincoln stood the embodiment of mercy, between discipline and death. He pitied the imprisoned and condemned. He took the unfortunate in his arms, and was the friend even of the convict. He knew temptation's strength--the weakness of the will--and how in fury's sudden flame the judgment drops the scales, and passion--blind and deaf--usurps the throne.