The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 57, July, 1862 by Various
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We should be sorry to cast a doubt on the Peaceable Man's loyalty, but
he will allow us to say that we consider him premature in his kindly feelings towards traitors and sympathizers with treason. As the author himself says of John Brown, (and, so applied, we thought it an atrociously cold-blooded _dictum_,) "any common-sensible man would feel an intellectual satisfaction in seeing them hanged, were it only for their preposterous miscalculation of possibilities." There are some degrees of absurdity that put Reason herself into a rage, and affect us like an intolerable crime,--which this Rebellion is, into the bargain.] THE MINUTE-GUNS. I stood within the little cove, Full of the morning's life and hope, While heavily the eager waves Charged thundering up the rocky slope. The splendid breakers! how they rushed, All emerald green and flashing white, Tumultuous in the morning sun, With cheer, and sparkle, and delight! And freshly blew the fragrant wind, The wild sea-wind, across their tops, And caught the spray and flung it far, |
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