"It's the place where we keep peace. It's the place where we oppose the foolish and suicidal policy of President Madison," was the curt answer.
"Who are you, misther?"
"I am Ebenezer Crane, sir, secretary of the Peace Party."
"Well, Misther Ebenezer Crane," and Terrence glanced at the secretary's long legs, as if he thought the name no misnomer, "will yez answer me a few questions?"
"Certainly," and Mr. Crane threw down his pen, wheeled his chair about and looked vastly important. "What have you to ask?"
"Why do you oppose the war?"
"Why should I favor it?"
"Don't the government promise protection to its citizens? Is not the blissed stars and stripes insulted by the British? Have not they set the murdherin' haythin to killin' innocent women and children on the frontier, and have they surrendered the posts as they should?"
Mr. Crane, with one wave of his hand, swept away every objection.
"That is all nothing!" he cried.