The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1864-02-06
THE GATE CITY
anna Dickinson in the House OF
Representatives.


Corinne Of Republican politics push
ing back with passionate gesture tn
thick tresses that heated your temples
and with face Of beauty upturned in
gush of irrepressible alteration, how tho,
shottest electric fires through thy thric.
ten hundred auditors with the sublim,
words az never meet private soldie,
without being filed with feeling of pro
found respect" Sister of the heroic
younger sister of the free and true-thou
File du Regiment of this great war Of
Freedom in America, let US humbly, very
humbly, give you the hand of political
brotherhood.
That was wonderful sight on Satur.
day night in the Capitol. A young girl
but twenty-one years old-dismissed
scarcely eighteen months ago from bread
getting employment in the Philadelphia
Mint for criticising in a woman's literary
club the soldiership of Gen. Mcclellan
conducted to the Speakers chair of the
House of Representatives by the Vice
President of the United States, followed
there by the Speaker of the House. and
introduced by the Vice President TO an
audience that crowded all sitting room
and standing room in the great hall,
among whom were the President of the
nlted States, the most distinguished of
the Senators and Representatives, the
Heads OF Departments and Bureaus, and
the chief OF the men of talents and devo-
ton who at the capital of the nation urge
the great war for liberty "a girl Of
twenty-one, modest and beautiful power
full in her inspirations, yet childlike as a
cotiers child; queenly at times in her
poses and her passion, yet CARRIED like a
yuakeress at a easement; wholly under
the dominion of imperial truth and duty.
yet speaking without any show of author
ity ; positive, yet modest uncompromis-
ing, yet modest passionately radical, still
modest and girl-like; scornful in Just
mates, the escape of the electric fervor
against wrong, of which God makes
child his medium bitter in sarcasm,
which flash off from her young soul with
out harm to it, as lightnings flash off
from conducting points of gold: full of
rebuke, which does but utter truth and
has no accompaniment of conceit; bouad-
less IN her love Of humanity, for which
she means, and prays, and demands with
an Inspiration that can only he kinded
from the altar upon which Christ laid
himself down for the equality and frater-
nity OF his race a young, red Tipped,
slim-wasied girl. with curls cut short, as
II Tor school,, with eyes black with the
mlfthiulness of child. save when they
oiaze with the passions of a prophecies.
holding spell-bound in the capitol Of the
nation for one hour and ten minutes.
three thousand politicians. statesmen,
ana soldiers, while she talked to them
politics, craftsmanship, and war II was
wonderful sight, and it was wonder
ful success.
Joan OF Arc never was grander, and
could not have been better in her mail of
battle than Was this Philadelphia msid in
her statesmanlihe demand that this war
DO not cease till slavery lies dead and
baried under the feet Of the north, and
ITS epltaph is traced with the point Of
eayonet dipped in the young blood of the
nation -
Could not have been better for France
than was this girl for America, in her de-
mand that the territory wrenched back
from the rebellion be used to underlay
the development of the blacks in America
into full citizenship, with the ownership
IN lee OF agricultural land -
Could never have been wiser and better
than was this girl when she showed to
with her little white hand the doors of
the Supreme Court of the United States
as at present constituted, and forbade the
adJudication therein of the Proclamation
OF Freedom to the slaves of rebels -
Gould not have been grander than was
this girl 10 her dei6cation of the courage
that the wounded men of the people, and
wiping as with her very hair the damps
OF agony from the brows of braves lying
on the battle-6elds and lingering in hos
plIals-Srander than her worshipful love
OF men made beautiful by war wounds in
the grander than the sweep of the
arm and the call of the voice with which
she demanded place and reverence for
the heroes who already in phaanx march
one-armed, and on crutches and canes 90
slowly past US to the final encampment of
the grave.