Hancock At Gettysburg

From a speech dellvered by ILm. Chas. S. May ut Michigan City, Indiana: Gentlemen, republicans, you like to talk about the past. Go back witli me seventeen years from t lic early July days of this peaceful Bummer. It s the ever to be reuiembered lmtllo Bummer of 1SO! - it is the climax and crisis of the war. Lee, with the piek and tlowerof the rebel army, flusbed with many victories, is on the soil of pennsyivania and joining battlc with eur tircd, wasted, but heroic army of the Potomic at Ueltjsburg. It is the third day of the terrible conflict, and the awful thundera of four hundred cannon have shaken for hours the solid hillsides, and blinded the July sun with their smoke. In that valley of death, bet ween these belcblDg f urnaces of lire, twenty thousand rebeis are massing to charge the Union Unes. A swartby, black-bearded chieftain directs tbem and rides at tlicir head. The very ground tremoles to that reverberating caOQOnade, the terrible missiles of war leap from iron tbroata and tollow those lightning Saabea in tbat awful heil of battle, and the Union litios, from Round Top to Cemetery HUI, are swept by the tempest, of shot and shell. Now straight on the Union left centre that black bearded rebel leads the twenty thousand. On, over the dying and the doad - on, throtigh the smoke and (lame he leads them - on and up the hillside to the very mouth of our eannon! Will he succeed? Will he break our lines'? God of mercy ! if he does our cause is lost! The Capital will fall, Lee's legions will be in Pbiladelpbia to morro w - they will exa:t tribute in Wall street the day af tei ! All Eurupe, and the world, will ackndwledge the southetu confederacyl It is a supreme moment, freighted with a great natiou's life. God of battles! will he succeed? But look there, to the Union lines, and see that magnificent ofliccr riding along their front? Ho W cool he is, bow spleodidliismienand huw majestic bis bearing! Is he a Ood of war, descended from the clouds for our delivcrance? Will he save us? O, Union men! O, anxious patriot hèarts in lar olT states and homes, what an liour and scène is this! Yes, he will save us! Ste! "Stcady boys - stand linn! There they come." And on they sweep like the mighty waves of the sea, like war'8 tempest and whirlwind! "Now, fiie!" - and from that bristling line of Union muskets pours the awful lia.il - a deafening roar and crash, and UghtniDg llame, aod blinding smoke, that filis the air and slmts out the sliuddering esrthl Wiiei: that curtaiu of smoke lift cd. the twenty thousand rebels, with the Bwartby chieftain at their heul, were gonc- swept from that minortal hillside like ehaff before the wind - and the hero who had saved the day lay wounded and bloeding on tbc field. "Iiidc to Gen. Meade," he faintly said, "and teil liim that the troops under my comniand have won a great victory, and the enemy in our frontis m full rctreal." That magnilieent hero who thus savcd the capital and tlie Union od that bloodrcd day was Hancock, "the superb' - the democratie candidato for president this vear - our candidato, our General. And the black-bearded swarthy rebel who led the well nigh fatal charge was Longstrect, republican Longslreet - your General - your Minister to Turkey.