dChan
Anonymous ID: 73dc7d Aug. 7, 2024, 4:39 p.m. No.21369891   🗄️.is đź”—kun

"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 disfigured 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 tolling would have been a fitter thing, for the Republic of Washington was no more. It had died so peacefully, that the world could not believe the tidings of its passing away. As the dawn broke cold and gray, 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.

 

  • the last 2 paragraphs of "The Last President" by Ingersoll Lockwood

https://archive.org/details/1900orlastpresid00lock/page/n55/mode/2up