New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1865-07-31
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II is djficult at times not TO feel that we are
living in land of dreams. Good oid-iashicned
thinkers yoralze about "the even pace OF
nations; but in the latter days it seems that
nations stride, and that over the whole world
there ia one continuous rnsh and roar. ms
month of July ended the most magnificent
hundred days in history. The hundred days oil
Isis are memorable for the multitude OF events
that crowded them, although nothing renamed
but Government which took no root and lasted
thirty years, and the exile OF man VINO only
wanted that exile TO turn the worlds hatred into
tie worlds pity. IN those Hundred Days Europe
vas thrown back century. Tyranny and Su-
perstitien and oppression were oil sustained
and protected by the great name Of Wellington.
The tingsd, expensive and dusty robes that En-
gland calls royalty, and which cover and clog
and check everything like free thought and free
deed, .wers Furnished anew and wrapped tighter
around the growing limbs of a.strugglingpeople
In oar Hin!rcd Days We have completed
the overthrow Of Rebellion; we have
reduced our armies to mere contin.
gent; disaSmed navy and cent
ships-of.war ba. K to the better duties OF carry
rying corn sul cottonj hurried victorious
army into the mines and ca6ons of tie Western
Territories, and raised money enough ont Of our
own farms and loms to pay the extraordinary
expenses of thu Government. Our victories OF
peace ara even greater than the victories OF
war. Or one side our pioneers are glrting the
Rocky Mountains with railroads-on The other
we stand waiting 10 grasp the hand of the En-
glishman who brings Us within an hour Of Lon
don. There is something uneasy in cur very
ambition. To the South wa have territory
newly con1uered- and sadly want
ing Observation-Disclosures yet we begin to
look longinely to he North, and covet the 81.
Lawrence and the vast Car sdian Countries,
and chafe q any boundary this side of tho'Polar
Sea. In the majesty of newly asserted strength
We stride toward dazzling destiny.
Do we feel that every step brings us more i'm
portant and Cumbersome dutiesl For the second
time in the worlds history we are called upon
to rise up ami control the destiny Of the world
This is no vain thought. Men are but the rep
resentatyes Of ideas-and ideas are not
bounded by religion, race, or territory. Conn
well, Washing ton. franklin. Mirabcau, Napo.
leon, Hugo, John Brown. Lincolr-step by step
the Idea of Resistance to Tyranny has Travelled
over the world--sayed England, revolution
sed France destroyed Slavery In Amer
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their times, and sec what they call the
ebb and flow Of ideas-Cromwell followed by
Charles. Mirabesu by Napoleon, Franklin by
Calhoun, Hugo banished by a Bonaparte, and
Brown hanged by Buchanan-forget that gener.
atoms are but as days-that whatever tempo
rary ebb may come the tide always rises-that
Cromwell dead was as powerful Us in lite-and
that when John Browns body went down to
moder in ths dast, his soul still marched-on.
Nor is our work done. 1t is merely beginning.
When John Stuart Mill triumphed over palace
and treasury, aided by "two hundred work
men," it ives the logical result of Grants sue
cess. Those workmen took comfort from
America, AID were strong and bold when they
saw men Of their own blood and lineage de-
Tending their flag and giving up their lives for
government with more devotion than royalty
ever commanded. America has not trumphed
in vain. There is not responding
Republican that erouches under the Haps-
burgs and Bonapartes or eats hard bread
away down in dismal mine, that my Lord of
Westminster may carry a stick before Her
Majesty and cot up thousands Of broad acres in
feeding foxes, hounds and dsers, who does not
feel stronger, and more resolute, and more
anxious for the hour TO strike. Men call this a
selfish, sensual, mercenary age, but only in our
moments of petulance and impotence. 1t is a
grand old Nineteenth Century, full Of good
deeds and brave endeavors and proudly to be
remembered in song and story end over nany
cup Of generous wine in the good days
coming.