[…] erre not that ſo ſhall end / The ſtrife of Glorie: which we mean to win, / Or turn this Heav’n itſelf into the Hell / Thou fableſt […]

If you believe your Sunday papers. the answer is supposed to be people pods in pneumatic tubes.

A balmy night! and tho' the stars be dim, / Yet let us think upon the vernal showers / That gladden the green earth, and we shall find / A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

The great test was on, whether such a nation could live, and Boston was athrob with love of country and eagerness to sacrifice.