I believe that, with his help, you will do your duty. I shall not forget you, my boy. Good-bye.
Still raging is the cruel war,
Thousands are slain, from near and far
Comes news of battle, and the air
With grief is fraught, and heavy care.
Our President with sorrow's bowed,
While still his hope and faith speak loud:
Victory will come, the storm pass by,
Light will appear, for God is nigh.
Scene Five
Time,—1863, during the great Civil War.
Scene,—War office in Washington.
(Two telegraph operators sitting by their instruments, papers beside them.)
Officer (entering hurriedly),—Any news?
First Operator,—Yes. (Hands him a telegram).
Officer (reading),—Battle still raging around Gettysburg. Great loss of life on both sides. Confederates pressing on.
(Half to himself),—Please God that things take a turn in our favor. They have looked black enough for us lately.
