PN 4241 .L5 Copy 1 Speaker Series, Number 18. M. J. IV12RS & CO., Publishers, (James Sullivan, Proprietor), 379 PEARL STREET, NEW YORK. STANDARD RECITATIONS. CONTENTS OF No 20 iilM«d2cent 8 tampetakan.' The Idyl of Battle Hollow lirct Harte How Tommy Went' to iiel Tom Ochiltfc. The Martyrs of Sandomir. M. Capel ... fi - Peak. Eugene 'Field, 7 Alone. Hubert J. Kurd. tu.de Towards the Deity. Appleton ... I ©f the Crossing per * q Serjeant Jasper 'at' Fort Monltne. Louise Im Gtnney . . 10 The Reveille ^ >ning of the Magdaien'. ■ Pratt * n State's Evidence. Margaret Qdlsh 13 Mother's .Slipper The Cradle Rocked. ')i s K<'ller '14 The Old Class Room."!! 15 the Dakota Blizzard. The Thank-Yon Prayer 37 1 he True Pride of Ancestry webeter 00 Endurance The OM Man and Jim.' James Ubitcomb Riley.. . 30 Why Are We Here. C. G. Djiin Rural Occupations' Favorable to the Sentiments of Devo- tion. Buckminster. 31 1 he Moonshiner's Daughter. M. B gg T, ^ e ES&' 8 1>r »y rn 1736 — died 1799) was a natural born orator This now world renowned speech was dclircred in the Virginia Conven- ticn. March 23d, 1775. Resolutions bad been introduced 03- those who would temporzie with Great Britain in her aggressions, when Henry- then almost unknown — introduced others providing tlnit the Colony I e put in an immediate state of defense, and made this magnificent speech in support of his resolutions. V hen the speech was finished, Wirt tells us, "No murmur of applause was heard. The effect was too deep. After the trance of a moment, several numbers started fro» their seats. The cry to arms! seemed to quiver on every lip, and gl^w from every eye. They became impatient of speech. Their souU w?r» on fire for action." *>ucb is tho power of true oratory. TBJC DIME O&fttKttttlAL StfcAXEfc. 1ft Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the woild, to call for all this accumulation 'of navies and armies? 'bio, sir, sh€ hag none. They are meant for us: they can be meant foi bo other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon ua those chains, which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the 'a* en years. Have we any thing new to offer jpon the bxi\ ■ect? Nothing. We have held the subject up in ever} light of which it is capable; but it has been all in \ain Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication! What terms shall we find, which have not been already ex- hausted? Let us not, 1 beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have peti- tioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have im- plored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If w T e wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle, in which we have been so long engaged, %nd which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, un- 31 the glorious >bject of our contest shall be obtained — W4 mist fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal U *rms, and to the God of Hosts, is all that is left us. They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope "witi 60 formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger} Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be wheis we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be Stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by ir- resolution and inaction? Shall we acquire' the means oi effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our b^cks, and hug- giBf the delusive phantom of hope, until oui ejuemies stalj 16 THE DIME CENTENNIAL RPEAXEH. have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak, if w« make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hash placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of lib- erty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. Their b a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; anQ *ho will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. TU <-attle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, tL.e active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is new too late to re- tire from the contest. There is no retreat, but in submis- sion and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevita- ble — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come. It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale, that sweeps from the north, will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not /vhat course others may take; but as for me. give me liberty, or give me death! PATRIOTISM.— Fisher Ames. " The pandering manner, whose eye explores T>.e wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so beautiful and fair, Sot breathes the fragrance of b purer air ; In every clime, the magnet of h's soul, Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole."— Montooxxxt. Yhat is patriotism? Is it a narrow affection for the spoi wiwjre a man was born? Are the very clods where we tread entiiled to this ardent preference because they are greener? No. this is not the character of the virtue; it soar* higher TEB DIMS! CEKTONNIAL SPfiAlCEB. If lh>r its object. It is an extended self-love, mingling with all the enjoyments of life, and twisting itself with the minutest filaments of the heart. It is thus we obey the laws of society, because they* are the laws of virtue. In their authority we ice, not the array of force and terror, but the venerable im* age of our country's honor. Every good citizen makes that honor his own, and cherishes it not only as precious but h? sacred. He is willing to risk his life in its defense, and is col scious that he gains protection while he gives it. For what rights of a citizen will be deemed inviolable, when a State re- nounces the principles that constitute their security? Or, if his life should not be invaded, what would its enjoyments be in a country odious in the eyes of strangers, and dishonored in his own? Could he look with affection and veneration to 6uch a country as his parent? The sense of having one would die within him; he would blush for his patriotism, if he re- tained any, and justly, for it would be a vice. He would be ft banished man in his native land. THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS — W. C. Bryant Here halt we our march, and pitch our tent, On the rugged forest ground, And light our fire with the branches rent By the winds from the' beeches round. While storms have torn this ancient wood. But a wilder is at hand, "With hail of iron and rain of blood, To sweep and scathe the land. Hew the dark waste rings with voices shrill. That startle the sleeping bird! To-morrow eve must the voice be still, And the step must fall unheard. The Briton lies by the blue Champlain, In TicOnderoga's towers; And ere the sun rise twice again, The towers and the lake are oiyvt 18 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. Fill up the bo vd from the brook that glidei Where the tire-flies liffht the brake: A ruddier juice the Briton hides In his fortress by the lake. Build high the fire, till the panther leap From his lofty perch in fright; And we'll strengthen our weary arms with sleeps For the deeds of to-morrow night. THE ELOQUENCE OF JAMES OTIS * England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land, than where she treads the sequest- ered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnifi- cent mountains of Switzerland. Arbitrary principles, like those against which we now contend, have cost one king of En- gland his life — another his crown — and they may yet cost f third his most flourishing colonies. We are two millions — one-fifth fighting men. We are bold and vigorous, and we call no man master. To the nation from whom we are proud to derive our origin, we were ever, and we ever will be, ready to yield unforced assistance; but It must not, and it never can be extorted. Some have sneeringly asked, " Are the Americans too pool cO pay a few pounds on stamped paper?" No! America. thanks to God and herself, is rich. But the right to take ten pounds, implies the right to take a thousand; and what must ic Hie wealth, that avarice, aided by power, can not exLamtf True, the specter is now small; but the shadow he casts ba ,.ore him is huge enough to darken all this fair land Others, in sentimental style, talk of the immense debt of gratitude which we owe to England. And what is the amount of thi? debt? Why, truly, it is the same that the young Jion owes to the dam, which has brought it forth on the solitude o\ •This is recast by Mrs. Lydia Maria Child, ^bo, taking the sent! Bleats of the great patriot, puts them is his mouth as his tuppoae4 ■fNtfcj THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 19 the mountain, or left it amid the winds and storms of the desert We plunged into the wave, with the great charter of free- dorr in our teeth, because the fagot and torch were behind •16 Ws have waked this new world from its savage lethargy; fjre^ts have been prostrated in our path; towns and cities tave grown up suddenly as the flowers of tLe tropics, a no* He fires in our autumnal woods are scarcely more rapid that !he increase of our wealth and population. And do we owe all this to the kind succor of the mother country? No! we owe it to tl e tyranny that drove us from her — to the pelting storms which invigorated our helpless infancy. But perhaps others will say, " We ask no money from your gratitude — we only demand that you should pay your own expenses." And who, I pray, is to judge of their necessity? Why, the king — (and with all due reverence to his sacred majesty, he understands the real wants of his distant subjects as little as he does the language of the Choctaws.) Who is to judge concerning the frequency of these demands? The ministry. Who is to judge whether the money is properly expended? The cabinet behind the throne. In every in- stance those who take are to judge for those who pay. If this system is suffered to go into operation, we shall have reason to esteem it a great privilege that rain and dew do not depend upon parliament; otherwise they would soon be taxed and dried. But, thanks to God, there is freedom enough left upon earth to resist such monstrous injustice. The flame of liberty is extinguished in Greece and Rome, but the light of its glowing ambers is still bright and strong on the shores of America Actuated by its sacred influence, we will resist unto deatl But we will not countenance anarchy and misrule. Th Wrongs that a desperate community have heaped upon then enemies, shall be amply and speedily repaired. Still, it may be well for some proud men to remember, that a fire is lighted in these colonies, which one breath of their king may kindle into such fury, that the blood of all Es^f^d can not extinguish it W THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. prayers, and a heart like the nether millstone. We ha Ye thifl day restored the Sovereign to whom alone men ought to bf obedient. He reigns in heaven, and with propitious eye be holds His subjects assuming that freedom of thought and dig nity of self -direction which He bestowed upon them. From the rising to the setting sun, may His kingdom come! Political right and public happiness, my countrymen, arc Afferent words for the same idea. Those who wander ; nt aactaphysical labyrinths, or have recourse to original contr^U •e determine the rights of men, either impose on therneeW* or mean to delude others. Public utility is the only ce; ts V criterion. Ye darkeners of counsel, who would make th* proper*"*, lives, and religion, of millions depend on the evasive :u',erpre- tations of musty parchments — who would send «« to anti- quated charters of uncertain and contradictory meaning, to prove that the present generation are not bound to be victims to cruel and unforgiving despotism — tell us whether our pious and generous ancestors bequeathed to us the miserable privi- .ege of having the rewards of our honest industry, the fruits of those fields which they purchased and bled for, wrested from us at the will of men over whom we have no check? Did they contract for us, that, with folded arms, we should expect from brutal and inflamed invaders that justice and mercy which had been denied to our supplications at the foot of the throne? Were we to hear with indifference our charac- ter as a people ridiculed? Did they promise for us that our meekness and patience should be insulted, that our coasts should be harassed, our towns demolished and plundered, our wives and offspring exposed to destitution, hunger, and leath, without our feeling the resentment of men — withoi-» )ji exerting those powers of self-preservation which Go las given us? No ma* had once a greater veneration for Englishmen than I entertained. They were dear to me as branches of the same parental trunk, as partakers of the same religion and laws. I still view with respect the remains of the British constitution, even as I would a lifeless body which had once been animated by a great and heroic souL But when I am roused by toe die of anna, when X behold THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 23 of foreign assassins, paid by Englishmen to imbrue theft hands in our blood, when I tread over the uncoffined bones of my countrymen, neighbors and frieuds — when I see the locks of a venerable father torn by savage hands, and a feeble mother clasping her infants to her bosom, and on her knees imploring their lives from her own slaves whom Eng- lishmen have lured to treachery and murder — when I behold my country, once the seat of industry, peace and plenty, changed by Englishmen to a theater of blood and misery — • Heaven forgive me if I can not root out those passions which it has implanted in my bosom! Heaven forgive me if, with too resentful and impetuous a scorn, I detest submission to a people who have either ceased to be human, or have not virtue enough to feel their own servitude and abasement! FREEDOM THE ONLY HOPE.— The same. We are now on this continent, to the astonishment of the world, three millions of souls, united in one common cause. We have large armies, well disciplined and appointed, with commanders inferior to none in military skill, and superior to most in activity and zeal. We are furnished with arsenals and stores beyond our most sanguine expectations, and foreign nations are waiting to crown our success by their alliances. These are instances of an almost astonishing Providence in our favor. Our success has staggered our enemies, and almost given faith to infidels; so that we may truly say, it is not our own arm which has saved us. The hand of Heaven appears to have led us on to be per- haps humble instruments and means in the great providential dispensation which is completing. We have fled from the political Sodom. Let us not look back, lest we perish, and become a monument of infamy and derision to the world. For can we ever expect more unanimity, and a better prepa- ration for defense; more infatuation of counsel among our enemies, and more valor and zeal among ourselves? The same force and resistance which are sufficient to procure us our liberties will secure us a glorious independence — -will Support us iu the dignity oifree, imperial States / My countrymen, from the day on which an accommoda- THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. tion '*kes place between England and America, on any othet termr tha?i as Independent States, I shall date the ruin of this country. A politic minister will study* to lull us into se- curity by granting us the full extent of our petitions. The warm sunshine of influence would melt down the virtue wirch the violence of the storm rendered more firm and un- yielding. In a state of tranquillity, wealth, and luxury, oui lescendants would forget the arts of war, and the nobl ictivity and zeal which made their ancestors invincible When the spirit of liberty, which now animates our hearta *nd gives success to our arms, is extinct, our numbers will but accelerate our ruin, and render us the easier victims to tyranny. Ye abandoned minions of an infatuated ministry — if per- adventure any should remain among us! — remember that a Warren and Montgomery are numbered among the dead I Contemplate the mangled bodies of your countrymen, and then say what should be the reward of such sacrifices! Bid us and our posterity bow the knee, supplicate the friendship, and plow and sow and reap to glut the avariee, of the men who have let loose on us the dogs of war, to riot in our blood, and hunt us from the face of the earth! If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquillity of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom — go from us in peace — we ask not your counsels or your arms — crouch down and lick the hands which feed you! May your chains set light upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our coun- trymen ! THE DAY OF DISINTHRALLMENT.