What has come of these tremendous men of light and leading? These ridiculous wooden-minds, whose sole interest is the preservation of the status quo, what of them? What is to be done? What host of demons is to come, armed with bludgeons and pokers, to burn the eyes out of these plastic mannikins? What is to be done? Would the fall from such a height break them on the rocks of their charnel-isms, were there such men to-day to cast the hellish Mammonists into their own threshers, would that be so! would that such a brass trumpet blast from upon the high places DOOM of this soul-starved Nation of Dwindlings into the ears of its parasites! would that there be war-bound Achilles and rumbling Cromwells both to put an end to this Quackery! Such men would these Napoleons of the Nation be; setting the plains of Italy aflame in the selfsame impulse to run the Potomac red! If such men could be brought about in the twilight of the Country, could they arrest the National Down-Going? Would such men prevail? If! If! What mad-hope could drive us on? What hope? What is to be done?