seven o'clock
To-night is the last of Pennsylvania . I never wish to see another morning . '' -LSB- Illustration : THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ROYAL ARMS . -RSB- At seven o'clock in the long , fiery day the great bell rang . The bugle sounded again . People ran hither and thither . A rocket flared across the sky , and a great cry went up : `` Down with the arms ! ''