— Ihe same. This day we are called on to give a glorious example of wh&t the wisest and best of men were rejoiced to view only In speculation. This day presents the world with the most august spectacle that its annals ever unfolded: Millions of freemen deliberately and voluntarily forming themselves into a society for their common defense and common happiness! Immortal spirits of Hampden, Locke, and Sydney! Will it not add to your benevolent joys to behold your posterity rising to the dignity of men and evincing to the world tin THB MMfc CENTENNIAL 8PEAKEE. SS ftott^ and expediency of your systems, and in the actual en- joyment of that equal liberty which you were happy when On earth in delineating and recommending to mankind. Other nations have received their laws from conquerors — some are indebted for a constitution io the sufferings of their ancestors through revolving centuries: the people of this country alone have formally and deliberately chosen a government for themselves, and with open and uninfluenced consent bound themselves into a social compact. Here na man proclaims his birth or wealth as a title to honorable distinction, or to sanctify ignorance and vice with the name of hereditary authority. He who has most zeal and ability to promote the public felicity, let him be the servant of the public! And, brethren and fellow-countrymen, if it was eve? granted to mortals to trace the designs of Providence, and inter- pret its manifestations in favor of their cause, we may, with humility of soul, cry out, Not unto us, not unto us, but to thy name be the praise! The confusion of the devices of our eaemies, and the rage of the elements against them, have done almost as much toward our success as either our coun- sels or our arms. The time at which this attempt on our liberties was made — when we were ripened into maturity, had acquired a knowledge of war, and were free from the incursions of in- testine enemies — the gradual advances of our oppressors, enabling us to prepare for our defense — the unusual fer- tility of our lands, the clemency of the seasons, the success which at first attended our feeble arms, producing unanimity imong our friends, and reducing our internal foes to ac« quiescence — these are all strong and palpable marks and as- iu ranees that Providence is yet gracious unto Zion, that i$ will turn away the captivity of Jacob! Driven from every other corner of the earth, freedom of thought and the right of private judgment in matters of con ecience direct their course to this happy country as their last asylum. Let us cherish the noble guests! Let us shel- ter them under the wings of universal toleration ! Be thia Ihe seat of unbounded religious freedom! She will bring with her, in her trnin, fndnctrv. Wi *dom, and Commerce, THE DIME CENTESTNIAL SPEAKEB, Thus, by the beneficence of Providence, shall we behoM ^i empire arising, founded on justice and the voluntary consent of the people, and giving full scope to the exercise of those faculties and rights which most ennoble our species. NO ALTERNATIVE BUT LIBERTY.— Tlie same. If there is any man so base or so weak as to prefei a de pendence on Great Britain to the dignity and happiness oi living a member of a free and independent nation, let me tell him that necessity now demands what the generous principlei of patriotism should have dictated. We have now no other alternative than independence ot the most galling servitude. The legions of our enemies thicken on our plains. Desolation and death mark their bloody career; whilst the mangled corses of our countrymen seem to cry out, as a voice from Heaven — " Will you permit our posterity to groan under the chains of the murderer? Has our blood been expended in vain?" Countrymen! the men who now invite you to surrender your rights into their hands are the men who let loose the merciless savages to riot in the blood of their brethren; who conveyed into your cities a merciless soldiery, to compel you to submission by insult and murder; who taught treachery to your slaves, and courted them to assassinate your wives and children; who called your patience cowardice, your piety hypocrisy ! These are the men to whom we are exhorted to sacrifice the blessings which Providence holds out to us — the happiness, the dignity, of uncontrolled freedom and in dependence. Let not your generous indignation be directed against s»uj mong us who may advise so absurd and maddening a nieas tire. Their number is few and daily decreasing; and the spirit which can render them patient of slavery will render them contemptible enemies.. Our union is now complete; our constitution composed, established, and approved. You have in the field armies sufficient to repel the whole force of your enemies, and their base and mercenary auxiliaries. The hearts of your soldiers beat high with the spirit of free- dom. They ere animated with th* justice of their cauae; TEE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. £) ind, whilt iiey grasp their swords, they can look up to Heaven foi .assistance. Youi adv irsaries are composed of wretches who laugh at the rights ol humanity, who turn religion into derision, and who would, for higher wages, direct their swords against their leaders >r against their country. Go on, then, in youi feoerous ente. prise, with gratitude to Heaven for past suo *wss, and con.idence of it in the future! For my own part I ask no greater blessing than to share with you the common fianger and the common glory. If I have a wish dearer to my soul than that my ashes may be mingled with those of a Warren and Montgomery, it is — That these Americas States mat never cease to be free and independent! CARMEN BELLICOSUM.— Anon. In their ragged regimentals, Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, When the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon shot. When the piles Of the isles, From the smoky nig tit encampment, bore the banner of the rampant Unicorn, Asd grummer, grumjier, grummer rolled the ro\L ef tfat drummer Through the morn. Then with eyes to the front al, And with guns horizontal, Stood our sires. And the balls whistled deadly, And in streams flashing redly, Blazed the fires; As the roar Ob the skem a TH3B DIME CENTKNIHAL SPBAEfflS. tfwept the strong ba' ^e breakers o'er the green sodden acrei Of the plain. And loudei, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder, Cracking amain I Now like smiths at their forgee Worked the red St. George's ; Cannoniers. And the "villainous saltpeter n , Rung a fierce discordant meter Round their ears. As the swift Storm-drift With hot sweeping anger, came the Herse-G-za/ia clengoi On our flanks. Then higher, higher, higher blazed the old-fashioned fire, Through our ranks. Then the old fashioned colonel Galloped through the white infernal Powder cloud, And his broadsword was swinging And his brazen throat was ringing Trumpet loud. Then the blue Bullets flew, And the trooper- jackets redden at the touch of the leaden Rifle breath. Rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder Hurling death. "Waken, voice of the Land's Devotion! Spirit of freedom, awaken all! Ring, ye shores, to the Song of Ocean, Rivers, answer, and mountains, c&U! The Golden day has come; Let every tongue be dumb ; That sounded its malice, or murmured \U fears She halh won her story; She wears her glory; We crown her the Land of a Hundred Years. —Tagbr. THE DIME CENTENNIAL WEAKER. THE &*ORD OF BUNKER HILL.— Wm. Bou WaUae* He lay upon his dying bed, His eyes were growing dim, When with a feeble voice he called His weeping son to him: " Weep not, my boy," the 7et'ran said, " 1 bow to heaven's high will, But quickly from yon antlers bring The sword of Bunker Hill." The sword was brought, the soldier's ey» Lit with a sudden flame, And as he grasped the ancient blade, He murmured Warren's name; Then said, " My boy, I leave you gold, But what is better still, I leave you — mark me, mark me now — The sword of Bunker Hill. 41 Twas on that dread, immortal day, I dared the Briton's band; A captain raised his blade on me, I tore it from his hand: And while the glorious battle raged, It lightened freedom's will — For, boy, the God of freedom blessed The sword of Banker Hill. ** Oh, keep the sword!" — his accent broke— A smile and he was dead; But his wrinkled hand still grasped the bi&dSj Upon that dying bed. The son remains; the sword remains; Its glory growing still — And ^ifty Mri/r.TONs bl ess the sire, And sword of Bunker Tliil. *HK DIME OttiTENNiAL 62K.A&I&L. THE FOURTH OF JULY. —John PurpouL Day of glory! welcome day! Freedom's banners greet thy ray; See! how cheerfully they play With thy morning breeze, On the rocks where pilgrims kneeled, On the hights where squadrons wheeled When a tyrant's thunder peaied O'er the trembling seas. Ood of armies! did thy " stars In their courses " smite his cars, Blast his arm, and wrest his ban From the heaving tide? On our standard, lo! they burn, And, when days like this return, Sparkle o'er the soldiers' urn Who for freedom died. God of peace! whose spirit fill* All the echoes of our hills, All the murmurs of our rills, Now the storm is o'er; Oh, let freemen be our sons; And let future Washtngtons Rise, to lead their valiant ones, Till there's war no more. By the patriot's hallowed rest, By the warrior's gory breast — Never let our graves be pressed By a despot's throne; By the Pilgrims' toils and carea, By their battles and their prayea By their ashes — let our heira Bow to thee alone. DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKEB. BARREN'S ADDRESS.— PterpotU. Stand! the ground's your own, my br&^a^ Will ye give it up to slaves? Will ye look for greener graves? Hope ye mercy still? What's the mercy despots feel? Hear it in that battle peal! Read it on yon bristling steel! Ask it — ye who will. Fear ye foes who kill for hire? Will ye to your homes retire? Look behind you! they're a- fire! And before you, see Who have done it! From the vale On they come! — and will ye quail f- Leaden rain and iron hail Let their welcome be! In the God of battles trust! Die we may — and die we must; But, oh, where can dust to dust Be consigned so well, As where heaven its dews shall shed. On the martyred patriot's bed, And the rocks shall raise their htmA. Of his deeds to tell! 8S TSIt DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKEB. A CALL TO LIBERTY.— Warren. Hone but they who set a just value upon the blessings ol liberty, are worthy to enjoy her. Your illustrious fatherf were her zealous votaries — when the blasting frowns of ty« ranny drove her from public view, they clasped her in theii arms; they cherished her in their generous bosoms; they brought her safe over the rough ocean, and fixed her seat « iis then dreary wilderness; they nursed her infant age w th ,he most tender care; for her sake, they patiently bore the severest hardships; for her support, they underwent theni->st rugged toils; in her defense, they boldly encountered the most alarming dangers. Neither the ravenous beasts that ranged the woods for prty, nor the more furious savages of the wilderness, could damp their ardor! Whilst with one hand they broke the stubborn globe, with the other they grasped their weapons, ever re* ty to protect her from danger. No sacrifice, not even thei (hq blood, was esteemed too rich a libation for her altar! Qju prospered their valor; they preserved her brilliancy unsuJiud; th >y enjoyed her whilst they lived, and dying, bequeathed the dear inheritance to your care. And as they left you this glorious legacy, they have undoubtedly transmitted to you some portion of their noble spirit, to inspire you with virtue to merit her, and courage to preserve her. You surely can not, with such examples before your eyes as every page of the history of this country affords, suffer your liberties to be ravished from you by lawless force, or cajoled away by flat- tery and fraud. The voice of your fathers' *blood calls to you from the ground, My sons, scorn to be slaves! In vain we met the frowns of tyrants — in vain we crossed the boisterous ocean, found a new world, and prepared it for the happy residence of liberty — in vain we toiled — in vain we fought — we bled in vain, if you, our offspring, want valor to repel the assaults of her invaders! Stain not the glory of your worthy ances- tors, but, like them, resolve never to part with your birth- right; be wise in your deliberations, and determined in yom exertions, for the preservation of your liberties. DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. GOOD FAITH.— Fislicr Ames. I sec no exception to the respect, that is paid among na* tions, to the law of good faith. If there are cases in this enlightened period/ when it is violated, there are none when it : s decried. It is the philosophy of politics, the religion of governments. It is observed by barbarians — a whiff of obacco smoke, or a string of beads, gives not merely bind- lig force, but sanctity 10 treaties. Even in Algiers, a truce siay be bought for money, but when ratified, even Algiers is too wise, or too just, to disown and annul its obligation. Thus, we see, neither the ignorance of savages, nor the prin- ciples of an association f( r piracy and rapine, permit a na- tion to despite its engagements. If. sir, lucre conld be a resurrection from the foot of the gallows, if the victims of justice could live again, collect together and form a society, 1hey would, however loath, soon find themselves obliged to make justice, that justice under which they fell, the funda- mental law of their siale. They would perceive it was their interest to make others respect, and they would therefore t-oon pay some respect themselves, to the obligations of good faith. It is painful, I hope it is superfluous, to make even the supposition, that America should furnish the occasion of this opprobrium. No, let me not even imagine that a re- publican government sprung, as our own is, from a people enlightened and uncorrupted, a government whose origin h> riirht, and whose daily discipline is duty, can, upon solemn debate, make its option to be faithless — can dare to act whui despot Jure i.ot avow , what our < wn escr.rple evinces, \ie states of Barbary are unsuspected of. No, let me rather lake the supposition, that Great Britain refuses to execute ne treaty, after w T e have done every thing to carry it into effect. Is there any language of reproach, pungent enoi'gb to express your commentary on the fact? What would you say, or rather what would you not say? Would you not tell them, wherever an Englishman might travel, shame would stick to him — he would disown his country. You would exclaim, England, proud of your wealth, and arrogant in the possession of power — blush for these distinctions? M THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. Which become the vehicles of your dishonor. Such a n» lion might truly say to corruption, thou art my father, and to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister. We ihould say of such a race of men their name is a heavi©* burden then their debt. REVOLUTIONARY SOLDIERS.