And it was while men were in this mood that Houston said his last words: "I look in this glorious sunshine upon the bloody walls of the Alamo.

I remember Goliad.

I carry my memory back over the long struggle of thirty years.

Do you think the young, brave souls, fired with the love of liberty, who fell in this long conflict have forgotten it?
No! No! No! Wherever in God's Eternity they are this day, I believe they are permitted to know that Texas has become part of their country, and rests forever under the flag they loved.

The shouting thousands, the booming cannon, that greeted this flag were not all the sounds I heard! Far off, far off, yet louder than any noise of earth, I heard from the dead years, and the dead heroes of these years; the hurrahing of ghostly voices and the clapping of unseen hands!" "It was like Houston to call the dead to the triumph," said the doctor, as he stood with the Senora in her room.