New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-07-11
Fourth OF July in Boston.
Correspondence Of The New York Tribune.


BosToS. July ith l-i5
The glorious Fourth has passed for the sixty
ninth time For tie first time in my life ! have
hailed it from the Cradle Of Liberty" amid the
ashes of the fathers and the monuments that speak
of their great struggle and perpetuate their fame
Ny dreams last night were Of the coming day
and this morning woke to the sound OF cannons
and merry pealing bells. Before the sun had r-en
the air was full of spirtstirrng tones that seemed
to osile each other as if intoxicated with gladness
The conscious heavens were populous with clear
bright smiles 80 clear that through the latest dawn
there, twinklef one rosy star a. II unwilling 70 be
shut ont from the earth on 80 festive day. And
the chimes Of old " Christ Church vOlub.e with
the music OF a century, how mellow aud sil. strong
deep and SaXonly they ushcred IN the morn be-
lieve the bones on Cops Hill must have shaken
a little when Yankee Doodle came down from
that old tower and whispered through the grasses
on their graves-and more strongly and iiiully was
the dance Of their dust who sleep under the Christ
Church foor-the Briions. who fell sixty nine
years ago within the circle OF yon battle -nonu-
meni shadow. o how many thrilling and mighty
memories ihrOnged nv heart with the echoes OF this
mornings revelry | saw the Liberty Boys hur-
rving to and fro under the Old Elm that now con
socrates the Common with compressed lips,
strong arms and heroic hearts they gathered around
the Boston Stone" By Fanueil Hall, or IN the
School road that j. Bratile street fought and
fell among the first seeds OF the Revolution Anx
ious but stern faces clustered on Hancock w hart
and at last through the lighto burning Charestown
they saw and sprang upon the Lion while his claws
were vet red with the blood of Concord and Lex
ingion
VAST possible that did not dream-were these
indeed memories of the past, shadows evoked from
history and song and the sacred ,ombs OF the I'm
mortal-and awake looking not upon the Cypress
ion the remonstrance, and the sanguinary conflict,
but on the sun hued and blessed fruits of that hal
lowed age O wonder not that the sons OF the
pilgrims cling To the fathers shrnes-iha they talk
OF this day. and veReraie these deeds from the era
die TO the grave.
Barren Plymouth, and We rude rocky hills OF the
East dcsolaie a. We look 10 the eye OF pomp, there
is music in Your war SCARED fronts, softer, and
wilder. and frccr than tabled Mcmnons. Had |
been a Creator this morning with mortal heart,
would have gathered the host of the Revolution on
one shining cloud that they might see the issue OF
their labor-indced do We know that God did not
permit them 10 hover IN the blue heaven, and smile
on the fields where they fought and fell IL may
be fancy but my keenest delight is built on the
faith that all through the sky those glorious spirits
were difIused-and when the crowds hurried past
me in the s,reets-and the little children looked up
toward the heavens could see not only God :
light and bcnizon, but the approving smiles oi a
Washington glmmering on their brows' W by not
have they not his spirit well God IN their
hearts and will II not hue the eye and the mp that
sparkle and culver with freedom
twas most beautiful sight that this morning ;
sun shone upon The old and young cast by all
their world work and seemed moved by one heart,
to one altar-irom the green fields OF the surround
ing country the hardy yeomen came up TO mingle
with the denizens of the city and with full and ire
pressible souls they worshipped together
They were host singing one song. crowding hiiher
and thither moved by one impulse There was no
ostline no scoiing no rioting, no drunkenness all
things else all thoughts else, were swallowed IN the
WINNINGS 10 freedom. The streets were full, the
Common was full the churches and halls were full
aud liberty the theme OF all hearts. II eushed
out from the lips of orators and from the bosOms OF
ovous thousands il rose IN shout laughter and song
The eye of the merchant prince sparkled to the oc
casion and the beggars ii there was one sparkled
not less There was no dissent of voices, aud the
sound of the multitude, died on the air, was like
the full harmony of an organ. Oh, how guilty did
that Spiiiirc slavc-ship look lying by the thares
town bridge The sides white paint could make
them seemed to glow with blood red shame. al
most wondered why the ocean did not hur II down
TO the unialhomed depths-at least until this day
was past Ii is now past The shadows of night
are over Boston the rockets are cleaning ia the
sky as If they would reach up to the eternal stars
and there is q OF heads and hearts waving 10 aud
fro on the glorious old Common. God bless them :
and help them to keep this day, and all days, with
free, true hearts Some has reproved me for
loving and commenting the South: Can not love
the South and still veneraie the North ! Have
been born and bred among the evergreen OF these
stern old mountains TO forget the place OF my birth
oh mol love the North deeply, truly and ten
Derry for her spirit is my spirit, kindle with her
memories, and glory in her strength but the south
is still the brother of the Father-and. They are
both beautiful the one with its stern granite face.
its snow white hair and blue, Saxon eycs-the other
with lis counienance OF Parlan marble, smiling softly
through the sunny azure. How their deep-set eyes
gaze into each other with kind and intense mean
ing We welded them by Revolution of blood
and tears who would dissolve the Union
Truly yours, {. ID. :.