Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1825-08-02

disappear, and as it fades away before
the sunbeams of intelligence and pat
riotism, you behold upon its bosom the
rainbow signal of returning peace, arch
ing up to declare that there is no dan
ger.
! AND now it is no vain speech, to say,
the eyes of the world have been long
upon us.-For nearly fifty years we
have run the glorious race of empire.
Friends have gazed in fear, and foes in
scorn; but fear is lost in Joy, and scorn
is turning to wonder. The great crper-
imem has succeeded. Mankind be-
hold the spectacle of a land, whose
crown is wisdom, whose mitre is pu-
rity, whose heraldry Is talent; land,
where public sentiment is supreme,
and where every man may erect the
pyramid Of his own fair fame. They
behold, they believe, and they will i'm
itate. The day is coming, when thrones
can no longer be supported by parch-
ment rolls. 1t is not leaf of writing,
signed and sealed by three frail, NOR
tai men, than can forever keep down
suffering millions; these will rise! they
will point to another scroll; to that, of
whose bold signers our THREE remain;
our THREE, whose "alliance" was, in
deed "holy" one, for it met the appro-
wing smile Of Holy God!
Many must suffer defeat, and many
must taste of death, but freedoms bat
tie will yet be fought and won. AS
heaven unbinds the intellect Of man, his
own right arm will rescue his body.
Liberty will yet walk abroad in the gar
dens of Europe. Her hand will pluck
the grapes OF the south, her eye will
warm the snow drifts OF the north
The crescent will go down in blood, :
from that "bright cline of battle and
Of song," for which HE died, that noble
Briton, that warrior bard, who raised
his generous arm like LAFAYETTE, who
struck his golden Tyre to Lafayette's
great LEADER
And to this young land will belong
the praise. The struggling nations
point to our example, and in their own
tongues repeat the cheering language
ofour sympathy. Already when mas
ter spirit towers among them, they call
him-their WAsHINeToN. Along the
foot of the Andes, they breathe in graf
itude the name Of CLAY;-by the ivy
buried ruins of the Parthenon, they
bless the eloquence Of WEBSTER.
FELLOW CITIZENS, my imperfect task
is ended. | have told you an old tale,
but you will forgive that, for it is one
of your country's glory. You will for
give me that | have spoken of the sim
pie creatures who were here from the
beginning, for it was to tell you how much
had been wrought for you by PIETY:
you will forgive me that l have fingered
round the green graves of the dead, for
it,was to remind you how much had
been achievd for you by PATRIOTISM.
Forgive me, did l say? Would you
have forgiven me, if had not done
this Could !, ought !, to have wasted
| this happy hour in cold and doubtful
! speculation, while your bosoms were
bounding with the holy throb Of graf
itude? Oh !no!-it was not for that you
came up hither. The groves of learn
ing, the halls of wisdom, you have de-
serted; the crowded mart, the cham
bers of beauty, you have made solita-
ry-that here, with free, exulting vol
ces, before the only throne at which
the free can bend, your hearts might
pour forth their full, gushing tribute
to the benefactors of your country.
On that country heavens ighest
blessings are descending. would
not, for l need not, use the language of
imitation; but the decree has gone forth;
and as sure as the blue arch of creation
is in beauty above US, so sure will it
span the mightiest dominion that ever
shook the earth. Imagination cannot
outstrip reality, when it contemplates
our destinies as people. Where ma
ture slept in her solitaryloveliness, viii
lagos, and cities, * states, have smiled
into being. A gigantic nation has been
DOTU. LdUOul oHu alt oiS odSihAhSS
and science is exalting, the land that
religion sanctiied, and liberty redeem
ed. From the shores TO the noun
tains, from the regions of frost to the
vaIlies Of eternal spring, myriads of
bold and understanding men are unit
ing to strengthen government of their
own choice, and perpetuate the insti-
tutions of their own creation.
The germe waited over the ocean,
has struck its deep root in the earth,
and raised its high head to the clouds.
Man looked in scorn, but Heaven beheld and
blessed
Its branch glories, spreading DER the West.
No summer guade, the wonder of day,
Born but to bloom, and then to fade away,
A giant oak, it lifts its lofty form
Greens in the sun and strengthened in the
storm.
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