The true Democrat., 1855-07-10
MT. GallagheY's Address.

meeting of Little Rock Division No. l3O, & TT held in their hall, July 4th, 1855, on motion Uo Geo. A. Gallagher was unanimously requested 'iSrnish a copy of his address. which had just beer g5i;,,srcd in the Senate Chamber, for publication ,rhirb request was compiled with, and the following '! t%a address E. P. GAINES, R. S.. pt r.n,rs AND GENTLEMEN-BRoTHERs:
 Aces ago, where the blue Egean laves, with ;+s Iimpid waters, the classic shores of Attlca there stood temple, erected by people fam od in song and story, and dedicated to the God Jess of Liberty. Sculptors graced it with the models of their art-poets sang its praises III +ones in sweetness and harmony never yet IT, yaled. and orators drew from its inspirations the highest figures of their most impasSloned de- clamations; and there it stood raising It's proud summit to the skies and seeming to old suc- cessful defiance to the winds and rams of hea- ven, and the nation that had erected It, with pride gazed upon 1t, tondly believing It and their own destinies to be immortal.
 Rut time has changed, aud they with it, That temple and that natlon have both long c;nco hopn buried beneath the sands both of time and of the earth, and Otho, the Bavarian, now rules with mimic pomp and splendor over an effete race, where erst Socrates and Plato nhilosophized beneath the portcoes of Athens; where Demosthenes but spake and the magic tones of his eloquence aroused natlon to arms, and the blind man of Scio wandered, touching b;s barp to such melodious verse that along the lonq lapse of centuries 1t floats as a dream, awakening the imagination o,the thoughts of the divine harmonic of the spheres But the principle to which that temple was dedicated still lives-lives, Not in the trembling form of erey-hared old age, totterins along with haltng step and slow, but decked with the sun nv smiles of spring, glowing with the hot gush- inc blood of an eternal youth, and time that hut touches with his wand the StateGest monu- ments of human pride, and they crumble into dust-who with remorseless steps wanders OCT the sunny fields of youth and beauty and old are and decrepitude usurp their place; Time, who with his mocking laugh but breathes on nations and they sink into nothingness-Time herself but adds fresher beauty to her cheeks and bows in humility at the altar of liberty an altar not raised with hands, but erected by God himself in the hearts of nations.
 Oh liberty. there is a magic in thy name, and with 1t one can summon spirits from the vastv deep of the mind and they will come at the calling.
 Truly indeed, art thou immortal Thou hast wandered of old amid the vine clad hills of Greece, when she was the Greece of the poet. the orator and the philosopher, and thou vert young, Thou hast wandered along the banks of the yellow Fiber when Rome was the moth CT of natious and thou vert still voungi Thou didst wander with our fathers of old amidst the fertile plains and umbrageous forests of Europe and thou vert still young
 And when the Genoese paced the deck of his Shattered bark, and the stars with softtwink- ling lustre, glmmered upon him, as he sailed over an unknown sea, and who, glancing, ever and anon at his worn out companions, yet thought not of rest--nOr the golden sands of the Gualdaquiycr, nor of the olive hills of his own dear Italy O. dearer Spain, nor cen of chidhoods happy hours; but dreaming awake of that undiscovered land; and when the glad cry Gf land, land, broke upon his enraptured ear, the fultIlment of his prophetic vision, and his great heart leaped with joy at the realiza- ton, (for Columbus had gained a new land for Castile and Leon-aye, and all men) thou, oh genius of lbertyi was by his side, and didst, with thy prophetic vision, see thysefin in the fu- ture "throned in the west' by the young giant upon whose shoulders the weight of Atlas could be EOrne and who was tobecome thy protect or and thy shield.
 And here thou livest with no ancient eagle of Rome or standard of Greece waving OCT thy head, but under noblcr and better tlag-.our own stars and stripes-and wherever the foot of civilized man has trod, and on every sea, that broad banner Is floating on the breeze--the en- bem of hope-of liberty to man.
 Oh cfe star spanged banner, long may it wave Ger the land of the free and the home of the brave- And we as humble followers of that glorious flag, have here gathered together to celebrate in simple manner, this, the birthday of our country.
 And dead must be his heart to the true love of his country, who does not leave behind him, for this day at feast, all fanaticsm and bitter ness of heart, and with humble and thankful spirit gather together here to offer up our thanksgiving to the Creator, on this, the happi- est day that ever broke upon the nations since the star of Bethlehem rising OCT the sea of Ga- Glee bid the whole earth rejoice at the in- canation of God-and from the shores of the Atlantic to where the Pacific laves the golden sands of CalitOrna-from the lakes of the north to where Mexico crowns our southern borders with perpetual verduIe, as the sun rose this day, he was greeted, amidst the loud booming of artillery, with the joyous accamations of free people,
 We are not of the past, but of the present, and although
 These are days of fact not fable
 Of knights out not of the round table:
 Of BaIie Jarvies not Rob Roys-
 Yet let us throw aside, for the present at least the turmolS and cares of every-dav life and commune together in harmony on this our natal day; for 1 envy not the heart of that man no matter how much engaged in the affairs of life--no matter how much he may be embtfer- ed with his neighbor, that will not cast sncb feelings aside on this day. and with fnll heart and souI thankful for the blessings we now en- joy, both say and feel that he belongs t to the l great brotherhood of man. Nations, like individuals, are accns+o,ooa +o celebrate, with praise and rejoicings certain d.rs or events that have transpired in their bistor,, and which, from the glory or happiness thev re ' call, deserve to be marked with white stone
 To the true American, no day in his nation,s history so great, no day so suspicious or so wor. thy of remembrance, no day so well calculated when our minds have become deeply embitter. ed with political strife, as the present, when we can forget such things and gathering together to call over and ponder upon the merits and glo- riOus deeds of our ancestry-sink the partizan into IL, l+loo