Part 3- The Untimely Hour- Prelude

Authors Note: the song Allee sings is a parody to Henry Clay Work's song "Grandfather's Clock" and follows the same tune, however it is made in honor of our Great Trimumvirate who by book three is no longer on the scene. While Senators Dani Jack, Ryan McDonald, Emily Hausheer and the other characters are fictional. I must thank my friends for letting me borrow their names and pictures to use for the characters. The real life people I named my characters (the good guys) after pretty much share the character's personality. Hence why I named the characters in honor.



Story Begins;

The untimely hour has arrived my friends, I wish I could stop it.... yet we can not live forever.- Senators Hausheer, Jack and McDonald in a letter to the young leaders and their appointed secessors.



After serving for well over a half century, the Great Triumvirate eventually became part of history and passed on. They served for so long, Americans could not remember a time without them... they may have well been immortal.  With this action, the new members of congress were lost.  The triumvirate had a way of keeping their strong opinions and finding time for compromise, but the new generation was all or nothing.


Senator Allee Millsap summed this up as she sung about the death of "compromise";

My senator's views
Was too large for the House
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
they were taller by half
Than the senator herself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
they was bought on the morn
Of the day that she had won
they were always her treasure and pride;

But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
  fiftyyears without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
the life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.

In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while young;
And in childhood and manhood
The union seemed to know,
And share both his grief and his joy.
And it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door,
With a blooming Vice President;

Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
  the life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.

  The Triumvirate said
That of those they could hire,
Not a constituency so faithful he found;
For they wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week compromise.
And they kept in its place,
Not a frown upon their face,
And compromise never hung by its side.

But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.
fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
  compromise life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.


Sumter rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that the spirit
Was pluming his flight,
That untimely hour had come.
Still the compromise kept the time,
With a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.