cases in which President Jackson has exercised the veto power have shown the soundness of these observations.  No ordinary President would have staked himself against the Bank of the United States and the two Houses of Congress in 1832.  It required President Jackson to confront that power—­to stem that torrent—­to stay the progress of that charter, and to refer it to the people for their decision.  His moral courage was equal to the crisis.  He arrested the charter until it could be got to the people, and they have arrested it forever.  Had he not done so, the charter would have become law, and its repeal almost impossible.  The people of the whole Union would now have been in the condition of the people of Pennsylvania, bestrode by the monster, in daily conflict with him, and maintaining a doubtful contest for supremacy between the government of a State and the directory of a moneyed corporation.

Sir, I think it right, in approaching the termination of this great question, to present this faint and rapid sketch of the brilliant, beneficent, and glorious administration of President Jackson.  It is not for me to attempt to do it justice; it is not for ordinary men to attempt its history.  His military life, resplendent with dazzling events, will demand the pen of a nervous writer; his civil administration, replete with scenes which have called into action so many and such various passions of the human heart, and which has given to native sagacity so many victories over practised politicians, will require the profound, luminous, and philosophical conceptions of a Livy, a Plutarch, or a Sallust.  This history is not to be written in our day.  The contemporaries of such events are not the hands to describe them.  Time must first do its office—­must silence the passions, remove the actors, develop consequences, and canonize all that is sacred to honor, patriotism, and glory.  In after ages the historic genius of our America shall produce the writers which the subject demands—­men far removed from the contests of this day, who will know how to estimate this great epoch, and how to acquire an immortality for their own names by painting, with a master’s hand, the immortal events of the patriot President’s life.

And now, sir, I finish the task which, three years ago, I imposed on myself.  Solitary and alone, and amidst the jeers and taunts of my opponents, I put this ball in motion.  The people have taken it up, and rolled it forward, and I am no longer anything but a unit in the vast mass which now propels it.  In the name of that mass I speak.  I demand the execution of the edict of the people; I demand the expurgation of that sentence which the voice of a few senators, and the power of their confederate, the Bank of the United States, has caused to be placed on the journal of the Senate; and which the voice of millions of freemen has ordered to be expunged from it.