Ancestral voices prophesying war.

Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.

From hence, no question, has sprung an observation . . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some long experienced souls in the world, before their dislodging, arrive to the height of prophetic spirit.

I shall always consider the best guesser the best prophet. [Lat., Bene qui conjiciet, vatem hunc perhibebo optimum.]

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so."