The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-05-06

The doom of tyranny then they sealed; While on fair Groton's crimson height Broke Liberty's morn in fiery light. Not Switzer mountaineers, or they Who perished at Thermopylae, Did bolder deed drew nobler breath Than those who calmly here faced
 death.
 But when beneath the rule of peace, From fiercer tasks they found release, Our men swept ocean near and far To regions of the polar star The harvest of the sea to reap, And win from out yon changeful deep The oldest wealth that makes home From quicksand safe and treacherous
 foam.
 Again the clamourous war word came; They rose once more in patriot flame, And sent their valorous ranks to crush A swift rebellion's onward rush. Now, days of calm anew prevail; The loom, the foundry and the sail With meekest tillers of the soil And rail and mart-bring fruitful toll. Out from the past's long C. 1dland-
 lines
 The sunlight of the present shines, And touches every living face With something of an old time grace. The simple force, the steadfast thought That from the forest a city wrought. And so this sunlight from the past Reminds us of radiance vast, That moves behind life's gloom and
 storm
 Tn one divine, abiding form; The source of faith, the source of power, The Ruler of our every hour. In turmoils of all changing time May reverence of that light sublime Within our peoples being dwell Till earth shall hear her final knell. So shall New London's memories old Blend with the futures morning gold; And humble deeds, like firm alloy, Strengthen the spirits finer joy Here men should meet, of every race, With honest grasp and open face, And live, as many whose work is done, To bring from passing clouds the sun. Long as these rocky hills arise About her, and the starry skies Keep watch, and from the unconquered
 sea
 Comes the sweet breath of liberty; So long may brave folk still abide Like those who erst here dwelt and
 died,
 And the sea-city gazing round, Behold her borders, with honors
 crowned
 Ex-Governor Waller then spoke in part as follows:
 The thought I have in mind has been adorned in verse:
 There is land supremely blest, A lovelier, happier spot than all the
 rest
 And patriots think wiener they roam, That land their country and that spot
 their hon1e.'
 This is the feeling that prevails with us here. United States is the best land of, and New London is the lovelier, happier spot of our patriotic affection
 And it is with this feeling that we will tomorrow, with prayer and praise, and gratitude dedicate an historic spot within our borders upon which to build a memorial to that heroic group, with Winthrop the younger in the midst of them, who two hundred and fifty years ago, looking forward with hope to this day, and beyond it, with Clear light within, clear light above, By faith upheld and by foes undaunted, Home, freedom, country here they
 planted"
 But when this is done our grateful service will not be ended, for we are to do honor to the defenders, as well as the founders of our home, freedom and country.
 To those who planted the standard of civic and religious liberty on the soil we now occupy and to those who in their day and generation on the land and on the sea, for love of home and of country, from Bunker Hill to Ap- pomatox, have fought for and sustain ed it.
 It is difficult for me to speak, how ever briefly, of the past.
 The retrospect is suggestive, but it is not altogether sad one. For we have the consolation of knowing that those whose loss is lamented, in their life- time made records as their duty called them, as public men, as soldiers and sailors, as preachers and teachers, as lawyers and doctors. as orators and writers, as merchants and bakers, as mechanics and inventors, that we have right to be, and ought to be proud of, as we are.
 And our city to-day, with it's church. es, it's schools, it's public library its public parks, it's benevolent endow- ments, it's institutions of charity, it's commercial credit, it's growing pros- perity and its happy homes, is itself a monument of their fidelity to the tra- dition of it's founders and a living memorial Of their anxiety and fore sight, their care and affection for their successors as townsmen, for their children and their children's children for all time to come. One word more, grateful to the past let us, fellow townsmen strive to be, as they were, faithful to the future.
 A. H. Chappell, president of the board of trade made an address.
 An Exciting Episode.
 New York, May 5.-An evening paper says that the mayors office was the