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Individual interests are absorbed in this great National calamity. I know the fact, but cannot realize it. I look out upon the same beautiful landscape, the same blue sky, the same floating clouds—the face of nature is unchanged—nothing. Your letter indicates that the darkest page in our country's history is now being written in lines of blood. But I turn and one glance at the face of man reveals the terrible certainty of some dark impending issue. The 19th of April! So it was an army of evil against those who have dared to raise the hand of rebellion against the common country. For that day 1861 is as an oracle unanswerable by opening the 'Gates of Death' by the shedding of the blood of the sons of Mobs, as in the days of the Revolution 1775. And was this measure of Baltimore a necessary prelude to the melancholy dance which has already