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Post Letter to the Editor - Dec 01 1880
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Washington's Vision Of America

The last time I ( Wesley Bradshaw ) ever saw Anthony Sherman was on the 4th. of July, 1859, in Independence Square. He was then 99 years old, and becoming very feeble. But though so old, his dimming eyes rekindled as he gazed upon Independence Hall, which he came to visit once more.

"Let us go into the Hall," he said. " I want to tell you of an incident of Washington's life-one which no one alive knows of except myself; and if you live before long, see it verified."

"From the opening of the Revolution we experienced all phases of fortune, now good and now ill, one time victorious and another conquered. The darkest period we had, I think, was when Washington after several reverses, retreated to Valley Forge, where he resolved to pass the winter of 1777."

"Ah! I have often seen the tears coursing down our commander's care-worn cheeks, as he would be conversing with a confidential officer about the condition of his poor soldiers. You have doubtless heard the story of Washington's going into the thicket to pray. Well, it was not only true, but he used often pray in secret for aid and comfort from GOD, the interposition of whose Divine Providence brought us safely through the darkest days of tribulation."

"One day, I remember it well, the chilly winds whistled through the leafless trees, though the sky was cloudless and the sun shone brightly, he remained in his quarters nearly all afternoon alone. When he come out I noticed that his face was a shade paler than usual, and there seemed to be something on his mind of more than ordinary importance."

"Remembering just after dusk, he dispatched an orderly to the quarters of the officer I mentioned who was presently in attendance. After a preliminary conversation of about half an hour, Washington, gazing upon his companion with that strange look of dignity which he alone could command, said to the latter;"

"I do not know whether it is owing to the anxiety of my mind, or what, but this afternoon as I was sitting at this table engaged in preparing a dispatch, something seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite me a singularly beautiful female. So astonished was I, for I had given strick orders not to be disturbed that it was some moments before I found language to inquire into the cause of her presence."

"A second, a third, and even a fourth time did I repeat my question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of her eyes. By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen but the riviting gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I assayed once more to address her, but my tounge had become paralized. A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitant."

"Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed as though becoming filled with sensations, and luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarify - the mysterious visitor herself becoming more airy and yet more distant to my sight than before. I now began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensations which I have sometimes imagined accompany dissolution. I did not think, I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly at my companion."

"Presently I heard a voice saying, Son of the Republic, look and learn; while at the same time my visitor extended her arm eastwardly. I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon a strange scene. Before me lay spread out in one vast plain all the countries of the world - Europe, Asia, Africa, and America lay the Pacific."

George Washington praying for America

"Son of the Republic, said the same mysterious voice as before, look and learn, while at that moment I behaeld a dark shadowy being, like an angel, standing, or rather floating in mid-air, between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left hand he cast some on Europe."

"Immediately a cloud raised from these countries, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it remained stationary, and then moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in it's murky folds. Sharp flashed of lightening gleamed through it at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American people. A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean, and sprinkled it out as before. The dark cloud was then drawn back to the ocean, in whose heaving billows it sank from view."

"A third time I heard the mysterious voice saying, Son of the Republic, look and learn, I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and towns and cities springing up one after another until the whole of the land from the Atlantic to tha Pacific was dotted with them. Again, I heard the mysterious voice say, Son of the Republic, the end of the century cometh, look and learn."

"At this the dark shadowy angel turned his face southward, and from Africa I saw an ill - omened spectre approach our land. It flitted slowly over every town and city of the later. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other."

"As I continued looking I saw a bright angel, on whose brow rested a crown of light, on which was traced the word, UNION, bearing the American flag which he placed between the divided nation, and said, " Remember, ye are brethen."

"Instantly, the inhabitants, casting from them their weapons became friends once more. And united around the National Standard."

"And again I heard the mysterious voice saying, Son of the Republic, look and learn. At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; And taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa."

"Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene: from each of these countries arose thick, black clouds that were soon joined into one. And throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men, who, moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to America, which country was enveloped in the volume of cloud."

"And I dimly saw these vast armies devastate the whole country and burn the villages, towns and cities that I beheld springing up. As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannons, clashing of swords, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I heard again the mysterious voice saying, Son of the Republic, look and learn. When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long fearful blast."

"Instantly a light as of a thousand suns shone down from above, and pierced and broke into fragments, the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shone the word UNION, and who bore our National Flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the Heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These joined the inhabitants of America, who I percieved were well-nigh overcome, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle."

"Again, amidst the fearful noise of the conflict, I heard the mysterious voice saying, Son of the Republic, look and learn. As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious."

"Then once more I beheld the villages, towns and cities springing up where I had seen them before, while the bright angel, planting the azure standard he had brought in the midst of them, cried with a loud voice;


"And taking from his brow the crown on which blazoned the word UNION, he placed it upon the standard while the people, kneeling down, said AMEN."

"The scene instantly began to fade and desolve, and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I at first beheld. This also disappearing, I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious visitor, who, in the same voice I had heard before, said Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted."

"Three great perils will come upon The Republic, the most fearful is the third, ( The comment on his word 'third' is; The help against the THIRD peril comes in the shape of Divine assistance.), passing which the whole world united shall not prevail against her."


"With these words the vision vanished, and I started from my seat felt that I had seen a vision wherein had been shown to me the birth, progress, and destiny of the United States."

"Such, my friends, " concluded the venerable narrator, " were the words I heard from Washington's own lips, and America will do well to profit by them."

Originally published by Wesley Bradshaw,
Copied from a reprint in the National Tribune
Volume 4, Number 12, December, 1880

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