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Show notes for October 9th, 2023-Monday’s with JasonQ

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of the Republic, like men sworn to battle against
wrong and tyranny, but there comes a time when
blank despair seizes upon the hearts of those who
struggle against overwhelming odds. That hour has
sounded for us. We believe our people, the great
and generous people of the North, will cry unto us
Well done, good and faithful servants. If we do
wrong, let them condemn us. We, every man of us,
Mr. Speaker, have but this moment sworn not to
stand within this Chamber and witness the passage
of this act. Therefore we go
^‘Not so, my countrymen,” cried a clear metallic
far-reaching voice that sounded through the Chamber
with an almost supernatural ring in it. In an instant,
every head was turned and a thousand voices burst
out with suppressed force
The President The President
In truth, it was he, standing at the bar of the House,
wearing the visage of death rather than of life. The
next instant the House and galleries burst into a
deafening clamor which rolled up and back in mighty
waves that shook the very walls. There was no still-
ing it. Again and again it burst forth, the mingl-
ing of ten thousand words, howling, rumbling and
groaning like the warring elements of nature. Sev-
eral times the President stretched forth his great
white hands appealing for silence, while the dew of
mingled dread and anguish beaded on his brow and
trickled down his cheeks in liquid supplication that
his people might either slay him or listen to him.
The tumult stilled its fury for a moment, and he
could be heard saying brokenly
‘‘My countrymen, oh, my countrymen
But the quick sharp sound of the gavel cut him
short.

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The President must withdraw/ said the Speaker,
calmly and coldly, his presence here is a menace to
our free deliberation.
Again the tumult set up its deafening roar, while
a look of almost horror overspread the countenance
of the Chief Magistrate.
Once more his great white hands went heavenward,
pleading for silence with such a mute majesty of sup-
plication, that silence fell upon the immense assem-
b)lage, and his lips moved not in vain.
“Gentlemen of the House of Representatives, I
stand here upon my just and lawful right as Presi-
dent of the Republic, to give you information of the
state of the Union. I have summoned the Honor-
able the Senate, to meet me in this Chamber.
I call upon you to calm your passions, and give ear
to me as your oath of office sets the sacred obliga-
tion upon you.
There was a tone of godlike authority in these few
words, almost divine enough to make the winds obey
and still the tempestuous sea. In deepest silence,
and with a certain show of rude and native grandeur
of bearing, the Senators made their entrance into the
Chamber, the members of the House rising, and the
Speaker advancing to meet the Vice-President.
f The spectacle was grand and moving. Tears
gathered in eyes long unused to them, and at an
almost imperceptible nod of the President s head,
the Chaplain raised his voice in prayer. He prayed
in accents that were so gentle and so persuasive, they
must have turned the hardest heart to blessed
thoughts of peace and love and fraternity and union.
And then again all eyes were fixed with intensest
strain upon the face of the President.
Gentlemen of the House of Representatives, this
measure upon which you are now deliberating

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With a sudden blow that startled every living soul
within its hearing, the Speaker’s gavel fell. The
President,” said he with a superb dignity that called
down from the galleries a burst of deafening applause,
^‘must not make reference to pending legislation.
The Constitution guarantees him the right from
time to time to give to the Congress information of
the Union.’ He must keep himself strictly within
the lines of this Constitutional limit, or withdraw
from the bar of the House.”
A deadly pallor overspread the face of the Chief
Magistrate till it seemed he must sink then and there
into that sleep which knows no awakening, but he
gasped, he leaned forward, he raised his hand again
imploringly, and as he did so, the bells of the city
began to toll the hour of midnight.
The New Year, the New Century was born, but
with the last stroke, a fearful and thunderous dis-
Charge as of a thousand monster pieces of artillery,
shook the Capitol to its very foundations, making the
stoutest hearts stand still, and blanching cheeks that
had never known the coward color. The dome of
the Capitol had been destroyed by dynamite.
In a few moments, when it was seen that the
•Chamber had suffered no harm, the leader of the
House moved the final passage of the Act. The
President was led away, and the Republican Senators
and Representatives passed slowly out of the dis-
figured Capitol, while the tellers prepared to take
the vote of the House. The bells were ringing a
glad welcome to the New Century, but a solemn toll-
ing would have been a fitter thing, for the Republic
of Washington was no more. It had died so peace-
fully, that the world could not believe the tidings of
its passing away. As the dawn broke cold and gray,

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and its first dim light fell upon that shattered dome^
glorious even in its ruins, a single human eye, filled
with a gleam of devilish joy, looked up at it long and
steadily, and then its owner was caught up and lost
in the surging mass of humanity that held the Capitol
girt round and round.





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