But to the man whose blood is nothing but sour swill; who prefers to stay like fattening swine until pronounced fit for the butcher's knife; to such, death comes with a most horrifying visage, and seizing the victim with cold and clammy hands hurries with his disgusting load to some far away dumping ground.
"How glad am I that I can glance over this audience and see written upon your faces utter disdain of death.
"In concluding let me say, I congratulate you that after years of suffering and disunion our faces are now _all_ turned toward the golden shores of liberty's lovely land.
"Some tell us that a sea is in our way, so deep that we cannot cross.
Let us answer back in joyful tones as our vessels push out from the shore, that our clotted blood, shed in the middle of the sea, will float to the other side, even if we do not reach there ourselves.
"Others tell us that towering, snow-capped mountains enclose the land.

To this we answer, if we die on the mountain-side, we shall be shrouded in sheets of whitest snow, and all generations of men yet to come upon the earth will have to gaze upward in order to see our whitened forms.
"Let us then, at all hazards, strike a blow for freedom.

If it calls for a Thermopylae, be free.

If it calls for a Valley Forge, be free.
If contending for our rights, given unto us by God, causes us to be slain, let us perish on the field of battle, singing as we pass out of the world, 'Sweet Freedom's song,' though every word of this soul-inspiring hymn must come forth wrapped in our hearts' warm blood.
"Gentlemen of the Imperium in Imperio, I await your pleasure.".