The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1853-06-29
Columbian Literary Club.


Columbian Literary Club.
The second anniversary Of this Club celebrate
last evening" at the Hope Chapel Broadway, large ant
highly spectacle audience being present Dodworth'
band was in attendance and performed several popul
airs.
The exercises Of the evening were commenced By al
address from Mr. Boyd President of the Club in which
he took Q Retrospective glance at the various event
which had transpred since the last celebration of tn
Club Fitting alusion also made to the progress
the day, exemplHed in the application of physica
powers to the convensnce and benefit of the community
Music" TimotheM Quick Step" streck.
Mr.. j. KEzsE followed by recitDg, amidst great ap
plause and laughter, the following able poem =
PREsTEMUs"- US EXCEL.
Nv themes Prnstemus-let us all excel
Ills echoed sure by hearts that wish we'll,
Who greet with their welcome presence here,
And bid us speak, for we have nouRht to fear.
Nothing to fear where is the critic 8 frownY
Where Is the silent shrug that shakes the TOWN.
look around TO meet the cersor'a sneer,
But gentle tones of kndIess greet mine ear
Ard our Hope Chapel, gallery, dome and aisle,
Reflects the light that beams from beauty's SMILE
Our motto Is OLward.-in the race Of life
AL must be train ed and ready for the strife.
The prize is honor station, wealth, and fame,
The poets wreath, the pat lots hallowed name,
A merchant prince our city honest pride,
And Heaven forbid!) alderman beside
Gaze on the past our history there Is secure,
Our legacy Of freedom . fixed and sure.
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And whole land is lit by freedoms sum-
Our banners stream, our csnnons far resound.
And Ell nth bears witness Uncle Sans around
The memory Of our fathers guard still;
The deeds of YorktOwns plains and Bunker Hill
End their PIe temus .shng from each gun,
Until, nation born, shO we'd freedoms won
Yes, gentle friends, this legacy is ours
Theirs was the briary path, we pluck the flowers
They sowed the seed and We the harvest reap,
And ga,nered here their golden memories keep.
Flag If our country never may your stars
Pale in their lustre from aggressive wars,
Dew c<vSn hoo< haDb %I,n
When stretched to crush the iuage of his God.
But to the present. Upon every strand
Where foatB the banner OF our native land
The names Of poets, artists. statesmen, claim
Respect and honor the scroll of fame.
Channipgs pure dction on MS classic page
Will live forever, prized by every age;
Bancroft still keeps the records Of the past
In living letters that will ever last:
Bry ants pure verse in Natures mirror slime,
And Haleck's genius CLOVIS in every line;
Astop's historic truth the canvass breathes;
Durands bright chsplet is Of forest leaves;
Meath Inmans pencil every feature gloss,
And Po~e Greek Slave expresses ali her woes!
Our Ship Of State, with Wisdom at the helm,
Bears proudly on the greatness Of our realm.
But where's Ioe crew. Alas! we must deplore
Those voices hushed which rang from shore to shore
Calhoun, whose honest pen and matchless truth
beacon shines to guide future youth
Who in the Senate stood among the first,
Ard ne betrayed his country, fame or trust
Who, when diseased had bowed his towering form,
Stood brave pilot mid the impen ding storm,
And the last flashing Of that brilliart
Was like his glorious rise-his work done.
And DER an hopored grave affection weeps.
South Carolina mourns her gifted son;
Ard who can fill his place alas, not one.
The sound Of mourning riggs throughout our land
And death bas struck the noblest OF that band
Who shaped Coumba's pillas bid them rise
And read his history in nations eyes
Who're youth and manhood, and advancing age,
Shed broad light upon his count US page
Who fir ched when battling for the right
Whose clarion tones rang clearest in the fight.
Immortal Clay! while memory holds q fest
In hearts like ours-aye, when they cease to beat
While freedom holds q resting spot earth
The world will mourn the land that gave thee birth
VIII point to thee in every distant day.
And bid her future statesmen copy Clay.
But one remained Of that illustrous three
All eyes were turned, great Webster unto thee;
Thy wisdom, eoquence and massive SOUL
Throughout borders held wide control
The patiop's welfare throboirg at Thy breast
Thou sought mid Marshfeds shades repose and rest,
There the destroyer and round the statemans bed
Friends came in my RAIDS ere the spirit fled.
Thy country, all thy country filed thy heart
In that DR.. al hour when called with life to part.
Thou art gone to join again thy great compeefs
And leave behind Ame1ics in tesrs
Webster thy rame noon the roll Of men
VIII live forever; thy immortal pen,
Which stamped its impress on this favored age,
Will shed a lustre on the brightest pagei
Thy country points to With exu)tiDg pride
Her last great Light went out when Webster died.
Clay, Calhoun, Websser-time rolls on amaip,
Ages will come and pass but rot thy like again.
Americas great heart within her iDmost
Blteds for her sons her sons that are
westward the star Of empire takes its wayl"
Prophetic Berkeley, hsdst thou lived to this day
Inou'O seen a land which The great oceans lave,
Where Freedom sits entbroned, Oppression finds grave.
PIastDus, my theme famil ar grows
I'll look around and zee how Gotham gees
Our democratic city seems less fierce
Since casting IT'S great vote for franklin Pierce.
He with i'm partial hand deals out the crumbs,
And some get places, Others bic their thumbs,
And murmur loud against the States anointed,
For those he don't appoint are disappointed
And crowds of those who fain would serve the State
Besiege the custom house to know their fate,
In Wall street daily bully, drink az d hector,
And Try 10 catch glimpse OF the Colle;tor
While the fast boys lament the time he takes,
And beg the Judge to hurry up them cakes.o
Bet let us turn 10 brighter themes than these;
On every side, with banners to the breeze
Onr ships, Ike mighty giants, guard our strand,
Where sits New Ycrk-queen OF the western land.
Her merchant princes known throughout the earth,
With no ADVANTAGES Of blood or birth,
Sustain her honor and uphold her Dare.
Where on the trade vince, the birds OF fame.
Our gallant steamers, nt eter than the wind,
sell on end leave com petitors behind;
Fen John Bun victor for q thousand years,
in sight of CowesN Is conquered by our STEERS
But Johns philanthropy doubt,
Forgetting serfs a. hon for slaves sithout,
And in his cottage alirbc world doth know,
Bends bis 81 eat knee to Mrs. Beecher Stove.
AT stsfTord House she micgles with the ton,
And there copfepial hovers the Black gnu:
But seel BENEATH our cit rs summer skes,1
Sparkling aud brig our Crystal Palace rise.
Here taste ard tkill from many foreign strand
Awbt the prize that genius command.
Here Ia nting sculpture and The sister arts,
With fabrics cen from Asia 4 distant marts
10 nary phase Of beauty blend and meet
The high award for wnicb they all compete
Cbina's Ingenious sons dsp5y their art,
And IN our Industrial Congress bear a part;
Russis aEd Prussia Austria ard Sfain.
serd their liab fabrics DER the Atlantic main;
The tasteful induetry OF gallant France
Ecllpses cen The gories Of her lance,
Ard in peaceful field contends with those
Who in the worlds great she met az foes.
While the great land from whence our fathers came
sends ne, 10 repI sseDt her Island qua en-
One Of her court. cb!e 10 yapk and Io.in,
usr sons Of science " attend her tysip,