— David Humphrey: Oh, what avails to trace the fate of war Through fields of blood, and paint each glorious scarl Why should the strain your former woes recall, The tears that wept a friend's or brother's fall. When by your side, first in the adventurous strifs, He dauntless rushed, too prodigal of life! Enough of merit has each honored name, To shine untarnished on the rolls of fame, To stand the example of each distant age, And add new luster to the historic page; For soon their deeds illustrious shall be showk In breathing bronze or animated stone, Or where the canvas, starting into life, Revives the glories of the crimson strife. And soon some bard shall tempt the untried themet Sing how we dared, in fortune's worst extremes; What cruel wrongs the indignant patriot bore; What various ills your feeling bosoms tore, What boding terrors gloomed the threatening hour, When British legions, armed with death-like pow^ Bade desolation mark their crimsoned way, And lured the savage to his destined prey. THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKEK. 35 they have prevailed over all opposition. No instance has heretofore occurred, nor can any instance be expected here- after to occur, in which the unadulterated forms of republi- can government, can pretend to so fair an opportunity for justifying themselves by their fruits. In this view, the citizens of the United States are respon- sible for the greatest trust ever confided to a political society. If justice, good faith, honor, gratitude, and all the other qualities which ennoble the character of a nation, and fulfill the ends of government, be the fruits of our establishments, the cause of Liberty will acquire a dignity and luster which it has never yet enjoyed; and an example will be set which cannot but have the most favorable influence on the rights of mankind. If, on the other hand, our government should be unfortu- nately blotted with the reverse of these cardinal and essential virtues, the great cause which we have engaged to vindicate, will be dishonored and betrayed; and the last and fairest ex- periment in favor of the rights of human nature, will be turned against them; and their patrons and friends exposed to be insulted and silenced by the votaries of tyranny and usurpation. BRITISH BARBARITY. — Wm. Livingston. After deploring with you the desolation spread through this State, by an unrelenting enemy, who have, indeed, mark- ed their progress with a devastation unknown to civilized nations, and evincive of the most implacable vengeance, I heartily congratulate you upon that subsequent series of success, wherewith it hath pleased the Almighty to crc vn the American arms; and particularly, on the important en< terprise against the enemy at Trenton, and the signal victory obtained over them at Princeton, by the gallant troops undel the command of his excellency, General Washington. Considering the contemptible figure they make at pies- ent, and the disgust they have given to many of their own confederates amongst us by their more than Gothic ravages (for thus doth the great Disposer of events often deduce good TUB DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. out of evil,) their irruption into our dominion will probabij redound to the public benefit. It has certainly enabled us the more effectually to distinguish our friends from our enemies. It has winnowed the chaff from the grain. It fcas discriminated the temporizing politician, who, at the first appearance of danger, was determined to secure his idol, property, at the hazard of the general weal, from the perse vering patriot, who, having embarked his all in the commo cause, chooses rather to risk, rather to lose that all, for th preservation of the more estimable Treasure, liberty, than to possess it, (enjoy it he certainly could not,) upon the igno- minious terms of tamely resigning his country and posterity to perpetual servitude. It has, in a word, opened the eyes of those who were made to believe, that their impious merit, in abetting our persecutors, would exempt them from being involved in the genera) calamity. But, as the rapacity of the enemy was boundless, thcii havoc was indiscriminate, and their barbarity unparalleled. They have plundered friends and foes. Effects, capable of division, they have divided. Such as were not, they have destroyed. They have warred upon decrepit age; warred upon defenseless youth. They have committed' hostilities against the professors of literature, and the ministers of re- ligion; against public records, and private monuments, and books of improvement, and papers of curiosity, and against the arts and sciences. They have butchered the wounded, asking for quarter; mangled the dying, weltering in iheir blood; refused to the dead the rites of sepulture; suffered prisoners to perish for want of sustenance; violated the chastity of women; disfigured private dwellings of taste and elegance; and, in the rage of impiety and barbarism, profane led prostrated edifices dedicated to Almighty God. And yet there are those amongst us, who, either from ambition or lucrative motives, or intimidated by the terror of their amis, or from a partial fondness cf the British con stitution, or deluded by insidious propositions, are secretly abetting, or openly aiding their machinations to deprive us of that liberty, without which man is a beast, and govenr* sent a curse. THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. Wl HOW FREEDOM IS WON.— Edward Everett. In the efforts cf the people — of the people struggling for their rights — moving, not in organized, disciplined masses, but in their spontaneous action, man for man, and heart for heart — there is something glorious. They can then move forward without orders, act together without combination, and brave the flaming lines of battle without intrenchment,3 to cover or walls to shield them. No dissolute camp ha worn off from the feelings of the youthful soldier the fresh- ness of that home, where his mother and his sisters sit wait- ing, with tearful eyes and aching hearts, to hear good news from the wars; no long service in the ranks of a conqueror has turned the veteran's heart into marble. Their valor springs not from recklessness, from habit, from indifference to the preservation of a life knit by no pledges to the life of others; but in the strength and spirit of the cause alone, they act, they contend, they bleed. In this they conquer. The people always conquer. They always must conquer. Armies may be defeated, kings may be overthrown, and new dynasties imposed, by foreign arms, on an ignorant and slav- ish race, that care not in what language the covenant of their subjections runs, nor in whose name the deed of their barter and sale is made out. But the people never invade; and, when they rise against the invader, are never subdued. If they are driven from the plains, they fly to the mountains. Steep rocks and everlasting hills are their castles; the tangled, pathless thicket their palisado; and nature, God, is their ally! Now He overwhelms the hosts of tneir enemies beneath hia drifting mountains of sand; now He buries them beneath a failing atmosphere of polar snows; He lets loose His tempest on their fleets; He puts a folly into their counsels, a madnes into the hearts of their leaders; He never gave, and neve will give, a final triumph over a virtuous and gallant people, solved to be free. il For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed from bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won." K THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. ADAMS A1STD LIBERTY. Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought For those rights, which unstained from your sires had de scended, May you long taste the blessings your valor has bought, And your sons reap the soil which their fathers defended Mid the reign of mild Peace May your nation increase, With the glory of Rome, and the wisdom tf Greece; And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia t e SLaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves In a clime whose rich vales feed the marts of the world, W r hose shores are unshaken by Europe's commotion, The trident of commerce should never be hurled, To incense the legitimate powers of the ocean. But should pirates invade, Though in thunder arrayed, Let your caunon declare the free charter of trade. For ne'er shall the sons, etc. The fame of our arms, of our laws the mild sway, Had justly ennobled our nation in story, 'Till the dark clouds of faction obscured our young day, And enveloped the sun of American glory. But let traitors be told, Who their country have sold, And bartered their God for his image in gold, That ne'er will the sons, etc. While France her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood, And society's base threats with wide dissolution, May Peace, like the dove who returned from' the flood, Find an ark of abode in our mild constitution * But though peace is our aim, Yet the boon we disclaim, If bought by our sovereignty, justice, or fame. For ne'er shall the sons, etc. Tis the fire of the flint each American warms: Let Rome's haughty victors beware of collision; Let them bring all the vassals of Europe in arms; We're a world fcr oursel ain a division. THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. St While, with patriot pride, To our laws we're allied, JSTo foe can subdue us, no faction divide. For ne'er shall the sons, etc. Out mountains are crowned with imperial oak, Whose 'oots, like our liberties, ages have nourished; Sat xong e'ei our nation submits to the yoke, Not a tree shall be left on the field where it flourished Should invasion impend, Every grove would descend From the hilltops they shaded our shores to defend. For ne'er shall the sons, etc. Let our patriots destroy Anarch's pestilent worm, Lest our liberty's growth should be checked by corrosion; Then let clouds thicken round us; we heed not the storm; Our realm fears no shock, but the earth's own explosion Foes assail us in vain, Though their fleets bridge the main, For our altars and laws with our lives we'll maintain. For ne'er shall the sons, etc. Should the tempest of war overshadow our land, Its bolts could ne'er rend Freedom's temple asunder; For, unmoved, at its portal would Washington stand, And repulse, with his breast, the assaults of the thunder! His sword from the sleep Of its scabbard would leap, &nd conduct with its point every flash to the deep! For ne'er shall the sons, etc. £*, Fame to the world sound America's voice; No intrigues can her sons from their government sever ; Her pride is her Adams; her laws are his choice, And shall flourish till Liberty slumbers forever. Then unite heart and hand, Like Leonldas' band, Aiid swear to the God of the ocean and land, That ne'er shall the sons, etc. 10 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SFEAEER. OUR DUTIES.— Daniel Webster. This lovely land, this glorious liberty, these benign in ■titutions, the dear purchase of our fathers, are ours; ours to enjoy, ours to preserve, ours to transmit. Geneiationi past, and generations to come, hold us responsible foi this Bacred trust. Our fathers, from behind, admonish us, *w*tv their anxious paternal voices; posterity calls out to us, (ixM the bosom of the future; the world turns hither its solicit cut eyes — all, all conjure us to act wisely, and faithfully, in thu relation which we sustain. We can never, indeed, pay the debt which is upon us; but by virtue, by morality, by re- ligion, by the cultivation of every good principle and every good habit, we may hope to enjoy the blessing, through our day, and to leave it unimpaired to our children. Let us feel deeply how much, of what we are and what we possess, we owe to this liberty, and these institutions of government. Nature has, indeed, given us a soil which yields boun teously to the hands of industry; the mighty and fruitful ocean is before us, and the skies over our heads shed health and vigor. But what are lands, and seas, and skies, to civilized man, without society, without knowledge, without morals, without religious culture? and how can these be enjoyed, in all their extent, and all their excellence, but under the protection of wise institutions and a free govern- ment? Fellow-citizens, there is not one of us, there is not one e* us here present, who does not, at this moment, and at gvery moment, experience in his own condition, and in the condition of those most near and dear to him, the infiuer.ee ■ ;d the benefits of this liberty, and these institutions. Let : ihen acknowledge the blessing; let us feel it deeply and jw r erfully; let us cherish a strong affection for it, and re solve to maintain and perpetuate it. The blood Df our fathers, let it not have been shed in vain ; the great hope of posterity, let it not be blasted. The striking attitude, too, in which we stand to the world around us — a topic to which, I fear, I advert too often, and dwell on too long — cannot be altogether omitted here, Neither individuals nor nations can perform theii THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, 41 part well, until they understand and feel its importance, and comprehend and justly appreciate all the duties belonging to it. It is not to inflate national vanity, nor to swell a light and empty feeling of self -importance; but it is that we may judge justly of our situation, and of our own duties, that I earnestly urge this consideration of our position, and our eharacter among the nations of the earth. It cannot be denied, but by those who would dispute gainst the sun, that with America, and in America, a new era commences in human affairs. This era is distinguished by free representative governments, by entire religious liberty, by improved systems of national intercourse, by a newly awakened and an unconquerable spirit of free inquiry, and by a diffusion of knowledge through the community, such as has been before altogether unknown and unheard of. America, America, our country, our own dear and native land, is inseparably connected, fast bound up, in fortune and by fate, with these great interests. If they fall, we fall with tbem; if they stand, it will be because we have up- held them. Let us contemplate, then, this connection which binds the prosperity of others to our own; and let us manfully discharge all the duties which it imposes. If we cherish the virtues and the principles of our fathers, Heaven will assist us to carry on the work of human liberty and human happiness. Auspicious omens cheer us. Great examples are before us. Our own firmament now shines brightly upon our path. Washington is in the clear upper sky. Ihosi; other stars have now joined the American constella- tion; taey circle round their center, and the heavens beam Hith new light. Beneath this illumination, let us walk the course of life, and at its close devoutly commend oui be- oved country, the common parent of us all, to the Divisst Benignity. 