They aspired, they rejoiced at his bidding; and at the moment of their highest enthusiasm, he cried out: "Whatever State gave us birth, we have one native land and we have one flag!" Instantly from the grim, blood-stained walls of the fortress, the blessed Stars and Stripes flew out; and in a moment a thousand smaller flags, from every high place, gave it salutation.

Then the thunder of cannon was answered by the thunder of voices.

Cannon may thunder and make no impression; but the shout of humanity! It stirs and troubles the deepest heart-stream.

It is a cry that cannot be resisted.

It sets the gates of feeling wide open.