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XV.

Shell the old city--shell! But, with each rooftree's knell, Vows deep of vengeance fell, Fire soul and eye! With every tear that falls Above our stricken walls Each heart more fiercely calls, "Avenge, or die!"

"The Enemy Shall Never Reach Your City."

Andrew Jackson's Address to the People of New Orleans.