manly eye was seen to swim in tears. All along their march the side-walks were crowded by eager spectators, and the beauty as well as the "solid men" of this old metropolis turned out, in full force, to cheer and welcome them. Bouquets, oranges, bananas, etc., came flying fast from fair hands, which, those expert at the base ball, were not slow in catching and storing away. The only criticism on this showering of favors was, that the most soldierly-looking of the company received more than their due proportion.

The participants themselves have already given the public glowing accounts of this ever-to-be-remembered visit. From the first moment they touched the soil of Massachusetts, to the hour of their departure, the most cordial welcome, the most hearty greetings, the most generous hospitality, and the highest consideration awaited them; even to the "post of honor," on the day of the Bunker Hill pageant. How, then, could they feel like "strangers, in a strange land?” It was a home reception, and they were proud to feel at home. And, when they heard the patriotic, liberal sentiments of Gen. Bartlett and others of these Northern men, responded to by the ex-Confederate, Gen. Fitz Hugh Lee-who was cheered to the echo by enthusiastic crowds-is to be wondered at, that they should, for the time, forget all about State lines, and only remember their country, their whole country, and nothing but their country?

The tidings from Bunker Hill soon spread over the land, and produced a profound impression; and

the magnanimous, whole-souled sentiments there uttered found a response in every generous bosom. It was seen that even extremists could meet at the graves of their revolutionary sires; could there look one another in the eye, and find that they were brethren after all. And if Massachusetts and South Carolina could so easily and heartily coalesce, who would dare, thereafter, to preach the "Gospel of Hate?"

Alas, for our unhappy land! This "dawn," so auspiciously heralded in by the centennial era, is now suddenly overcast in gloom.

Party spirit, and, worst of all, sectional party spirit, seems now stronger than patriotism; and the call of the mere political party leader more potent than the voice of the Christian statesman.

Already, in the halls of Congress, have those leaders stirred up a war of words to check this tidal wave of good feeling and reconciliation, so opposed to their selfish party interests, and to open afresh the wounds, just beginning to heal.

From the beginning the "father of his country " warned his fellow-citizens, and their posterity, against causing party lines to coincide with geographical lines; and intelligent foreign writers have pointed to this deadly sectional hate, thus engendered, as the hidden rock on which our glorious institutions are yet to founder.

Will these reckless political leaders succeed in carrying out their selfish schemes ?

Is there common sense enough in the country to

see through the transparent purposes of these political brawlers?

Is there patriotism enough in the country to postpone mere party triumph to the glory of the Reunited States ?

As the once famous "Tom" Ritchie used to say, in days of yore,

"Nous verrons."

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JSTSCRIPT CHAPTER FIRST.

HAMPTON'S CAMPAIGN.

The foregoing chapter was intended as the last of this "little book," but the financial embarrassments and business stagnation with our selected publisher were such, that our MS. has been lying quietly by us for more than a year, with the hope of finding a new

one.

In the meantime, history has been progressing, and startling events have developed material enough for a much larger book, and one of a very different character. The centennial year has come and gone; the exciting, critical and astounding Presidential election has given a new and unique chapter to American politics; and the dark cloud, which has so long brooded over our State, has suddenly been rifted, and Wade Hampton is Governor of South Carolina!

These events, closely linked together as they have been, are on too magnificent a scale for mere human. agency; and South Carolina has had her "Thanksgiving Day" for this signal deliverance from more than Egyptian bondage.

But we must proceed in some order; necessarily condensing into a brief abstract, subjects which may yet call forth volumes.

The grand Centennial Exposition at Philadelphia was, in every sense, worthy of the occasion, and its success has surpassed the wildest dreams of its most

sanguine advocates. It has been national in its character, and its influence for good will tell on all our people for all time to come. Representatives from every part of our broad land were brought into familiar contact for weeks and months together, and ties were renewed between those great families of States which had been weakened by long estrangement, and which the great civil war had well nigh sundered. As nearly all the peoples of the earth were represented there, if not by personal representatives, yet by specimens of their skill, art and industries, the favorable occasion served greatly to enlarge our views; to throw down and uproot the prejudices of centuries, and to show that, for cultivated skill, and enterprising industry, "the field is the world."

The Presidential election, too, is much too grave a theme to be discussed in mere postscript chapters. Forty millions of people, distributed over thirty-eight different States, have as much interest in that wild contest, and its anomalous close, as the writer has, and he may well leave the discussion for abler pens, and wiser heads. His "Voice," were he to attempt it, would be like the war-cry of the disembodied Greeks, at the approach of Æneas.

This much may be allowed: The "counting in of President Hayes was the climax in a series of bold steps in political "progress," for which the party now in power has acquired a world-wide notoriety. Starting in 1860 as a strictly sectional party, it defied and brought on a strictly sectional war. Since then it has exercised a sectional domination, on which