Standing by the statue of that young patriot whose life was so freely offered upon Freedom's altar, Oswald marveled at such unselfish infatuation as found voice in words:
"I regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."
Crossing to other side of Broadway, he narrowly escapes collision with an electric car. From the irritated conductor comes:
"Well, chump, you are just off of grass!"
This cheerful compliment is followed by another, more pointedly suggestive, from a wag who calls out:
"Indade yez a bloody jude from owld Loondin, but yez betther moind yer own way, or the polace will copper yez shoor!"
For a few moments the "modus vivendi" is much strained, but Oswald quickly recovers his self-control, and slowly strolls down street, pausing at St. Paul's Chapel.
Having read the chiseled memorial of that American officer who fell in attack upon Quebec, Oswald passes on, turning at Trinity Church into Wall Street.
When at the corner of Nassau, he stands for a few moments in front of the Sub-Treasury Building, looking up at the statue of America's first executive.
This heroic figure is fitting impersonation of successful revolt against oppressive exactions.