Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-05-17

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The Opening Of the Centennial
Exposition.
Last Wednesday, the 10th day Of
May, A. D. 1876, the first Centennial
Exposition of the United States Of
Ameri:a was opened in Philadelphia to
the public. The ceremony Of the open.
ing of the Worlds great show of the
industries of every day life was COM
menced about half.past ten O'Clock,
when the President of the United States
of fAmerica-Presidont Grant-appear-
ed on the ground at the head Of pro-
cession Of representatives Of govern.
ments Of the worid-fIom Oriental,
European, North and South American
nations officers Of the Government Of
the Republic and citizen soldiers. The
President and suite were welcomed by
Gen. Hawley, President of the Cen
tennial Commission, and Mr.. John
Welsh, President of the Board of FL
nance, and formally received and con-
ductet to chairs on the platform Of the
south front of Memorial Hall, where
the President was to preside over the
ceremonies of the occasion.
A the President was being escorted
to his seat, the orchestra took up
+" " agner's Centennial Inauguration
March," for the composition Of which
the author received $1,000. A vast
multitude had assembled there to see
and to hear.
General Hawley introduced TIE Right
Reverend Bishop Simpson, of the NJ.
L. Church, who delivered the opening
prayer. At the conclusion Of the
prayer the American Poet, Whittier's
Centennial Hymn was sung by the
grand chorus, 1000 voices of the Cen
tennial choral society. The words Of
the hymn are as follows:
Our fathers God from out whose hand
The centuries fall like grains of sand,
We meet to-day, united, free,
And loyal 10 our land and Thee,
To thank Thee ter the era done,
And trust Thee for the opening one.
Here where Of old, BY Thy design,
The fathers spake that word of Thine
Whose echo is the glad refrain
Of rended bolt and falling chain,
To grace our festal time from all
The zones Of earth our guests We call.
Be with US while the New World greets
The Old World thronging all its streets,
Unyeiling all the friuInPhs won
BY art OF toll beneath the sun;
And unto common good ordain
This rivalship Of hand and brain.
Thou who hast here In concord furied
The war flags Of a gathered world,
Beneath our western skies fulfill
The Orient's mission of good will,
And, freighted with Loves golden fleece,
Send back the Argonauts of peace.
For art and labor met in truce,
For beauty made the bride Of use,
We thank Thee, while wIthal we crave
The austere virtue strong to save,
The honor proof to place or gold,
The manhood never bought or sold.
Oh! make Thou US, through centuries long,
In peace secure, in justice strong;
Around our gift of freedom draw
The safeguards of Thy righteous law,
And cast in some diviner mould,
Let ihe new cycle shame the old.
At the close Mr.. John Welsh, Presi-
dent Of the Board of Finance, then
formally presented the buildings to Gen
Jos. K. Hawley, President Of the Cen
ten1ial Commission. At the close of
the address the chorus sang the follow
ing cantata:
From this hundred-terraced height,
Sight more large with nobIer light
Ranges down yon towering years;
Humber smiles and lordlier tears
Shine and fall, shine and fall,
While old voices rise and call
Yonder where the to-and-fro,
Weltering of my Long-Ago,
Moves about the moveiess base,
Fai below my restIng-plsce.
Mayfower, slowly hither flying,
Westward DER yor baking sea,
Hearts within, Farewell, dear England, sigh
ing,
Winds without out dear in vain replying,
Gray-lipp'd waves about thee SHOUTED, cry
ing
"Noi II shall not be!''
jamestown, out of thee
Plymouth, thee-thee, Albiny-
Winter cries: aye freeze away!"
Fever cries: eye bum; away"
Hunger cries: eye starve; awayi'
Vengeance cries: /" Your graves shall \
stay!'
Then old Shapes and Masks Of Things,
Framed like Faiths or clothed like Kings |
Ghosts of Goods once hesbed and fair,
Grown fou! pads in alien air
War, and his most noisy lords,
rongued with 1.-THE and poisoned swords
Error, Terror, Rage, and Crime,
All IN windy night OF time
Cried to me from land and sea
cNol Thou shalt not be 20
Hark!
Huguenots whispering yea in the dark;
Puritsns answering yea in the dark
Yea, like an arrow shot true TO his mark,
Darts through the tyrannous hearts of
Denial,