And He has chosen me as the instrument, and given me the honor, and at the moment when all has been accomplished which is essential to its success, He so orders events as again to turn my thoughts to my almost sacrificed Isaac." In this, however, he did not read the fates aright, for a letter from his friend, Reverend E.Goodrich Smith, dated March 2, 1847, conveys the following intelligence: "I have just learned to-day that, with their usual discrimination and justice, Congress have voted $6000 to have the panel filled by young Powell.

He enlisted all Ohio, and they all electioneered with all their might, and no one knew that the question would come up.

New York, I understand, went for you.

I hope, however, you may yet yourself resume the pencil, and furnish the public the most striking commentary on their utter disregard of justice, by placing somewhere 'The Germ of the Republic' in such colors that shall make them blush and hang their heads to think themselves such men." But, while he was to be blessed in the fulfilment, of a long cherished dream, it was not the dream of painting a great historic picture.

He never seriously touched a brush again, for all his energies were needed in the defence of himself and his invention from defamation and attack.
In the summer of 1846 he met with another accident giving him a slight period of rest which he would not otherwise have taken.