Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1839-07-25
FOR THE TEL EGRAPH.
SKETCHES OF TRAVEL.
n U NJ B Z r TX.


While pacing its sacred surface, my imag-
inatlon went back to the II, of June, 1875,
and | heard the roar Of cannon and the
shouts of contending armies! saw many
bright bayonet crimsoned, many pow
erful arm laid low. Aud saw young Lib
erly smile though Warren fell. Don't you
think was even proud that my GRANDPA
Their was there. The monument is not yet
completed, and am sorry. 1t seems a
strange fatality, that monument to fame
should linger in this land of freedom. A
Boston poet has suggested, in the following
lines, that the foul bird of Slavery has
perched upon its summit, de(ying any fur
Their progress, aud that it will not ''rise to
meet the sun in his coming" till Slavery is
abolished. Be that as it may, "the last
rays Of the setting sun ingcr and play up
on" a.good many lhings after they have
left the summit of Bunker HI Monu-
ment. 1t is now about 80, and is to be
more than eco feet high.
THE MONUMENT.
10! granite pile on Bunker's sod
Why standest thou unfinished thus
Il moe cry where our fathers irod.
Babel, crulnbIing meath the curse'
IIo! thou that men began to build,
Not counting first the painful cost;
In whom the proverb is fulfilled
CT care and cash by folly lost;
! mind me when this soil for thee
Was broken by the eager spade,
That day The Of liberty
Thy conner stone W ilh shoutings laid.
He said that on the martyrs bones
Thy soaring shaft should proudly stand
And tell forever on It's stones
Tie fame and story of our land
Then Floquence was here-the ,hrong
Stood brealhIeSs on This sacred hill,
As rose 10 God he noble song
Expressive of Il peoples will.
Il change has come-no man may bind
Thy massy bloc $ on hallowed ground.
" no thinks with shame, how lofty mind,
In f:mer grasp, hath SLAVERY bound!
This scorpion thought keeps back the gold
Which should to plant thy top stone pay,
That human blood and bones are sold =
And shoalds thou prate of freedom? NAY!
A kissing only wouldst thou be,
bye-word of our conntrys shame;
,4nd every syllable on thee
Engraved, would f,lsehood still proclaim.
Not thus defy the men of might
Who on this hilltop glory won;
Not thus afIronl the pilgrims sight
Upon this more than Marathon.
Yet--sland thou thus tell.t tale, not
OF heroes slunIb'rng at Thy base
But of the fact that one dear spot
Hypocrisy shall moi Disgrace.
The effect Of visit here is being some
what destroyed by wickedIy digging away
the surface of the hill some ten or fifteen
feet, except large square around the mon
ument, for the purpose of erecting build
ings.
On my return to the city, l visited the
Navy Yard. Till | saw the ships of the
line, had formed no just idea Of the i'm
mense size of "A gun snip. After one
has seen the dreadful instruments of wal
and death here, | have no doubt he will
turn quaker befnre crossing Warren bridge
Every stranger who stops "a hours in
Boston, must be sure to visit the State
House, and go up 10 The top. And then il
he don't have such prospect as he never
had before, let him descend and go imme-
diately to the Massachusetts Hospital and
undergo an operation on the eyes. And
the Common too-but say nothing Ii Is
the very handSomest spot on earth. And
the bright eyed city bellies who promenade
there, give such an entertainment to the
scene. o! you can't think how it makes a
country boy feel to encounter their glances
as he struts along the Mall with a blan
new hat and an elegant cane. (Its being
borrowed has nothing to do with the mat
ter) 1t would be the worst of skepticism
to doubt that every smile he meets is Intend
ed to make him happy. am sorry the
fashion for making bonnets is altered