New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1857-07-28

Eagle whether we consider mini 0rnltnOio8lcai'y'
metaphoricay, oratorically, heraldcally POLITICALLY
or enthusiastically, that fierce gray bird, with a
bending beak, is in our opinion, to speak COLO
qually, zone of the birds" We like to recognize
him everywhere-upon his native cliff, upon the
flag Of our country and upon the coin Of this Dem
ocratc realm. He is respectable even upon the new
cent, where he appears like dying quail; he is
royal upon the golden coin to which he gives his
name; he ia imperial upon those pieces having the
strength of Xxx. Thus considering all other birds
to be mere titmice and sparrows in comparison
with the Bird of our Country, it affords US the
purest patriotic pleasure to behold him upon all oc-
cs.ions spread to the utmost latitude and longl-
tide, and measuring from the tip OF one wing to
the tip of the other, from the beak to the claws,
the greatest possible number of feet. When thus
tru.sed, as if for broiljng, We see in
him an emblem which Quarles might have
envied not only Of the spread of our
beloved country, but Of the broils in which we
must be engaged before we can spread to toler-
able extent. Especially are We pleased to notice
the dation of our beloved bird in Great Britain.
In TINT island, whenever he can contrive to roost
there, it is particularly bis duty to swell. We
despise lion We know that all lions are COW.
ards, and that their natural way Of carrying their
tails is between their legs. We know that every
pin feather and tail-feather of our eagle carries
dismay to the leOnine heart. We have with child
ish glee seen the craven beast stirred up by the
keeper Of menagerie pole in band-how much
more delightful to behold him in the land Of his
adoption, Aouted to his very name BY our own
native fowl
We have been betrayed into these natural and
national reflections by noticing that at the dinner Of
American merchants in Liverpool upon the last
blessed Fourth of July that ever was, gentleman
by the name of Train-he ought hereafter 10 be
called Lightning Marlborough out our bird and
put him through his flights in a way which justly
entities the exhibitor to be called the Van Amburgh
Of eagles. At that banquet we were in bad way
for little while. Prof. Morse, Mr.. Dallas, Mr..
Haw thorne, and other well.known Americans, had
sent their regrets and their toasts-some dry and
some buttered-in envelopes. Captain Hudson of
the Niagara was present. but that gentleman, albeit
an incarnate man.Of.war, declined to fire broad.
side, and contented himself with making modest
speech. Our eagle was actually beginning to
moult, but when the toast " Our Country" was
given, Mr.. Train of Boston was instantly upon
bis legs. and was after that lion in the twinkhng
of an eye. In a second the quadru2ed was foored.
Talk about boarding Why, that animal was down
to the degree that be will never get mp again. The
lions in Daniels den must have been in low
spirits when they found themselves hungry,
instead of having prophet for supper as they
had expected; but we can tel the reader
that those lions were as light hearted as
children at play, in comparison with their
British brother upon the Fourth of July in Liver
pool Shall we give specimens of the incantations
which finished the monsteri
Mr.. Train began by saying that our country
" had stamped her own eulogy on every tree and
=" shrub and river throughout our broad domain. v
This posed the lion at once. He had done little
stamping himself, but be had never stamped his
own euloey" on q shrub or river. Mr.. Train said
that his powers of speech had been overrated.
Here the lion took courage, and showed signs OF
life. But" said our champion, " our country
expects every man to do his duty" Second knock
down for Columbia.) Hereafter our knight-errant
had it all bis own way, and if he did revel little
in rich imagnatons and become intoxicated upon
the fancies of which he was so exhaustless q
fountain, who can censure him For instance,
the coldly critical might ask what he meant by
saying: " How the blood rushes through our veins
ss we listen to the stor-spangled music of uni.
yersa unity =" We should like to ask whose
blood would not rush through his veins when he
heard =" star-spangled music ~
We have space only for q single extract from this
noble speech. Mr.. Train, who is the very Wander
ing Jew of patriots, thus let the lion know that he
had in his time seen thing or two:
"hr. Chairman, whether looking at the crater down
deep in the bowels of vesuvus, or gazing on the Ro-
man world from the dome Of st. Peters-bathing 10
the river Jordan, or cuing flowers in the garden Of
Gethsemane- the pickaxe two hundred feet be-
Ow the earth surface on the
he delta and the desert five hundred feet above from
he pyramid of Understanding in company with
emu and kangaroo on the shores of Botany Bay, or
roaming over the ground trod by Sir John Franklin
IN Tasmania-worshiping nature IN the pnmeval
forest at Burtenzorg, in Java, where the tomb Of
the arden Of Eden, or surrounded by Ladrone pirates
at the mouth of the Ysnk-tsek ang as the typhoon
went us toward the shore-takng silks and with
the merchant princes Of Canton, or comorant fishing at
Foo-cbow. wandering over the Mount of Olives
standing on the Leaning Tower 81 Pisa walking
tbe Hoeglys banks as the Sepoy army received Lord
Canning listening to Louis Napoleon as he talked of
American railways and his New York life at the TUT
ere or bearing the deafening cheers that rang along
The lines when the boy Emperor of Austria rode
through the ranks on the anniversary of the birthday
of Maria Theresa--a pageant that occurs but once in
hundred years: no matter where the tide OF fortune
takes me-apd have seen all lands, and heard all
tongues in my one hundred and fifty thousand miles of
rambling our country stands out in bold relief the