The Frankfort roundabout., 1886-10-09

Wilkinson to Mapping; east on Wap-
ping to st. Clair, across the bridge to
Second street; east on Second to Shell
by; south on Shelby to Todd; east on
Todd to Main; north on Main to
Second; west on Second to Bridge,
and across the bridge up st. Clair to
the State House square, where it was
disbanded. The grass plot between
the two front entrances to the Capt.
tol grounds had been covered over
with large platform, beautifully
decorated with flags and evergreens,
to which the orator of the day, State
and city officials, and distinguished
visitors were conducted as soon as
the procession was disbanded, when
the following ceremonies took place:
Singing of "Old Hundred" led by
Mr.. S. c. Bull, sr. After which pray
er was offered by the venerable Rev.
Philip s. Fall. Hon. f. H. Taylor.
jr., Mayor, then introduced Judge
VIM. Lindsay, who delivered the adj
dress Of welcome, after which Gov.
j. Proctor Knott introduced Col.
John Mason Brown, of Louisville,
the orator of the day, who then de-
livered a lengthy and eloquent ad.
dress, replete with historic facts and
"reminiscences of ofFrankfOrt, reviewing
the history of our city from the first
location of the town up to the pres
ent time. AT the conclusion of Col
Browns address, eX-Gov. r. M. Bish-
op, Of Ohio, delivered a brief address
on the commercial relations of Ken
tucky to her sister States. Major
Henry 7. Stanton then read the fol-
lowing
CENTENNIAL POEM.
About this vale, with gold-wrought
crowns
In fervid sunlight showing
With leaf-made folds of royal gowns
Der royal sandals flowing
To shut it out from ruder fells,
And hold apart its graces,
These monarch hills, like sentinels,
Stand steadfast in their places.
1t must have been in lavish mood
That free designing nature
Gave this environed solitude
Its bold outlying feature.
1t must have been in moments free,
When Time was not accounted
She tarried here in pride to see
Her farest Jewel mounted
At every hand these monarchs rise
And stand above the steeples,
Where, nestled in her verdure, lies
This City of the Naples.
At every hand, in sun.light's sheen,
Their mighty heads are lifted,
Where Autumn's yellow clouds are seen
In harvest fullness drifted.
So stood they in that long ago,
When all their sides were brackened,
Fer yet this highland waters flow
Had harnessed been and slackened:
Fer yet, when with its warning scream
And smoke-discharging funnel,
The car. impelled by giant steam,
Had hurtled through the tunnel.
That long ago is yet unsung,
When, with no hound to follow,
The free deer took his course among
The ferns in DEVILS Hollow;
When DER the tide there lay no bridge
or girder, brace and tenon,
But proudly then, by ford and ridge,
He swept the Trace to Drennon.
Then in the pools the fierce pike lay
Unsnared for later dishes,
And free, by right Of strength, to prey
On small and weaker hshes
Then on the cliff, the Eagle stood
To scan the under cover,
And mark the drumming pheasants' brood
Or note the haunts Of plover.
From Yeatman's Branch to Leestown Ford
The elm trees hid the river.
Where springtide waters brought unroared
The lightnings mountain silver
Uprooted oak and brittle ash,
BY time and tempes. rifted,
From off the flood with whirl and crash
To shallow sand.bars drifted.
That time, the present dimly sees,
And through some vistas partial,
When came the daring McAfees,
And Taylor, Adams, Marshall
That long ago, it should be sung,
And by no common singer;
For fame deserves the best among
The best that God can bring her.
II He who from His high throne still
Does note the falling sparrow,
Will call to life from yonder hill
The dust of dead OHara,
The voice will come to sing this song,
And htly tell this story