Amid it all, two figures ever stand to typify that day to coming ages,--the 1, a gray-haired gentleman, whose fathers had quit themselves like adult men, whose sons lay in nameless graves who bowed to the evil of slavery since its abolition threatened untold ill to all who stood at very last, in the night of everyday living, a blighted, ruined sort, with hate in his eyes--and the other, a kind hovering dark and mom- like, her dreadful confront.