American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-06-28

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of the reflections 10 which the occasion naturally
led partcularly when consideredin connection win
lis effects on other nations He dellneated win inc
OF the statesman and the eioquence
of the orator, the present political state OF Europe
the bearings of the political question which Is there
at present agitaled and the controlling power whch
Providence has assigned TO this country over me
civilized world. He concluded by urging the nign
patriotism, the devoted love OF country, to whch
these considerations naturally melted u.s. The al
dress was delivered in clear and audible tones oil
voice, aud with great effect, Notwithstanding The
orator labored under the fierce blaze OF the sun
pouring the whole time directly upon his uncovered
head. The bursts of applause often compelled MN
to pause, and the conclusion was followed by long
and continued cheers.
The following hymn, by the Rev. Jas. Flint,
written for the occasion, was then sung
Tune 81. .Mrans."
o glorious day that saw the array
Offreemen in their might,
When here they stood, unused to blood,
Yet dared tn unequal fight
The sons are met own the debt
Due TO their fathers fame;
And here they place the columns base
To bear their deathless name.
IT'S not that here the victors cheer
Rung DER the falling foe
The life-blood's gushing flow
The pledge here given to earth and heaven,
Freemen live or die
This gives their fame its sacred claim
To Immortality.
To God who wled state to build,
Based on the rights of man,
Glory give, who this day live
To hail TIL accomplished plan.
A concluding address to The throne Of grace was
Offered BY the Rev. James Walker; after which,
the following Ode was sung
Tune-"Te Mariners Of England"
WIS hangs the sword unbonoredf
Why sleeps the weary gun,
And why your eagle fold his wing,
As if deaths work were done
1t is, that on this sacred hill
Your gallant fathers bled,
And your shore
Never
Shall bear the hostile tread
Then treasure I'LL lifes latest hour
The memory of the dead.
They knew the hour of slavery
Brings ages of despair,
And they cast away the serile chain
For willing slaves TO bear;
Too proud were they TO bend the knee
Till LIES last power was tedi
Then they gave
To the grave
Both the young and hoary head
Oh! treasure till lre's latest hour
The memory OF the dead.
From every grave would start
To welcome now the Nations Friend,
The dear every heart,
The Pilgrim TO their sainted tomb
BY high devotion led,
To declare
And TO share
The honours of the dead
To treasure till his life's last hour
The memory of the dead.
The day went down that evening
In glory and in tears;
But lasting honor crowns them
Through all departing years;
And, now the star of glory burns
Where once those tears were she'd
Let us raise
Songs of praise
In memory of the dead
And treasure till fe's latest hour
The memory of the dead.
The hymns were sung with great solemny, and
the effect increased by an excellent band-The
rich swelling tones of Old Hundred, in particular,
went to the heart, and thrilled every bosom.
The exercises of the battle ground having been
concluded, the guests and those who had furnished
themselves with tickets, we're formed into process
sion, and moved to the summit of Bunker's Hill to