text:  A voice heard of old on great national emergencies when it struck terror into the hearts of tyrants who quaked and quailed and quitted for aye our land before "the unconquered Caledonian spear"--nor since our union with noblest England ever slack to join with her's and fervid Erin's sons the thrice-repeated cry by which battle-fields are cleared; but happier far happier to hear in its low deep tone of peace