The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-06-19

1u;.Led Visitors-SecOud Days IRE
ceediuxs-ArrivnI Of the President-
military ReView-Grant az the Cell
,eum-The Musical ProEramue-
Thirty Tbousand sIrnngers in Bes'
ton.
Especial Correspondence of the Register
BOSTON, June 18th, 1869.
DEAR REGISTER. The Inauguration
ceremonies of the Peace Festival have
been carried on to-day in the happiest
manner. Early this morning the COM
mittee of Arrangements, aware how
much the success of any enterprise de-
nends on the manner in which the Press
treat it, invited its representatives to
meet them at the Coliseum. Here they
were cordially welcomed by short
speeches from two Of the Aldermen and
the Mayor on behalf of the city and
then conducted to the headquarters as
signed the reporters in the building
where very handsome "spread" was
awaiting them of which they were in
vited to partake. Numberless courtesies
have been shown the quill-drivers from
abroad, and their newspaper brethren
here are doing their "little utmost" to
make them at home. Curtis Guild, of
the Bulletin, a live Boston paper, read
the following lines entitled a "Welcome
to the Press,p which was enthusiastic
cally received:
Come, North and South and East and West,
And moet cordial greeting;
Once moro beneath the sway OF peace,
The nations heart is beating.
No more upon the trembling wires
The news of war is flying .Hr.
No more our pleasant fields are strewn
With CORY dead and dying.
flushed is wars tumult-Summer gales
The notes Of peace are blowing,
And Ger our heads-GOd grant 1t long
The Union stars are glowing
Across the prairie's broad expanse,
The iron bands that span it,
Brings California's greeting to
New Englands hills of granite.
Names forests, Pennsylvania plains,
The shores the lakes are leaving,
Tho garden lands meath Southern skies,
Where orange groves are waving,
Break forth in one harmonious chant,
A glorious h0sannah!
Let us have peace and unity
Beneath our c0untry's banner.
Ye wielders Of tho mighty power,
That sways both prince and peasant
May all your ways DO those Of peace,
And all your paths be pleasant.
Praise we the pen, that trenchant wand
Our best, cur last endeavOr,
To WELD with honor, that the true
ArChimodean lever.
And thus we pray, while in rude rhyme
This welcome warm is spoken
UNITED HRARTs-UNITED STATES
GoD KEEP THE CHAIN UNBRoKES.
Montgomery Field, Esq, the popular
manager of the Boston Museum, invited
them to visit his theatre, and many
other little acts of kindness were shown
them.
While the feast of good things were
under discussion in the headquarters, a
rehearsal was in successful progress in
the Coliseum itself. The enormous
chorus were present in full ranks, and
were determined, apparently, to cover
themselves with glory.
At twelve o'clock the building was
cleared and at one the doors were open
ed for the admission of visitors. BY
three, or shortly after, the vast hall was
nearly filled, and the inaugural ceremo-
MES commenced in the presence of an
audience of upwards of twenty thou
sand.
After prayer, and brief addresses by
the Mayor and the Hon. A. II. Rice, the
musical services took place, and the fol-
lowing was the programme:
l. CHoRAL--"God is the castle and defence. -
Luther. with Organ and Orchestral accom-
paniment.)
?. OvERTURE-"Ta "Tannhauser - Mozart.
g. GLORM-From the Twelfth Mass.-Mozart.
Z Solo" Ave Maria. '-GOunOd. Sung by
Madame Parepa Rosa.
(The Violin obiigato by two hundred violinists)
> NATIONAL AIE-"The Star spangled Banner"
IRtermission Of Fifteen Minutes.
FART H.
|. HYMN OF PEACE-(Written for the occasion
by Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes to the music
OF "Kellcr's American Hymn" BY the Cho-
rus, with Organ and full Orchestral aCCompa-
niment.
Angel of Peace thou hast wandered too long
Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of
love-
Come while our voices are blended in song
Fly to our ark like the storm beaten dove
Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove
Speed DER the far sounding billows of song
Crowned with thine Olive-leavcd garland Of love,
Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long
Brothers We meet on this altar of thine,
NIingling the gifts we have gathered for thee,
Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine,
Breeze of the prairie and breath Of the sea-
Meadow and mountain and forest and sea
Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine,
Sweeter the incense we offer to thee,
Brothers once moro round this altar of thine.
Angels of Bethlehem, answer the strain
Hark a new birth song is filling the sky
Loud as the stOrm-wind that tumbles the main
Bid the fall breath of the organ reply
Let the loId tempest of voices reply
Roll its long surge like the oarth'shaking
main
Swell the vast song till il mounts to the sky
Angels of Bethlehem, echo the strain
. OvERTTRE-"W William Tell '-ROssini.
,. .SoSG-"Inhammatus," from the 'Stabat Ma.