| "George Washington's Vision"In the National Tribune, 1880, an article 
                appeared giving an account of the "Vision of Washington" at Valley 
                Forge. The account was told by a gentleman named Anthony Sherman, 
                who supposedly was at Valley Forge during the winter of 1777-78. 
                The story has been published several times.
 
 
 
 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 strict orders not 
                to be disturbed, that it was some moments before I found language 
                to inquire 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 riveted gaze 
                of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I assayed 
                once more to address her, but my tongue had become useless, as 
                though it had become paralyzed.
 A new influence, mysterious, potent, 
                irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze 
                steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitor. Gradually the surrounding 
                atmosphere seemed as if it had become filled with sensations, 
                and luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious 
                visitor herself becoming more airy and yet more distinct 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 did not reason, I did 
                not move; all were alike impossible. 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 stranger scene. Before me lay spread out in 
                one vast plain all the countries of the world - Europe, Asia, 
                Africa and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and 
                America the billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America 
                lay the Pacific.
 "Son of the Republic," said the same 
                mysterious voice as before, "look and learn." At that moment I 
                beheld 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 its 
                murky folds. Sharp flashes of lightning 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 in 
                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 land from the Atlantic to the 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 specter approach our land. 
                It flitted slowly over every town and city of the latter. 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 brethren." 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. 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. Our country 
                was enveloped in this volume of cloud, and I saw these vast armies 
                devastate the whole county and burn the villages, towns and cities 
                that I beheld springing up. As my ears listened to the thundering 
                of the cannon, clashing of sword, 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 and fearful blast. "Instantly a light 
                as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, 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 immediately joined the inhabitants of America, 
                who I perceived were will nigh overcome, but who immediately taking 
                courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle.
 Again, amid 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: "While the stars remain, 
                and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the 
                Union last." 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 dissolve, 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, but in this greatest conflict the whole world united 
                shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic 
                learn to live for his God, his land and the Union." With these 
                words the vision vanished, and I started from my seat and felt 
                that I had seen a vision wherein had been shown to me the birth, 
                progress, and destiny of the United States.
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