42 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. OUR DESTINY.— H. W. Billiard. One of England's own writers has said: "The possible destiny of the United States of America, as a nation of one hundred millions of freemen, stretching from the Atlantic to the Pacific, living under the laws of Alfred, and speaking the language of Shakspeare and Milton, is an august concep- tion." Sir, it is an august conception, finely embodied; and I trust in God that it will, at no distant time, become a r©» fclity. I trust that the world will see, through all time, ou people living not only under the laws of Alfred, but that they will be heard to speak, throughout our wide-spread borders, the language of Shakspcare and Milton. Above all, is it my prayer that, as long as our posterity shaii continue to inhabit these mountains and plains, and hills and valleys, they may be found living under the sacred institutions of Christianity. Put these things together, and what a picture do they pre- sent to the mental eye! Civilization and intelligence started in the East; they have traveled, and are still traveling, west- ward; but when they shall have completed the circuit of the earth, and reached the extremest verge of the Pacific shores, then, unlike the fabled god of the ancients, who dipped his glowing axle in the western wave, they will take up their per- manent abode; then shall we enjoy the sublime destiny of returning these blessings to their ancient seat; then will it be r»urs to give the priceless benefits of our free institutions, and the pure and healthful light of the Gospel, back to the dark family which has so long lost both truth and freedom; then may Christianity plant herself there, and while with one hand she points to the Polynesian isles, rejoicing in the late-rec^v- f»red treasure of revealed truth, with the other present tfy Bible to the Chinese. It i,i our duty to aid in this great work. I trust we shah esteem it as much our honor as our duty. Let us not, like some of the British missionaries, give them the Bible in one hand and opium in the other, but bless them only with the pure word of truth. I hope the day is not distant — soon, soon may its dawn arise — to shed upon the furthest and the *** ^>st benighted 3f nations the splendor of more than a tropi- l SU*3 i 1 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. THE AMERICAN FLAG.— Joseph Rodman I>rdk* When Freedom, from her mountain hight, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dies The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white, With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land. Majestic monarch of the cloud, Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest trumpings loud And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And i oils the thunder-drum of Heaves—* Child of the Sun! to thee 'tis given To guard the banner of the free; To hover in the sulphur smoke, To ward away the battle-stroke; And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers of victory! Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, The sign of hope and triumph high. When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on — Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, Has dimmed the glistening bayonet — Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn; And, of his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glanea. And, when the cannon mouthings loud Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud, 44 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. And gory sabers rise and fall Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall, Then shall thy meteor glances glow, And cowering foes shall fail beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death. Flag of the seas! on ocean's wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave. When Death, careering on the gale, Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back, Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to Heaven and thee; And smile to see thy splendors fly, In triumph, o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and hornet By angel hands to Valor given! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in Heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before ua, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? THE TRUE UNION.*— Edmund Randolph. J have labored for the continuance of the Union- — the f oca* * our salvation. I believe that as sure as there is a Go * heaven, our safety, our political happiness, and existence, depend on the " Union of the States;" and that, without this union, the people c? this and other States, will undergo the unspeakable calamities, which discord, faction, turbu- lence, war, and bloodshed, have produced in other countries. ♦After the framing of the Constitution of the United States by the convention of dc legates, it required the separate action of the respective States to ratify it. Th* foi'.owinsr is an extract from a speech delivered in the CoRViDtiop of Virginia, Jane 6, 1788, on the expediency of itfl adoption. THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 4* The American spirit ought to be mixed with American pride — pride to see the Jnion magnificently triumph. Let it not be recorded of America, that, after having performed the most gallant exploits, alter having overcome the most astonishing difficulties, and after having gained the admiration of the world by their incomparable valor and oolicy, they lost their acquired reputation — their nation*' ,onsequence and happiness — by their own indiscretion. Let no future historian inform posterity that they Y^anUA wisdom and virtue to Concur in any regular, efficient govern ment. Should any writer, doomed to so disagreeable a task, feel the indignation of an honest historian, he would reprehend and recriminate our folly with equal severity and justice. O.tch the present moment; seize it with avidity *md ea- gcrLess; for it may be lost, never to be regained. If the Union be now lost, I fear it will remain so forever. When I maturely weigh the advantages of the Union, and the dreadful consequences of its dissolution; when I see safety on my right, and destruction on my left; when I behold respectability and happiness acquired by the one, but anni- hilated by the other, I can not hesitate to decide in favor of the Union. AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE.— A B. Street Hail to the planting of Liberty's tree! Hail to the charter declaring us free! Millions of voices are chanting its praises, Millions of worshipers bend at its shrine, Wherever the sun of America blazes, Wherever the stars of our bright banner shine Sang to the heroes who breasted the flood That, swelling, rolled o'er them — a deluge of blooa. Fearless the}' clung to the ark of the nation, And dashed on 'mid lightning, and thunder, and blast, Till Peace, like the dove, brought her branch of salvation And Liberty's mount was their refuge at last. I iHB DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. Bright is the beautiful land of our birth. The home of the homeless all over the earth. Oh! let us ever with fondest devotion, The freedom our fathers bequeathed us, watch o'er, Till the Angel shall stand on the earth and the ocean, And shout mid earth's ruins, that Time is no more. WASHINGTON AND FRANKLIN.*— John Quincy Adam* The sword of Washington! The staff of Franklin! Oh I Bir, what associations are linked in adamant with these names I Washington, whose sword, as my friend has said, was never drawn but in the cause of his country, and never sheathed when wielded in his country's cause! Franklin, the philoso- pher of the thunderbolt, the printing-press, and the plough- share! What names are these in the scanty catalogue of the benefactors of human kind! Washington and Franklin! What other two men, whose Jives belong to the eighteenth century of Christendom, have left a deeper impression of themselves upon the age in which they lived, and upon all after time? Washington, the warrior and the legislator! In war con- tending, by the wager of battle, for the independence of hia country, and for freedom of the human race; ever manifest- ing, amidst its horrors, by precept and example, his reverence foi the laws of peace, and for the tenderest sympathies of Lumanity; in peace, soothing the ferocious spirit of discord, anting his own countrymen, into harmony and union; and $, #mg to that very sword, now presented to his country, 9 tk*rm more potent than that attributed, in ancient times, tc 4b rSKSESeE HQW, $&& ISJDEPESmiSNCB FO&BVEO*' fHE DIME CENTENNIAL STEAKEB. §1 TOR BUFF AND BLUE.- -William CoUim. From the foeman's camp. By the cypress swamp, You can hear the tramp, Of the grenadier; And the rattling drum Swells the deafening hum As his legions come With a willing cheer And bravely tread Their lines of red, With their flag outspread By the cypress marg®; But as brave and true As e'er saber drew Leaps the Buff and Blue To the bayonet charge. " March on !" the shout O'er the field rings out; From the fierce redoubt Flies the hissing lead. Like a thunder crash On the foe we dash, And our bayonets flash Through the ranks of f«i Old Putnam's eye Blazes fierce and high, As his men reply With a wild haloof And Moylan's blade Leads his whole brigade With the green cockade And the Buff and Bfra& Prom left to right, In their ordered might, To the welcome E DIME CENTENNIAL SP The battalions wheel; No waverer there, As in wrath they tear, And with bosoms bare, Through the English steel A vollied flame From the rec. ranks came, And King George's name Was their battle shout; But we charged them well, Till with shriek and yell The last red-coat fell In the grim redoubt. What a sight was there As our banner fair, In the morning air, O'er our columns flew; And Moylan's men Woke the stilly glen As they cheered again For the Buff and Blue. Then Putnam cried, As in haughty pride, Its folds spread wide To the soldiers' view " No English knave Shall e'er lack a grave Who his flag would wave O'er the Yankee 1 . i e THE UNION. — Alexander Hamikvtt. If we are wise enough to preserve the Union, we may foi ages enjoy an advantage s\milar to that of an insulated situa- tion. Europe is a great distance from us. Her colonic* in our vicinity will be likely to continue too much dlsr>ropor« Sioned in strength to be able to give us any dangerous annoy THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, 58 mce. Extensive military establishments can not, in thii position, be necessary to our security. But, if we should be disunited, and the integral parts should either remain separ ated, or, which is most probable, should be thrown together into two or three confederacies, we should be, in a short course ©f time, in the predicament of the coDtinental powers of Eu- *^e. Our liberties would be a prey to the means of defend- f ourselves against the ambition and jealousy of each other. This i? ar idea not superficial or futile, but solid and eighty. Ii deserves the most serious and mature consider- ation of every prudent and honest man, of whatever party. If such men will make a firm and solemn pause, and medi- tate dispassionately on its importance; if they will contem- plate it in all its attitudes, and trace it to all its consequences, they will not hesitate to part with trivial objections to a constitution, the rejection of which would, in all probability, put a final period to the Union. The airy phantoms, that now flit before the distempered imaginations of some of its adversaries, would then quickly give place to more substan- tial prospects of dangers, real, certain, and extremly formid- able. THE MART YE SPY.*— Worcester Spy. The breezes went steadily through the tall pines, A-saying, "oh! hu-ush!" a-saying, "oh! hu-ush!" As stilly stole by a bold legion of horse, For Hale in the bush, for Hale in the bush. * Captain Nathan Hale, of the Revolutionary army, was captured and put to death in the latter part of the year 1776, by the British, at New Vorfe. He was born in Coventry, Connecticut, and graduated at Yale tbUege in 1773. His father, Richard H. Hale, was a descendant of the Bet John Hale, the first ministei jt Beveny, Mass. After Washing, ton's retreat from Long Island, 1776, Nathan Hale, then a captain in Colonel Knowlton's regiment, sought to obtain accurate knowledge of the situation and movements of the British troops. He obtained what he sought, but was seized at King's Bridge, identified by his base and treacherous tory cousin, Samuel, treated very brutally, and hung. The cousin Samuel had been entertained at the house of Nathan's father- where he pretended to be a Whig, although he was at the time on his way to Sir William Howe, under whom he afterward served at New York. Nathan Hale's death was due chiefly to the treachery of this cousin. The execution was conducted in the most unfeeling and dis- graceful manner. All his requests were denied, including even the re- quests for a clergyman and a Bible; and bis letters to his mother and tig other friends were destroyed. *4 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 11 Keep still!" said the tlirash, as she nestled her young, In a nest by the road, in a nest by the road; " For the tyrants are near, and with them appear What bodes us no good, what bodes us no good.' The brave captain heard it, and thought of his home In a cot by the brook, in a cot by the brook, W&th. mother and sister and memories dear, lie so gayly forsook, he so gayly forsook. Cooling shades of the night were coming apace; The tattoo had beat, the tattoo had beat; The noble one sprung from his dark lurking place To make his retreat, to make his retreat. He warily trod on the dry, rustling leaves, As he passed through the wood, as he passed througk the wood, And silently gained his rude launch on the shore, As she played with the flood, as she played with tha flood. The guards of the camp, on that dark, dreary night, Had a murderous will, had a murderous will; They took him and bore him afar from the shore, To a hut on the hill, to a hut on the hill. Xo mother was there; nor a friend who could cheer, In that little stone cell, in that little stone cell; But he trusted in love from the Father above; In his heart all was well, in his heart all was well An ominous owl, with his solemn bass voice, Sat moaning hard by, sat moaning hard by; The tyrant's proud minions most gladly rejoice, Foi he must soon die, for he must soon die." Iht brave fellow told them, no thing he restrained; The cruel general, the cruel general; His errand from camp, the ends to be gained, And said that was all, and said that was all. They took him and bound him and bore him away Down the hill's grassy side, down the hill's grassy wd©» Twas there the base hirelings, in royal array, His cause did deride* his cause did deride. THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 6Q Five minutes were given, short moments, no more, For Mm to repent, for him to repent; He prayed for his mother; he asked not another, To heaven he went, to heaven he went. The faith of a martyr the tragedy showed As he trod the last stage, as he trod the last stage Ind Britons will shudder at gallant Hale's blood, As his words do presage, as his words do presage " Thou pale king of terrors! thou life's gloomy foe! Go frighten the slave, go frighten the slave; Tell tyrants, to you their allegiance they owe; No fears for the brave! no fears for the brave 1" LEXINGTON.