Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1852-05-24
.KossU.lu,s SPEECH AT BUNKER HILL

kossu;h was escorted blythe authorities
Of Boston TO glorious Old BUNKER" where
he was received by Mayor Frothingham
| in tasteful speech. Ten thousand peo,
pie were present. We subjoin his addres:
upon that OCCASION:
My voice shrinks from the task TO min.
gle with the awful pathos Of that majestic
orator, (pointing 10 the monument. 81,
lent like the grave, and yet melodious like
the song Of Immortality upon the lips ol
cherubm-a senseless, cold granite, and
yel warm with inspiration like patriots
like the past, and YET
stirring like the future, which never stops,
it looks like a prophet and speaks like oil
oracle. Cheers. And thus it speaks:--
"The day commemorate is the rod
with which the hand Of the Lord has open.
ed the well Of liberty. Its waters will
flow; every new drop Of martyr blood will
increase the tide. Despots may dam It's
flood but never stop it. The higher its
dam the higher the tide; i, will overflow or
will break through. Bow, and adore, and
hope"
Such are the words which como to my
ear-and bow, l adore, | hope.
In bowling, my eyes meet the soil OF
Bunker Hill-,ha, awful opening scene OF
the eventful drama TO which Lexington aud
Concord had been the preface.
The spirit of the past rise before my eyes.
see Richard Gridley hastily planning the
entrenchments. hear the blunt sound Of
the pickaxe and spads in the hands Of the
Patriot band. hear the patrols sny that
"All is WE'LL" see Knowlton raising his
line Of rail fence, upon which soon the
guns will test that the bullets may prov g
10 their message true. / see the tall CONS
manding form Of Prescott marching leisure
ly around the parapet, inaaming the tired
patriots with the classical words that those
" ho had the merit of the labor should have
the honor OF the victory. see Asa Pos
land fall the first victim Of that immortal
day; see the Chaplain praying over him;
and now the roaring of cannon from ships
and from batteries, and the blaze of the
burning town, and the thrice renewed
storm and the persevering defence, till
powder was gone and but stones remained;
and see Warren telling Elbridge Gerry
that it is sweet and fair to die for the faith
erland; see him lingering in his retreat,
and, struck in the forhead, fall on the
ground; and Pomeroy, with his shattered
musket in his brave hand, complaining that
he remained unhur, when Warren had to
die, and see all the brave who fell un-
named, unnoiiced and unknown, the name.
less corner-stones Of American lndepend-
ence. Cheers.
All the spiri. Of that most eventiui VIC
tory. under the name of defeat see
them all; the eyes OF my soul are 'famil-
lar with the spirits of martyrs Of liberty.
But those see around me have no sad,
ghostly look; they bear no gushing wounds
CRYING for revenge TO the Almighty God;
the smile Of eternal bliss is playing around
their lips, and though dwellers OF Heaven.
they like TO visit the place whore their
blood was split; it was not split in vain
their falherland is free; and there is a JOY
in that thought, adding ever new charms
even to the happiness Of blessed souls
As the fabulous divinities of ancient Greece
like to the rest from The charms Of Heaven
on Mount Olympus, SO must the spirit Of