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we could to express it ! The leaders stood 

 in the great dark colonnade of the custom 

 house, but the day was bright, and our hearts 

 were full ; the street was crowded as far as 

 one could see, and we sang and sang, until 

 we were all hoarse. How dark the cloud 

 had been, and how long and dreary the 

 days ; but now the cloud was lifted, the end 

 had come ! 



And I see another picture. Peace had 

 lasted for almost a generation, and we, a 

 non-combatant body-guard, accompanied 

 the orator on his way to deliver the address 

 on the twenty-fifth anniversary of the battle 

 of Gettysburg, in July, 1888. Of the dozen 

 who formed the party then, alas! already 

 the chief and three others have joined the 

 majority. But then were three perfect 

 days, in which Walter Howe, who was to 

 leave us in his prime, catered for the party 

 as though he had been to the manner born. 

 Pearson told us of the trials which encom 

 pass the man who undertakes to do his 

 simple duty in a great office, and Barlow 

 showed us where he fought, bled, and almost 

 died in the good cause. And the leader hal 

 lowed us all by his presence, and focussed 

 in himself the interests and the aspirations 

 of all. And we explored the wildnesses of 