— Dr. 0. Wendell Holmes. Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping, Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun, When from his couch, while his children were sleeping, Rose the bold rebel and shouldered his gun. Waving her golden vaii Over lli.® silent dale, B£it&e looked the morning on cottage as&lgifej Hushed was his parting sigh, While from his noble eye Flashed the last sparkle of liberty's fire. On the smooth green where the fresh leaf is springing Calmly the first-born of glory are met; Hark, the death-volley around them is ringing! Look! with their life-blood the young grass is wet Faint is the feeble breath, Murmuring low in death, "Tell to our sons how their fathers have died;" Nerveless the iron hand, Raised for its native land, fetes by the weapon ♦hat gleams by its sid& THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKBH. Over the hill-side the wild knell is tolling, From their far hamlets the yeomanry come, As through the storm-clouds the thunder-burst rolling Circle? the beat of the mustering drum. Fast on the w»W!cr': ^.„_ r^^cii xiie waves of wratli, l&jggg haw they gathered and loud shall they falls Red glares the musket flash, Sharp rings the rifle's crash, Jiazing and clanging from thicket and wall. Gayly the plume of the horseman was dancing, Never to shadow his cold brow again; Proudly at morning the war-steed was prancing, Reeking and panting he droops on the rein; Pale is the lip of scorn, Voiceless the trumpet-horn. Torn is the silken-fringed red cross on high: Many a belted breast Low on the turf shall rest, Ere the dark hunters the herd have passed by. Snow-girdled crags where the hoarse wind is raving, Rocks where the weary floods murmur and wail, Wilds where the fern by the furrow is waving, Reeled with the echoes that rolled on the gale; Far as the tempest thrills Over the darkened hills, Far as the sunshiue streams over the plain. Roused by the tyrant band, Woke all the mighty land, Girded for battle, from mountain and main. Green be the graves where the martyrs are lying! Si roudless and tombless they sunk to their rest- While o'er their ashes the starry folds flying, Wraps the proud eagle they roused from his nest—* Borne on her northern pine, Long o'er the foaming brine, Spread her broad banner to storm and to sun; Heaven keep her ever free, Wide as o'er land and sea Floats the fair emblem her heroes have won, THE DIMS CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 87 OUR ONLY ROPE.— James Madison. You will never suffer difficulties, however formidable in appearance, or however fashionable the error on which they may be founded, to drive you into the gloomy and perilous scenes into which the advocates for disunion would conduct you. Hearken not to the unnatural voice, which tells yrn that the people of America, knit together as they are. by &, many cords of affection, can no longer live together as mem Dcrs of thp Kiss t-dkMij; can no longer continue the mutual guardians of their mutual happiness ; can no longer be fel- low-citizens of one great, respectable and flourishing empire* Hearken not to the voice, which petulantly leiis you, that the form of government recommended for your adoption is a novelty in the political world; that it has never yet had a place in the theories of the wildest projectors; that it rashly attempts what it is impossible to accomplish. No, my coun- trymen; shut your ears against this unhallowed language. (Shut your hearts against the poison which it conveys; the kindred blood, which flows in the veins of American citi- zens, the mingled blood, which they have shed in defense of their sacred rights, consecrate their union, and excite horror at the idea of their becoming aliens, rivals, enemies. And if novelties are to be shunned, believe me, the most alarm- ing of all npvelties, the most wild of all projects, the most rash of all attempts, is that of rending us in pieces, in order to preserve our liberties and promote our happiness. But why is the experiment of an extended republic to be re- jected, merely because it may comprise what is new? Is it not the glory of the people of America, that, whilst ti ey lave paid a decent regard to the opinions of former timer ind other nations, they have not suffered a blind veneratiof for antiquity, for custom, or for names, to overrule the suggestions of their own good sense, the knowledge of then own situation, and the lessons of their own experience? To this manly spirit, posterity will be indebted for the pos- session, and the world for the example, of the numerous n « novations displayed on the American theater, in favor of private rights and public happiness. Had no important wep been taken by thp Wrjors of the revolution, for which 58 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. a precedent could not be discovered; had no government been established, of which an exact model did not present itself — the people of the United States might, at this mo- ment, have been numbered among the melancholy victims of misguided counsels; must at best have been laboring un- der the weight of some of those forms which have crushed the liberties of the rest of mankind. Happily for America, happily, we trust, for the whole human race, they pursued a new and more noble course. They accomplished a revolu- tion which has no parallel in the annals of human society,, They reared fabrics of government which have no model on the face of the globe. They formed the design of a great confederacy, which it is incumbent on their successors to improve and perpetuate. If their works betray imperfec- tions, we wonder at the fewness of them. If they erred most in the structure of the Union, this was the work most difficult to be executed; this is the work which has been new modeled by the act of your convention, and it is that act on which you are now to deliberate and decide. THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE.— John Quincy Adams. The Declaration of Independence! The interest which, in that paper, has survived the occasion upon which it was issued — the interest which is of every age and every clime — the interest which quickens with the lapse of years, spreads as it grows old, and brightens as it recedes — is in the prin« ciples which it proclaims. It was the first solemn declara- tion by a nation of the only legitimate foundation of ;iviS government. It was the corner-stone of a new fabric, des- tined to cover the surface of the globe. It demolished, at a stroke, the lawfulness of all governments founded upon con> quest. It swept away all the rubbish of accumulated cen- turies of servitude. It announced, in practical form, to the world, the transcendent truth of the inalienable sovereignty of the people. It proved that the social compact was no figment of the imagination, but a real, solid, and sacrect THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 59 bond of the social union. From the day of this declaration, the people of North America were no longer the fragment of a distant empire, imploring justice and mercy from an inexorable master in another hemisphere. They were no longer children, appealing in vain to the sympathies of a heartless mother; no lunger subjects, leaning upon the shat- tered columns of royal promises, and invoking the faith of parchment to secure their rights. They were a Nation, asserting as of right, and maintaining by war, its own exist- ence. A nation was born in a day. "How many ages hence Shall this, their lofty scene, be acted o'er, In States unho.n, and accents yet unknown?" It will be acted o'er, fellow-chizens, but it can never be re- peated. It stands, and must forever stand, alone; a beacon on the summit of the mountain, to which all the inhabitants of the earth may turn their eyes for a genial and saving light, till time shall be lost in eternity, and this globe itself dissolve, nor leave a wreck behind. It stands forever, a light of admonition to the rulers of men, a light of salvation and redemption to the oppressed. So long as this planet shall be inhabited by human beings, so long as man shall be of a social nature, so long as government shall be necessary to the great moral purposes of society, so long as it shall be abused to the purposes of oppression — so long shall this declaration hold out, to the sovereign and to the subject. the extent and the boundaries of their respective rights and duties, founded in the laws of Nature and of Nature's God, North and South, we are met as brothers; East and West, we are wedded as one! Right of each shall secure our mother's;' Child of each is her faithful son! We give Thee heart and hand, Our glorious native Land. For battle has tried thee and time endears; We will write thy story, And keep thy glory As pure as of old for a Thousand Years! — Bayard Ta&fo£ 80 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, THE LIBERTY BELL.*— William Boss WallaM. A sound like the sound of a tempest rolled, And the heart of a people stirred, For the bell of freedom at midnight tolled, Through a fettered land was heard: And the chime still rung From its iron tongue, Steadily swaying to and fro* And to some it came As a breath of flame, And to some as a sound of woe. Upon the tall mountain, upon the tossed wavft, It was heard by the fettered, and heard by tre brave; It was heard in the cottage, and heard in the hall, And its chime gave a glorious summons to all. The old saber was sharpened, the time-rusted blade Of the bond started out in the pioneer's glade, Like a herald of wrath — and the host was arrayed 1 Along the tall mountain, along the tossed wave, Swept the ranks of the bond, swept the ranks of thf brave ; • And a shout as of waters went up to the dome, And a sun-drinking banner unfurled, Like an archangel's pinion flashed out from hi? home. Uttered freedom and hope to the world. O'er the mountain and tide its magnificent fold, With a terrible glitter of azure and gold, In the storm and the sunshine forever unrolled It blazed in the valley; it ^azed jn the mast; It flew like a comrade abroad with the blast; And the eyes of whole nations were turned to its ligirt, And the hearts of the multitude soou Were swayed by its stars as they shone through the night, Like an ocean when swayed by the mooD, Again through the midnight that bell thunders out; And banners and torches are hurriei abom. * Bong, ia PLLLcLlphia, at the Deduction of Independence. THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 61 A shout as of waters, a long-uttered cry! How it leaps, how it leaps from the earth to tne sky! From the sky to the earth, from the earth to the sea, Hear the chorus re-echoed, " The ptople are freeV That old bell is still seen by the patriot's eye, And he blesses it ever when journeying by: Long years have passed over it, and yet every soul Must thrill in the night to its deep, solemn roll; For it speaks in its belfry when kissed bj' the blast, Like a broad blessia^ Scathed from the lips of the Past Long years will roll o'er it, and yet every chime Must unceasingly tell of an era sublime, And more splendid, more dear than the rest of all Time, Oh yes! if the flame on our altars should pale, Let its voice but be heard, and the freeman will start To rekindle the fire, while he sees on the gale All the stars, all ihe stiipcs of the flag of his heart. WASHINGTON'S TRUE ATTRIBUTES. —Robt. C. Win- throp. It was not solid information or sound judgment, or even that rare combination of surpassing modesty and valor, great as these qualities are, which gave Washington his hold on the regard, respect, and confidence, of the American people. I hazard nothing in saying that it was the high moral ele- ments of his cJfciracter, which imparted to it its preponderp V'ng force. " Labor to keep alive in j'our breast that litt) t ark of celestial fire, conscience ," was one of a series of ma? Bis which he framed or copied for his own use, when a ov He kept alive that spark. He made it shine before men. He kindled it into a flame which illumined his whole life. No occasion was so momentous, no circumstances were so wiinute, as to absolve him from following its guiding ray. "Wbo ever thinks of "Washington as a mere politician? Who ever associates him wilh the petty arts and pitiful ia- trigues of partisan office-seekers or partisan office-holders? I feJ THJt DIME CENTENNIAL SPKAKKR. Who ever pictures him canvassing for votes, dealing nut pro Bcription, or doling out patronage? And there was as little of the vulgar hero abcut him, as there was of the mere politician. At the head of a vi< tori- ous army, of which he was the idol — an army too often pro- voked to the very verge of mutiny, by the neglect of an inefficient government — we find him the constant counselor yf subordination, and submission to the civil autb >nty With the sw r ord of a conqueror at his side, we find hi# tin unceasing advocate of peace. Repeatedly invested w T ith a. ore than the power of a Roman Dictator, we see him receding that power with reluctance, employing it with the utmost moderation, and eagerly embrrecing the earliest opportunity to resign it. The offer of a crown could not, did not tempt him, for an instant, from his allegiance to liberty. He re- jected it with indignation and abhorrence, and proceeded to devote all his energies, and all his influence, all his popular- ity, and all his ability, to the establishment of that republican system, of w T hich he w T as, from first to last, the uncomprom- ising advocate, and with the ultimate success of which he believed the best interests of America and of the w T orld were inseparabty connected. It is thus that, in contemplating the character of Washing- ton, the offices which he held, the acts which he performed, his success as a statesman, his triumphs as a soldier, almost fade from our sight. It is not the Washington of the Dela- ware or the Brandy wine, of Germantown or of Monmouth; it is not Washington the President of the Convention, or the President of the Republic, which we admire. We cast or. eye? over his life, not to be dazzled by the meteoric luster of Dart .jular passages, but to behold its whole pathway radiant, jadiant everywhere, with the true glory of a just, consciea tious, consummate man! Of him we feel it to be no exagger- ation to say, that " .... all the ends he aimed at Were his country's, his God's, and truth's." Of him we feel it to be no exaggeration to say, that he stands, upon the page of history, the great modern illustration and example of that exquisite and divine precept, which fell from the lips of the dying r^onai Sn of Israel — THE DIME CENTENSTIAL SPEAKER. .. 