The broad Atlantic has been bridged by steam navigation. ... The sunbeam has become the pencil of the artist. ... Shall we never see the day when the few, who hold the destinies of mankind in their grasp, will use their glorious opportunities for benefiting the race ... It seems but an instant, and Huskisson, Canning, Liverpool, Durham, Sydenham, were here visibly before our eyes, in the glory of high office.
|Title||:||The American Eclectic|