The Spirit Of Peace

Edward III., King of England, once was startled on bis throne, and had li is relentless grasp weakened by the pub lislied words of a young French girl, a saint, an ideal and sublimo entliusinst, who cried forth, " I can never see the blood of Frenchmen flow without wccp ing" In hundreds of th'msancls of homes in the United States there is todaj' a 8weet, pure, and saintly prayer goDg forth that this wicked shedding of American blood may cease. Indeed froin every pure heart in the laud these words are feit if not ut.tered : " I can never see the blood of an American flow without weeping." Give this foeling time and it will save our country. Alrcady it has commenced to undermine the cruel arsenal of war. If the Presi dent's nature were a coat of mail agaiust all humane and virtuous impressions, ho would, even now, feel this vague pulsation, this budding patriotism, this deep and passionate hatred of the war, which will surely at last overthrow bis party, and drive him and all hia war supporters out of a land they havo soaked with the blood of their countrymen. Let these holy words be placed as a motto at tho head of newspapei -let them be painted uponjbanucrs - let them besuugin song- let them be spokeu in parlors, aud repeated everywhere at the corners of the streets'I can ncver see the blood of an American flow without weepiug " And these other words - " I can uevr see an Abolitionist without sayir.g there goes the cause of my country's ruin 1" Speab these words aloud, all ye true men and true women ! They shall be heard as the beatine of vour countrv's heart. -