Henry Clay.
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still send forth your battle-cry, 'EXceIsloT,'
and still press forward until it floats in tri-
umph from the topmost heights of Freedom?


And you Wings of the Unon from the
mighty hills Of New England, the pleasant
shores of the Deleware and Chesapeake,
the sunny ciimes of the South and fertile
valleys and boundIess prairies of the West,
we bid you to the field. Come in your
might and majesty! Come in the spirit be-
coming Americans! Come in the dignity
of Freemen.


We haze bided our Time. 1t is at hand.