came down, as if inspired unconsciously by the breath of the Almighty, and the power of omnipotence.  It was as when one pierces the banks of the Mississippi for a rivulet, and the whole raging stream plunges through with headlong course.  There they calculated, and miscalculated!  And more than all, they miscalculated the bravery of men who have been trained under law, who are civilized and hate personal brawls, who are so protected by society as to have dismissed all thought of self-defense, the whole force of whose life is turned to peaceful pursuits.  These arrogant conspirators against government, with Chinese vanity, believed that they could blow away these self-respecting citizens as chaff from the battlefield.  Few of them are left alive to ponder their mistake!  Here, then, are the roots of this civil war.  It was not a quarrel of wild beasts, it was an inflection of the strife of ages, between power and right, between ambition and equity.  An armed band of pestilent conspirators sought the nation’s life.  Her children rose up and fought at every door and room and hall, to thrust out the murderers and save the house and household.  It was not legitimately a war between the common people of the North and South.  The war was set on by the ruling class, the aristocratic conspirators of the South.  They suborned the common people with lies, with sophistries, with cruel deceits and slanders, to fight for secret objects which they abhorred, and against interests as dear to them as their own lives, I charge the whole guilt of this war upon the ambitious, educated, plotting, political leaders of the South.  They have shed this ocean of blood.  They have desolated the South.  They have poured poverty through all her towns and cities.  They have bewildered the imagination of the people with phantasms, and led them to believe that they were fighting for their homes and liberty, whose homes were unthreatened, and whose liberty was in no jeopardy.  These arrogant instigators of civil war have renewed the plagues of Egypt, not that the oppressed might go free, but that the free might be oppressed.  A day will come when God will reveal judgment, and arraign at his bar these mighty miscreants; and then, every orphan that their bloody game has made, and every widow that sits sorrowing, and every maimed and wounded sufferer, and every bereaved heart in all the wide regions of this land, will rise up and come before the Lord to lay upon these chief culprits of modern history their awful witness.  And from a thousand battlefields shall rise up armies of airy witnesses, who, with the memory of their awful sufferings, shall confront the miscreants with shrieks of fierce accusation; and every pale and starved prisoner shall raise his skinny hand in judgment.  Blood shall call out for vengeance, and tears shall plead for justice, and grief shall silently beckon, and love, heart-smitten, shall wail for justice.  Good men and angels will cry out:  “How