68 " He that ruleth over men must be just, ruling in tlie fear of God; and he shall * be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth — even a morning without clouds." WHAT WE AKE. — Bobert Bantoul Over how broad a portion of the world, sir, have we ea «ended the advantages we ourselves enjoy! Our domain unites the noblest valley on the surface of the globe, com petent to grow food for human beings many more than now dwell on the face of the earth, with an eastern wing fitted for the site of the principal manufacturing and commercial power of existing Christendom, and a western flank well situated to hold the same position on the Pacific, when Asia shall renew her youth, and Australia shall have risen to the level of Europe. Bewildering, almost, is the suddenness of our expansion to fill these limits, and astounding are the phenomena that accompany this development. Occupying such a continent, receiving it consecrated by the toils and sufferings and outpouring of ancestral blood, which on the day we now commemorate began, how de- lightful is the duty which devolves on us, to guard the bea- con-fire of liberty, whose flames our fathers kindled! Suffer it not, my friends — suffer it not, posterity that shall come aft^r us, to be clouded by domestic dissension, or obscured by the dank, mephitic vapors of faction! Until now, its pu*e ii radiance dispels doubt and fear, and revivifies the fainting hopes of downcast patriotism. For ever may M thine brightly as now, for as yet its pristine luster fade Jto*, but still flashes out the ancient, clear, and steady illumi nation, -joy-giving as the blaze that, leaping from promon tory to promontory, told the triumph of Agamemnon ovei fated Troy! It towers and glows, refulgent and beautiful, far seen by the tempest-tossed on the sea of revolution, darting into the dungeons of gaunt despair beams whose benignant glory no lapse of time shall dim; the wanderers in the chill darkness of slavery it guides, and cheers, and warms; it fills the universe with its splendor. 54 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. OUR GREAT TRUST.— Rvfus Clwate. Consider Washington's words in the memorable, the ini mortal Farewell Address! Mark the spirit of patriotism — burning, ardent patriotism — breathing in every page knd every line! Read his words upon the vital importance oi maintaining the Union! " It is of infinite moment," he says, " that you should prop rly estimate the immense value of your national Union, t« your collective and individual happiness; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and ppeak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity; watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned; and indignantly frowning upon the first attempt to alienate any portion of our county from the rest, or to enfeeble the sacred ties which now link together the various parts. "All obstructions to the execution of the laws, all combi nations and associations, under whatever plausible character, with the real character to direct, control, counteract, or awe, the regular deliberation and action of the constituted authori ties, are destructive of this fundamental principle, and of fatal tendency." These were his words: " It is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national Union " — and Washington was no user of exaggerated expres- sions. Let us heed his words, my countrymen! Let us evei press up among the people in support of the grand and beau- tiful harmony of our fraternal political system; and, taking counsel from the immortal hero, whose language I have qv^ted, let us rally in support of the constitution at whose creation he presided, which was his great Jove and affection; and let us resolve to leave the glorious Union which he made, unprofaned and undismembered, to our posterity. THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 6t SOD BLESS OUK ST AUS.— Benjamin F. Taylor, 11 God Mess our stars forever!" Thus die angels sung sublime, When round God's forges fluttered fast, The sparks of starry Time! When they fanned them with theii pinion% Till they kindled into day, And revealed creation's bosom, Where the infant Eden lay. * God bless our stars forever!" Thus they sung — the seers of old, When they bcck<\«ed to the Morning, Through the future's misty fold, When they waved the wand of wonder- When they breathed the magic word, And the pulses' golden glimmer, Showed the waking granite heard. "God b!en a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood. Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original luster, not a stripe eras&d or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing for its motto, no such miserable interrogatory as " What is all this worth?" nor those other words of delusion and folly, "Liberty first and Un'on afterward;" but everywhere, spread all over, in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, aud in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable! A NOBLE PLEA.*— Pitt. My Lords, I rise with astonishment to see these papers brought to your table at so late a period of this business,- papers, to tell us what? Why, what all the world knew be- fore: that the Americans, irritated by repeated injuries, and stripped of their inborn rights and dearest privileges, have resisted, and entered into associations, for the preservation of their common liberties. Had the early situation of the people of Boston been at- tended to, things would not have come to this. But the infant complaints of Boston were literally treated like the capricious squalls of a child, who, it was said, did not know whether it was aggrieved or not. But full well I knew, at that time, that this child, if not redressed, would soon assume the courage and voice of a * Extract from the speech of Mr. Pitt, in the British Parliament, Janu- ary 30, 1775. DIME CENTENNIAL SP man. Full well I knew, that the sons of ancestors, born under the same free constitution, and once breathing the game liberal air as Englishmen, would resist upon the same principles, and on the same occasions. What has government done? They have sent an armed force, consisting of seventeen thousand men, to diagoon the Bostonians into what is called their duty; and, so r ar fro» )nce turning their eyes to the policy and destructive con equence of this scheme, are constantly sending out me?* troops. And we are told, in the language of menace, that, if seventeen thousand men won't do, fifty thousand shail. if is true, my lords, with this force they may ravage the country; waste and destroy as they march; but, in the pro- gress of fifteen hundred miles, can they occupy the places they have passed? Will not a country, which can produce three millions of people, wronged and insulted as they are, start up like hydras in every corner, and gather fresh strength from fresh opposition? Nay, what dependence can you have upon the soldiery, the unhappy engines of your wrath? They are English- men, who must feel for the privileges of Englishmen. Do you think that these men can turn their arms against their brethren? Surely no. A victory must to be them a defeat; and carnage, a sacrifice. But it is not merely three millions of people, the pro- duce of America, we have to contend with in this unnatural struggle; many more are on their side; dispersed over the face of this wide empire. Every whn_ in this country and in Ireland is with them. Who, then, let me demand, has given, and continues to jive, this strange and unconstitutional advice? I do not nean to level at one man, or any particular set of men out thus much I will venture to declare, that, if his Majestj continues to hear such counselors, he will not only be badly advised, but undone. He may continue indeed to wear his crown; but it will not be worth his wearing. Robbed of so principal a jewel as America, it will lose its luster, and no longer beam that effulgence which should irradiate the brow of majesty. In this alarming crisis, I come with this paper in raj THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 73 band to offer you the best of my experience and advice, which is, that an humble petition be presented to his Majesty, beseeching him, that, in order to open the way toward a happy settlement of the dangerous troubles in America, it may graciously please him, that immediate orders be given to General Gage for removing his Majesty's forces from the town of Boston. And this, my lords, upon the most mature and deliberate grounds, is the best advice I can give you, at this juncture. Such conduct will convince America that you mean to try her cause in the spirit of freedom and inquiry, and not in letters of blood. There is no time to be lost. Every hour is big with dan- ger. Perhaps, while I am now speaking, the decisive blow is struck, which may involve millions in the consequence. And, believe me, the very first drop of blood which is shed, will cause a wound which may never be healed. THE ORIGINAL YANKEE DOODLE AT THE CAMP. Father and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Gooding, And there we see the men and boys As thick as hasty pudding. Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle Dandy. Mind the music, keep the step, And with the girls be handy. And there we see a thousand men, As rich as Squire David; And what they wasted every day, I wish it could be saved. The 'lasses eaten there, each day, Would keep a house a winter: They have so much, that I'll be bound They eat when they're a mind to. T4 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAEEB. And there we see a swamping gw^ Large as a log of maple, Upon a deuced little cart, A load for father's cattle. And every time they shoot it off, It takes a horn of powder. And makes a noise like father's gtt, Only a nation louder. I went as nigh to one myself Ab Siah's underpinning; And father went as nigh again, I thought the deuce was in him. And cousin Simon grew so bold I thought he would have cocked it It scared me so I shrinked it off, And hung by father's pocket. And Captain Davis had a gun, He kind of clapt his hand on't, And stuck a crooked stabbing iron Upon the little end on't. And there I see a pumpkin shell As big as mother's basin; And every time they touched it off, They scampered like the nation. I see a little barrel, too, The heads were made of leather; They knocked upon't with little cruhf And called the folks together. And there was Captain Washington Upon a strapping stallion, A-givkg orders to his men; I guess there was a million. And then the feathers on his hat, They looked so tarnal fine, I wanted pockily to get To give to my Jemima. ■ *' SHE DIME CENTEXNIAL SPEAKER And there they'd fife away like fun, And play on cornstalk fiddles, And some had ribbons red as blood All wound about their middles. The troopers, too, would gallop up; And fire right in their faces; It scared me almost half to death To see them run such races. It scared me so I hooked it off, Nor stopped, as I remember. Nor turned about, till I got home And safe in mother's chamber. WOLFE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMT.* I congratulate you, my brave countrymen, s:sd fellow idlers, on the spirit and success with which you have exe- cuted this important part of our enterprise. The formida- ble Flights of Abraham are now surmounted;^ and the city of Quebec, the object of all our toils, now stands in full view before us. A perfidious enemy who have dared to exasperate you by their cruelties, but not to oppose you on equal ground\ are now constrained to face you on the open plain, without mm parts or entrenchments to shelter them. , You know too well the forces which compose their armv is dread their superior numbers. A few regular troops trom old France, weakened by hunger and sickness, wlw when fresh were unable to withstand British soldiers, *2* thnr General's chief dependence. Those numerous companies of Canadians, insolent, mutin ous, unsteady, and ill disciplined, have °xercised his utmost skill to keep them together to this time; ana as soon as theii irregular ardor is damped by one firm fire, they will in- stantly turn their backs and give you no further trouble but in the pursuit. • Spoken to his army just prior to the assault on Quebec in whie} 1 t2tf brave General perished. Wolfe -was born A. D. 1726— died 1789. TS THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. As for those savage tribes of Indians, whose horrid yeflfl in the forests have struck many a bold heart with affright, terrible as they are with the tomahawk and seal ping-knife to a flying and prostrate foe, you have experienced how little their ferocity is to be dreaded by resolute men, upon fai r and open ground. You can now only consider them as Q** just objects of a severe revenge for the unhappy fate o' ■Hft&y slaughtered countrymen. This day puts it into your power to terminate the fatigue of a siege which has so long employed your courage ana patience. Possessed with a full confidence of the certain success which British valor must gain over such enemies, I have led you up these steep and dangerous rocks; only solicitous to show you the foe within your reach. The impossibility of a retreat makes no difference in the situation of men resolved to conquer or die; and believe me, my friends, if your conquest could be bought with the blood of your General, he would most cheerfully resign a life which he has long devoted to his country. WATCHING FOR MONTGOMERY.