The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1875-06-28

verdure clad" and apparelled IL strange
light, rejoices' Id a new hope as she listens to
the anthem Of praise which leaps mp in audi
BILE song from grateful valley and purple
mountain peak. and laughs IN her gaiety and
| innocence like q rosy maiden through her
tears. Nor has the lightning and deluge
done harm. The rain aud electricity have
made the ground more pliable and more fer
tile.
In the same way revolutions and conquests
are evils unless they make the political air
more sweet and agreeable, and the generous
soil Of States more literal and productive.
When grim-visage war hath smoothed his
wrDkled front" then it is the task of the vo-
tary Of letters to bring order out of coDfu-
sion, and "out of this interchangeable
pluck this fower-.safety."
IL Is an ancient fable that at certain seasons
Of the year the halcyon broods seven days
on the bosom Of the ocean, nourishiDg her
young, and that during this period the sky
is unvexed by storms. There are also bal
cyon periods IN the history Of States, and at
such times when these "birds of calm sit
on The charmed wave" the great work Of
domestic nurture must be going on, and
men of letters in the performance of high
functions must magnify their Office. It was
in the AuguStoa age Of Rome that the gates
of the temple of Janus were shut, when Wiz.
gil, Horace, and Livy fiourished in the golden
time of the first imperial Cesar.
q" Oh! rise some other such: ---......
| Or all that We have left is empty talk
or old achievements, and despair OF need"
And the moral power Of the poet, orator,
and philosopher are confined to no age or
land. The spirit OF Grecian letters and Gre
clan liberty still walks the world, and her
ilustrious heights are to-day instinct with
the very soul Of grandeur. The proud, I'm.
conquered ghosts Of her warriors, her poets.
her philosophers, her orators, stil haunt the
immortal shores Of Salaries and OF Mara.
thou; The harp Of Homer still stirs the
blood of heroes. The silyery Herodotus
and matchless Tbucydides are the guide and
pattern Of our historians. The Tyre Of
E<cbylus is still sounding the alarm the
trulDpet.tongued Demosthenes, as amidst
the decaying fortunes of his country, is still
| shouting to the hosts that are msrshalled on
the plains Of valor, Of patriotism aye, and
of victory
Such is an imperfect sketch Of but por-
ton of the address. Would that space allow.
ed to give some idea of the genial humor and
warm appreciation with which the orator
spoke of Addison, johnson, and host of
others; and the noble and touching tribute
which he paid to Robert Burns.
In conclusion, he showed with force
and earnestness the Indebtedness OF the
world to the Bible, and congratulated
the young men whom he was address
sing that they had learned that the coasts
of literature towards which they should
most sedulously direct their voyage were not
the beautiful, the ever memorable, but the
degraded shores of Greece and Italy; but the
fairer territories which repose 10 light so
much more unclouded, and breathes an air
so much more sweet and salubrious, and that
have been irrigated not only from the noun.
tains of human genius, but from
| 'Siloas brook that flowed
| Fastby the Oracle Of God"
| . 6. A. C..