The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-16

and there gloriouSly met his death for the cause of American liberty.
 The occasion of the laying of the Monument on June 17th, 1925, the cornerstone of the Bunker Hill 5Oth anniversary of the battle, was the most impressive ceremony of its kind America had seen up to that time, and it was one that can never be duplicated. Lafayette had come over from France to take part. About 200 veterans in- cluding 40 survivors of the battle of Bunker Hill were present-and Daniel Webster, in his early prime, was the orator.
 An eyewitness describes the scene: we arrived in good season on the hill, where more than twenty thousand people were col- lected. The platform from which MT. Webster spoke was at the bot tn, and temporary seats for sev- eral thousand persons were ar- ranged on the rising hillside, while near the brow above, stood dense black mass, most of whom could hear what was said. His voice was very clear and full, and his man. ner very commanding. The pass age about the rising of the mon- ument and the address to the sur- viyors of the battle were the most effective parts of the oration. The shouts at the first were prolonged until it seemed as if they would not stop. The address brought tears into te eyes of many, and bowed down the heads of the vet- erans themselves to conceal their emotion" a
 The passage in MT. Webster's oration about the rising of the monument referred to above, was:
 Let it rise! let it rise, till It meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and parting day finger and play on its summit"
 And the address to the survivors of the battle will be read with soul-stirring ss long as our insti- tutions endure:
 venerable men! You have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has boun- teously heightened out your lives, that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago, this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife of your country. Behold, how altered! The same heavens are indeed over your heads; the same ocean rolls at your feet; but all else how changed! You hear now no roar of hostile cannon, you see no mixed volumes Of smoke and flame rising from burn ing CharlestoWn. The ground strewed with the dead and the dy- ing; the impetuous charge; the steady and successful repulse; the loud call to repeated assault; the summoning of all that that IS manly to repeated resistance; thousand bosoms freely and fear le.ssly barred in an instant to what ever of terror there may be in war and death;-all these you have witnessed, but you witness them no more. All is peace. The heights of wonder metropolis, its towers and roofs, which you saw filled with wives and children and countrymen in distress and terror, and looking with unutterable emo- tions for the issue of the combat, have presented you today with the sight of its whole happy popula- tion, come out to welcome and greet you with universal jubilee. Wonder proud ships, by felicity of position appropriately lying at the foot of this mount, and seem- ing fondly to cling around it, are not means of annoyance to you, but your country's own means of distinction and defense. All IS peace; and God has granted you this sight of your country's happi- ness, ere you slumber in the grave. He has allowed you to behold and to partake the reward of your pa triotic tolls; and He has allowed us, your sons and countrymen, to meet you here, and in the name Of the present generation, in the name of your country, in the name of lihartx, tn thank UNIIl
 But, alas! you are not all here! Time and the sword have thinned your ranks. Prescott, Putnam, Stark, Brooks, Read, Pomeroy' Bridge! our eyes seek for you in vain among this broken band. You are gathered to your fathers, and live only to your country in her grateful remembrance and your own bright example. But let us not too much grieve. that you have