— T. G. Harbaugh. [General Richard Montgomery was killed before Quebec, Dec. Stet 1775, and fifty years later his remains were brought to his native State (New York) and interred with pomp befitting his rank and services,] On the beauteous banks of Hudson, In Astarte's lambent light, Stands a woman — lonely watcher — Gazing northward in the night. And the wavelets, tipped with silver, Kiss the palisaded shore; She is wal ihing for her hero, Who will come to her no moret When he left her hair was golden, Silver threads are on it now; Dim her eyes have grown with watching, There are wrinkles on her brow» nCR DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. f§ Still she sees him as he left her With his sword to make men free; Echoes still his latest whisper: "Thou shalt never blusi* for meP She has heard the dreadful tidings From the cold St. Lawrence borne; He has fallen like a soldier On the battle-field forlorn. Now the snows of northern winter Fall, the hero's bier to deck; And the sword he drew for freedom Broken lies before Quebec! Etill she watches by the river Flowing southward to the sea, With a wifely faith and patience, For her brave Montgomery. Surely he must come to greet her, She again must see him float Down the Hudson's laughing watertj That have often kissed his boat! Lonely watcher, seek thy pillow, Leave the Hudson's moonlit wa*e$ Like a child thy love will slumber In his cold Canadian grave. Not forever ! in the future, To the tolling of the bell, Thou shalt weep above thy hero, in the State he loved so waii I 78 THE DIME CKNTEKNIAL SFKAKKR. THE NATIONAL ENSIGN. —Eev. A. P. Putnam. What precious associations cluster around our flag! Not alone have our fathers set up this banner in the name of God over the well-won battle-fields of the Revolution, and over the cities and towns which they rescued from despotic rule; but think where also their descendants have carried it, and raise H ; o conquest or protection! Through what clouds of dus* l&J smoke has it passed — what storms of shot or shell — v, \% jcei es of fire and blood! Not alone at Saratoga, at Mon mouth, and at Yorktown, but at Lund} r 's Lane and New Orleans, at Buena Vista and Chapultepec. It is the same glorious old flag which, inscribed with the djing words of Lawrence — " Don't give up the ship!" — was hoisted on Lake Erie by Commodore Perry just on the eve of his great naval victory — the same old flag which our great chieftain bore in triumph to the proud city of tne Aztecs, and planted upon the hights of her national palace. Brave hands raised it above the eternal regions of ice in the Arctic seas, and have set it up on the summits of the lofty mountains in the dis- tant West. Where nas it not gone, the pride of its friends and the terror of its foes? What countries and what seas has it not visited? Where has not the American citizen been able to stand beneath its guardian folds and defy the world? With what joy and exultation seamen and tourists have gazed upon its stars and stripes, read in it the history of their na- tion's glory, received from it the full sense of security, and drawn from it the inspirations of patriotism! By it, how many have sworn fealty to their country. What burst of magnificent eloquence it has called forth f i .iui Webster and from Everett! What lyric strains o pufrtry from Drake and Holmes! How many heroes its fold ka?e covered in death! How many have lived for it, an/ feow many have died for it! Wherever that flag has gone, it has been a herald of a better day — it has been the pledge of freedom, of justice, of order, of civilization, and of Christianity. Tyrants only have hated it, and the enemies of mankind alone have trampled it to the earth. All who sigh for the triumph of truth and righteousness lore and i&lute it tfKK DIME CENTENNIAL ffiPfcAStEB. % 9®D SAVE THE UNION. —George D. PrenUm God has made A wilderness of worlds; his will, and strong Creative spirk, shook ten thousand worlds, Like golden dewdrops, from his waving wing, To roll in beauty through abysmal space, And chant the chorus of his love divine. He made the Milky Way to span the sky, A pearly bow of promise, every, drop, That sparkles there, a singing, shining world! He woke the music of the Northern Harp, The wild, weird chiming of the Pleiades — And bade the arches of a Southern sphere Steverberate their hallelujahs high. The mighty One Who sweeps the lyre of Ages, and command* The praises of ten thousand singing worlds, Creates the stars of Union, and attunes The lofty heart of freedom . . . shall we, Proud children of the brave, the free, Behold our banner, blazoned by the breath Of glory, sullied by a slave f — our stars Of Union tossing wildly to and fro Upon the wave of faction, as they were But shining shadows, not eternal orbs, Forever circling through the boundless heaven Of everlasting purpose? — or shall w T e Hear Dissolution sounded and forbear To brand the traitor hearts that dare forget The bond for which our fathers fought and bhuJf Cursed be the traitors — double, trebly doomed! The pit of Discord for her victims yawns, Then, back recoiling, shudders to receive Their hearts — a fouler and a fiercer hell! God save the Union! Give the dawning year This proud baptismal anthem — let its last Dissolving sigh be — Union undissolved! ^ew States, with starry erablemg one by oswfc Tttl DtMU CEHTfcNNlAL SPSAKK*. Come stealing through the Future's twilight dim. Like orbs of evening from its dusky sky, To take their place at last with those that tiead Their high, unwearied, and unwearying round Before the golden gates and battlements Of Paradise. The harp of Liberty Shall sound amain, till Death himself expire; Till God has made us free, immortally, And Time is dust upon his broken Lyre! Thrice raptured moment! — if all blessed like thee Are Heaven's bright centuries, how brief will be Its countless ages of Eternity! OUR NATAL DAY. — Daniel Webster. This is that day of the year which announced to mankind the great fact of American Independence! This fresh and brilliant morning blesses our vision with another beholding of the birth-day of our nation; and we see that nation, of re cent origin, now among the most considerable and powerful, •nd spreading over the continent from sea to sea. "Westward the course of empire takes its way The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day- Time's noblest offspring is the last." On the ^y of the Declaration of Independence, our illus- trious fathers performed the first scene in the last great act of this drama; one, in real importance, infinitely exceeding that for which the great English poet invoked • A muse of fire, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene." ite Muse mspfring our fathers was the Genius of Liberty, %l on fire with a sense of oppression, and a resolution to throw it off; the whole world was the stage, and higher character? than princes trod it; and, instead of monarchs, countries, and nations, and the age, beheld the swelling scene. How well the characters were cast, and how well each acted his part, and what emotions the whole performance excited, let history, now and hereafter, tej faa DIME CENTEKSlAL SPEAKEft. £1 - On the Fourth of July, 1776, the representatives of the United States of America, in Congress assembled, declared that these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States. This declaration, made by most patriotic and resolute men, trusting in the justice of their cause, and the protection of Heaven — and yet made not with* out deep solicitude and anxiety — has now stood for sev< u\y five j r ears, and still stands. It was sealed in blood. It b met dangers, and overcome them; it has had enemies, a* conquered them; it has had detractors, and abashed them all; it has had doubting friends, but it has cleared all doubts away; and now, to-day, raising its august form higher than the clouds, twenty millions of people contemplate it with hallowed love, and the world beholds it, and the consequences which have followed from it, with profound admiration. This anniversary animates, and gladdens, and unites, all American hearts. On other days of the year we may be party men, indulging in controversies more or less important to the public good; we may have likes and dislikes, and we may maintain our political differences, often with warm, and sometimes with angry feelings. But to-day we are Americana all; and all nothing but Americans. As the great luminary over our heads, dissipating mists and fogs, now cheers the whole hemisphere, so do the associations connected with this day disperse all cloudy and sullen weather in the minds and feelings of true Americans. Every man's heart swells within him, every man's port and bearing becomes somewhat more proud ami lofty, as he remembers that so many years have rolled away, and thatthe great inheritance of liber'v is still his; his, undiminished and unimpaired; his, in all !*j ariginal glory; his to enjoy, his to protect. \nd liis 'o traas? aiil to future generations. THE TWENTY-SECOND OF FEBRUARY.*— Tlit Scum Gentlemen, a most auspicious omen salutes and cheers us, this day. This day is the anniversary of the birth of Wash- ington. Washington's birthday is celebrated from one end ©f this land to the other. The whole atmosphere of the couar *To bo recited od Washington's UirtJadaj. id THE DLME OK-NTKNmAL EPtfAKKR. try Is this day redolent of his principles — the hills, $ n *ks, the groves, the vales, and the rivers, shout their pralst ^ and resound with his fame. All the good, whether learner", or unlearned, high or low, rich or poor, feel this day that there is one treasure common to them all; and that is the fame ol Washington. They all recount his deeds, ponder ovei hi» principles and teachings, and resolve to be more asd inort guided by them in the future. To the old and the young, to all born in this land, *nd \% bii whose preferences have led them to make it the home o! their adoption, Washington is an exhilarating theme. Amer- icans are proud of his character; all exiles from f oreigi shores are eagei to participate in admiration of him; and it is true that he is, this day, here, everywhere, all over the world, more an object of regard than on any former day s»nce his birth. Gentlemen, by his example, and under the guidance of hia precepts, will we and our children uphold the Constitution. Under his military leadership, our fathers conquered their ancient enemies; and, under the outspread banner of his political and constitutional principles, will we conquer now. To that standard we shall adhere, and uphold it, through evil report and good report. We will sustain it, and meet death itself, if it come; we will ever encounter and defeat error, \>y day and by .night, in light or in darkness — thick darkness- - if it come, till " Danger's troubled night is o'er, And the star cf peace return." NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD.— Isaac McLean, Jr. 44 1 shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts ; shl peeds none. There she is; behold her, and judge for yoar pelves. There is her history The world knows it by hea*** The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, And Lexington, and Bunkej Hill; and there they will remain forever. The bones of her sons, falling in the great struggle for independence, now lie mingled with the soil of every titate, from New England to Georgia; and there they will remain forever." — Webster's Speech. New England's dead! New England'* deadl On every hill they lie, Da every field of strife made red THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPE. Each valley, where the battle poured Its red and awful tide, Beheld the brave New England sword With slaughter deeply dyed. Their bones are on the northern hill, And on the southern plain, By brook and river, lake and rill, And by the roaring main. The land is holy where they fought, And holy where they fell; For by their blood that land was bougkfcg The land they loved so well. Then glory to that valiant band, The honored saviors of the land! Oh! few and weak their numbers were— » A handful of brave men; But to their God they gave their prayer. And rushed to battle then. The God of battles heard their cry, And sent to them the victory. They left the ploughshare in the mould, Their flocks and herds without a fold, The sickle in the unshorn grain, The corn, half garnered, on the plain, And mustered, in their simple dress, For wrongs to seek a stern redress. To right those wrongs, come weal, come w^ To perish, or o'ercome their foe. And where are ye, oh fearless men? And where are ye to-day? [ call: — the hills reply again That ye have passed away; That on old Bunker's lonely hight, In Trenton, and in Monmouth ground, The grass grows green, the harvest hrighlt Above parh soldier's mound. DIME CENTENNIAL SP The bugle's wild and warlike blast Shall muster them no more; An army now might thunder past, And they not heed its roar. The starry flag, 'neath which they fought, In many a bloody day, From their old graves shall rouse them not, For they have passed away. REPEAL! REPEAL! — Lard Chatham. — (1775) Sir, what foundation have we for our claims over America! What is our right to persist in such cruel and vindictive measures against that loyal, respectable people? They say you have no right to tax them without their consent. They say truly. Representation and taxation must go together; they are inseparable. Yet there is scarcely a man in our streets, though so poor as scarcely to be able to get his daily bread, but thinks he is the legislator of America! In the last Parliament, all was anger — all was rage. Sine clade victoria, was the cry! The Americans were abused, misrepresented, and traduced, in the most atrocious manner, in order 1 ) give a color to, and urge on the most precipitate, unjust, cruel, and vindictive measures that ever disgraced a nation. Bui how have this respectable people behaved under all their grievances? With unexampled patience, with unparalleled wisdom! I know, sir, that no one will avow that he advised, v ihW He was the author of these measures; every one shrink* ,tn4H ' le charge. But somebody has advised his majesty to ih&m neasures; and if his majesty continues to hear such efH counselors, his majesty will be undone. He may, Ladled, wear his crown, but, the American jewel out of it, it will not be worth the wearing. What more shall I say? I must not gay the king is betrayed; but this I will say, the kingdom is raised! Repteai, therefore, my lords! But bare repeal will not h* ino-i^h, I* W *U oot satisfy this enlightened and spirited THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAEEB, 8* people. What! repeal a bit of paper! repeal a piece of parchment! That alone will not do, my lords. You must go through the work; you must declare you have no right to tax. Then they may trust you. Then they will have some confluence in you. You must repeal their fears and resent- ments, and then you may hope for their love and gratitude. There is no time to be lost. Every moment is big with ■sogers While I am speaking, the decisive blow may be ^ick and millions involved in the consequence. The very .i-st drop of blood will make a wound which years, perhaps ages, may not heal. It will be an immedicabi-le vulnus ; a rancorous, malignant, corroding, incurable wound! Sir I would not encourage America to proceed beyond the true line. I reprobate all acts of violence. But when her inherent constitutional rights are invaded, then I own myself an American; and, feeling myself such, shall, to the verge of my life, vindicate those rights against all men who strive to trample on or oppose them! THE TRUE HEROES.— Choate. The great contest which resulted in national independence, was a contest between power and principle — authority and liberty. England and America were not alone interested in its results. It concerned universal man, and upon the char- acter of the contest mankind has pronounced its irreversible verdict for the cause of America. British ministers and hereditary statesmen, smiled upon by the king and applauded by the people, flushed with the arrogance of assured power, Wgarded with disdainful contempt the humble leaders of popular liberty in America, whose names were hardly known tc the haughty chiefs that wielded the mighty power, and commanded for the purposes of conquest and subjugation the vast resources of the British Empire. But with each revolving year the names of these arrogant British chiefs are passing from the recollection of mankind, and their fame is growing more dim and obscure; with each passing year the Same of the leaders of the cause of popular liberty is 86 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. America is steadily brightening. The leaders who shaped the policy of America received, while living, the grateful homage of an admiring country, and a grateful people called them into positions of trust and honor under the govern- ment they had founded — the ministers and statesmen of England were ignobly forced from power, with the loss of public confidence, and they sunk into retirement with the maledictions of the people resting upon their names. America applauds the deeds and .cherishes the fame of her leaders in that contest — England strives to forget the deeds of her leaders, and neglects their fame. While America, to-day, utters the names of Washington and Franklin, Adams and Jefferson, Otis and Henry, Quincy, Jay, Warren, Sherman, Hancock, Samuel Adams, and their illustrious associates, with affectionate regard and profound reverence — England, if she recalls at all the dimmed names of North, Gren- ville, Grafton, Dartmouth, Sandwich, Wedderburn, and their haughty compeers, she reproaches their memories with the folly and maduess which lost America to the British Empire. America remembers and hallows even the battle-fields of de- feat, for the blood of her sons, who fell on those lost fields, was shed for freedom and independence; England strives not to remember even her battle-fields of victory, for they were won in support of a lost cause, and brought neither power nor glory. OLD IRONSIDES. — 0. W. Holmes. Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high; And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky: Beneath it rung the battle-shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more! Her deck — once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves' were white below— THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEASLEK. No more shall feel the victor's tread. Or know the conquered knee; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea! Oh! better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneatn the wave: Eer thunders shook the mighty deep. And there should he her grave; Kail tc the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail Ajid give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! OUR GIFTS TO HISTORY.—*?. 0. Verplantk. The study of the history of most other nations, fills tm mmd with sentiments not unlike those which the American traveler feels, on entering the venerable and lofty cathedral of some proud old city of Europe. Its solemn grandeur, its Fastness, its obscurity, strike awe to his heart. From the richly painted windows, filled with sacred emblems, and strange, antique forms, a dim religious light falls around. A thousand recollections of romance and poetry, and legendary story, come thronging in upon him He is surrounded by the tombs of the mighty dead, rich with the labors of ancient art, and emblazoned with the pomp of heraldry. What names does he read upon them? Those of priuees and nobles who are now remembered 07\ly for their vic?f ; \n."i of sovereigns, at whose death no tears were shed, sn$ •chose memories lived not an hour in the affections of th^ people. Ther'., too, he sees other names, long familiar ♦•« him for their guilty or ambiguous fame. There rest, the blood-stained soldier of fortune — the orator, who was ever the ready apologist of tyranny — the great scholars, who were the pensioned flatterers of power, and poets, who profaned the high gift of genius to pamper the vices of a corrupted court. Our crsns history, on the contrary, like that poetical templa m 1*S DIME CBNTEH1TCAL BP&AJt&L of lame, reared by the imagination of Chaucer, and decor- ated by the taste of Pope, is almost exclusively dedicated to the memory 01 the truly great. Or rather, like the Pantheon of Rome, it stands in calm and severe beauty, amid the ruins of ancient magnificence, and the "toys ol modern state." Within, no idle ornament encumbers its bold simplicity. The pure light of heaven enters from above, and sh«ls aw v muI and serene radiance around. As the ej r e wanders ibo»4 v extent, it beholds the unadorned monuments of brave *At #v~i men, who have greatly bled or toiled for their country, or it rests on votive tablets, inscribed with the names of the best benefactors of mankind. " Patriots are here, in Freedom's battles slain, Priests, whose long lives were closed without a Bards worthy Him who breathed the poet's mind, Pounders of arts that dignify mankind, And lovers of our race, whose labors gave Their names a memory that defies the grave.'* Doubtless, this is a subject upon which we may be justly proud. But there is another consideration, which if it did not naturally arise of itself, would be pressed upon us by the taunts of European criticism. What, it is asked, has this nation done to repay the world foi the benefits we have received from others? Is it nothing for the universal good of mankind to have carried into successful operation a system of self-government, uniting personal liberty, freedom of opinion, and equality oi rights, with national power and dignity; such as had before existed only in the Utopian dreams of philosophers? Is it nothing, in moral science, to have anticipated, in sober reality, *Mimerous plans of reform in civil and criminal jurispru- dence, which are, but now, received as plausible theories by file politicians and economists of Europe? Is it nothing to have been able to call forth, on every emergency, either in war or peace, a body of talents always equal to the difficulty? 'Is it nothing to have, in less than half a century, exceedingly Improved the sciences of political economy, of law, and of medicine, with all their auxiliary branches; to have enriched human knowledge by the accumulation of a great mass ol useful facts and observations, and to have augmented lbs DIMS CEKtENMAt SPSAXfcR. 8S p«wei and the comforts of civilized man, by miracles of me* chanical invention? Is it nothing to have given the world examples of disinterested patriotism, of political wisdom, of public virtue; of learning, eloquence, and valor, never exerted save for some praiseworthy end? It is sufficient to have 01 it fly suggested these considerations: every mind would anticipate jL a . in filling up the details. No — Land of Liberty! thy children have no cause to b rat for thee. What! though the arts have reared few monu meuts among us, and scarce a trace of the Muse's footstrp is found in the paths of our forests, or along the banks of our rivers; yet our soil has been consecrated by the blood of zeroes, and by great and holy deeds of peace. Its wide ex- tent has become one vast temple, and hallowed asylum, sancti- fied by the prayers and blessings of the persecuted of every sect, and the wretched of all nations. Land of Refuge — Land of Benedictions! Those prayers still arise, and they still are heard: "May peace be within thy walls, and plenteousness within thy palaces!" "May where be no decay, no leading into captivity, and no complain- ing in thy streets!" "May truth flourish out of the eartb, and "-l^bteoiisness -°°k down from heaven!" " UNCLE SAM'S A HUNDRED." Oh, ye Powers! what a roar. Such was never heard before — Thundering from shore to shore: " Uncle Sam's a hundred!" Cannon boom and trumpets bray, Fiddles squeak and fountains plsy— *Tis his great Centennial day — " Uncle Sam's a hundred!" Stalwart men and puny boys, Maids and matrons swell the noist, Brery baby lifts its voice: * Upcle Rr»m's a hundred!" THE DIME CEKTEKKIAL SF&AKK&. Nervous folks who dote on quiet, Through they're half distracted by f£, Can't help mixing in the riot: " Uncle Sam's a hundred!" Brutes that walk and birds that Sy> On the earth or in the sky, Toin the universal cry: 11 Uncle Sam's a hundred 1" Well, suppose he is — what then? Don't let's act like crazy men. Must we take to fooling when " Uncle Sam's a hundred!" There he stands — our modern SaaS*-~* Head and shoulders above all; Yet, (i Pride goes before a fall,'" E'en though one's a hundred "■ What's a hundred in our day?" Foreign Uncle Sams will say; K Let us sit and watch and play — He is but a hundred. i Granted he's a shapely youth — Fair and ruddy — } r et forsooth! He's too young — and that's the tnrtfel Only just a hundred. u When he's twice as old, pardie! 'Twill be easier to foresee What will be his destiny. Now he's but a hundred. 8 When he's played his boyish pranfei Should he seek to join our ranks We'll reflect. But now — no thanls^i Why, he's but a hundred!" Yes, our uncle's years are few; He is young — the charge is true; lM us keep the fact in view, Though he counts a. hundred THE DIME CENTENNIAL SFEASB3L BS. Don't let's tempt him to ignore Warnings that, have gone before; Perils both by sea and shore, Now that he's a hundred. Let us strive with earnest heazt Each of us to do his part, So that he may 'scape the smart, Seeing he's a hundred. And with solemn, grateful thought Of the deeds that he has wrought, Guided, cherished, favored, taught, Till he's reached a hundred. Let us, as we vaunt his worth, Mingle soberness with mirth, While we shout to all the earth.' " Uncle Sam's a hundred!" CENTSt&NLAL ORATION.*— Henry Armitt Brown. The conditions of life are always changing, and the exped- ience of the fat] vers is rarely the experience of the sons. Thf temptations which are trying us are not the temptations which beset their footsteps, nor the dangers which threaten our path- way the danger? which surrounded them. These men were few in number; we are many. They were poor, but we are rir.h. They we*e weak, but we are strong. What is it, ecuntrymen, th/».t we need to-day? Wealth? Behold it u fi'T, hands. Power? God hath given it j^ou. Liberty? I b kui birthri/riit. Peace? It dwells amongst you. Yo k?ve a Government founded in the hearts of men, built bj the people for the common good. You have a land flowing with milk and hone} r ; your homes are happy, your workshops busy, you*- barns are full. The school, the railway, the tele- graph, the printing-press, have welded you together into one. Descend those mines that honeycomb the hills! Behold that * From the oration delivered upon the occasion of the Centennial Ac niversary of the nie«ting of the first Colonial Congress in Oarpanter'a Hall, Philadelphia H TEX DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, commerce whitening every sea! Stand by yon gates and set mat multitude pour trough them from the corners of the earth, grafting the qualities of older stocks upon one stem mingling the blood of many races in a common stream, and swelling the rich volume of our English speech with varied music from an hundred tongues. You have a 'ong and g'.ori- "us history, a past glittering with heroic deeds, an ance*"*"! 11 of lofty and unperishable examples. You have paat** irough danger, endured privation, been acquainted w\th s& t dw, been tried by suffering. You have journeyed in safety through the wilderness and crc«sed in triumph the Red Sea of civil strife, and the foot of Him who .«d you hath not faltered nor the light of His countenance been turned away. It is a question for us now, not of the founding of a new government, but of the preservation of one already old; not of the formation of an independent power, but of the purifi- cation of a nation's life; not of the conquest of a foreign foe, but of the subjection of ourselves. The capacity of man to .rule himself is to be proven in the days to come, not by the greatness of his wealth; not by his valor in the field; not by the extent of his dominion, nor by the splendoi of his genius. The dangers of to-day come from within. The worship of self, the love of power, the lust for gold, the weakening of faith, the decay of public virtue, the lack of private worth — these are the perils which threaten our future; these are the enemies we have to fear; these are the traitors which infest the camp ; and the danger was far less when Cataline knocked with his army at the gates of Rome, than when he sat smil- ing in the Senate House. "We see them daily face to face; : n the walk of virtue; in the road to wealth; in the path to ftunor; on the way to happiness. There is no peace between tern and our safety. Nor can we avoid them and turn back. »t \s not enough to rest upon the past. No man or nation can oUxnJ still. We must mount upward or go down. We must grow worse cff better. T t is the Eternal law — we can not change it. The country that is opening is all our own. The years UuU lie before us are a virgin page. We can inscribe them ■ft ire will. The future of our country rests upon us; the THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 93 happiness of posterity depends upon us. The fate of hu- manity may be in our hands. That pleading voice, choked with the sobs of ages, which has so often spoken to deaf ears, is lifted up to us. It asks us to be brave, benevolent, con« sistent, true to the teachings of our history, proving " divine descent by worth divine." It asks us to be virtuous — build- ing up public virtue by private worth; seeking that righteous- ness which exalteth nations. It asks us to be patriotic — lov- ing our country before all other things; her happiness our happiness, her honor ours, her fame our own. It asks us, in the name of justice, in the name of charity, in the name of freedom, in the name of God. My countrymen, this anniversary has gone by forever, and my task is done. While I have spoken, the hour has passed from us; the hand has moved upon the dial, and the old century is dead. The American Union hath endured an hundred years* Here on this threshold of the future, the voice of humanity shall not plead to us in vain. There shall be darkness in the days to come; danger for our courage; temptation for our virtue; doubt for our faith; suffering for our fortitude. A thousand shall fall before us, and tens of thousands at our right hand. The years shall pass beneath our feet, and century follow century in quick succession. The generations of men shall come and go; the greatness of yesterday shall be forgotten; to-day and the glories of this noon shall vanish before to-morrow's sun; but America shall not perish, but endure while the spirit of our father's ani- mates their sons. THE END. STANDARD RECITATIONS. CONTENTS OF No. 25. Price, 12 cents by mail ; i. and 2 cent stamps taken. A Bachelor. By Edgar I. Brenner 31 A City Incident. George Ban- croft Griffith 20 A Noble Mind in a Grand Body 38 A Paraphrase of Seneca. By Eugene Field 17 A Picture. By H. Antoiue D'Arcy 15 After Death in Arabia. Sir Edwin Arnold 8 An Old Temperance Poem... 29 Batyushka. T. B. Aidrich....l5 Ballad of the Bloody Brook. By Edward Everett Rale. .. 3 Boys, Go Home . . . . 25 Comfort One Another .44 Crying for the Moon . .35 Death Carol. Walt. Whitman 19 Evil of Duelling. By Lyman Beecher ..12 Extract from "How I Con- sulted the Oracle of the Goldfishes." James Russell Lowell 10 Parmer Kent's Parson. Mar- garet Holmes. .40 Pound Dead. By Sarah T. Bolton ..26 Good-by Er Howdy-do f J. Whitcomb Biley .-. ...42 Have Patience 44 If. By Anstisa W. Curtiss. . . 46 Illusions. By E. A 36 In Eulogy of Water.. By Emory St orrs 8 Moral Power of Public Opinion. Daniel Webster 20 No National Greatness With- out Morality. By W. E. Channing 45 Nobiiity 43 Old Boys. George W. Bungay 39 Our Lady of tho Mine .'34 One of the Multitude. By Margaret Veley 4? " Our Times not Degenerate.'" By (.'has. Emoiy Smith. ... 5 Patient Mercy Jones. By James T. Fields 13 Remembrance of Wrongs. Ruf us (. hoate 10 Royalty. Thomas S. Collier. 7 The Skeleton Soldier. Mrs. Pintlley Braden ... .. 33 The Stones of Manhattan. By Willis Fletcher Johnson.. 34 The Two Brothers. By B. E. E. 9 The King's Daughters 21 The Centre of Gravity ...22 The Four Princes. Arthur G. 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