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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Standing in the portico of the Stock Exchange on the 2otb of Septem ber and the 15th of October, 1873, those black and bitter days in the reckoning of Wall street, we saw the bolts fall out of the great darkness, saw the proudest and strongest smitten to the earth, saw the fabric Whith years had builded, melt away like an unsubstantial pageant, saw the long lines of mourners from the house of Vanderbilt and the house of Gould, saw the rueful faces and heard the doleful lamentations.
Standing in the portico of the Stock Exchange on the 2otb of Septem ber and the 15th of October, 1873, those black and bitter days in the reckoning of Wall street, we saw the bolts fall out of the great darkness, saw the proudest and strongest smitten to the earth, saw the fabric Whith years had builded, melt away like an unsubstantial pageant, saw the long lines of mourners from the house of Vanderbilt and the house of Gould, saw the rueful faces and heard the doleful lamentations.