Glass _u£_5i3_ BookJJlej£_ ' AN ORATION i i DELIVERED BEFORE THE lEVING LYCEUM, i i SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTION, i/ ON THE EVENING OF ^wwLJjmi^'^m^ SB^ dm.^.^.Bm9 EDA\^A^RD HA.RTI.EY. f iDasljington : HENRY POLKINHORN, PRINTER. ^ 1855. ^^ AN ORATION DELIVERED BEFORE THE IRVING LYCEUM, SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTION, ON THE ETXKIN6 OF ^WlKJJMl^im^ ^9 :fl.SB.^w&9 EDAV^i^LllD HARTLEY. 1 1 (;-^ U.S.A. J>f WA5: tDa0l)tngton : HENRY POLKINHORN, PRINTER, 1855. nOITASlO VLK COKHESFONDENCE. Washington, September 26, 1856. Edward Hartley, Esq.: — Dear Sir : — According to a resolution passed at a meeting of the Irving Lyceum, I was instructed respectfully to request for publication, a copy of the Oration delivered by you on the 3d of July last. I am, with great respect, your obedient servant, EDWIN JAMES, Secretary. Portland, Me., Qctober 10, 1883. E. James, Esq.: — Sir : — Your note reached me a few days since. Having received in addition, the per- sonal solicitations of so many of your members, I do not feel at liberty to decline your request. Yours, respectfully, EDWARD HARTLEY. rok-v A^-^( ^" ^^^'^ ^^'¥ ^ -^ /^>^^ ORATIO There arc certain starting points in history, when the mind forsaking its old channels, turns into new directions and aims at new ends. There are eras in the world's progress of great achievements and heroic courage, eras of high thought and stainless patriotism, which shape the destinies of the future, and assume grander proportions as time rolls on. If we could lift the curtain that veils the future, and see the glories so faintly shadoAved forth in our times, we could trace the heavenly rays which illu- mine its dim seen aisles, to some era, when the mind, casting aside tho dross of centuries, expanded its Avings for a loftier flight. High among these stands the era of American Independence. At first, it only marked the birth of a new nation, convulsed by the incoherence of its parts, by the conflicting powers of the state and general governments, palsied with- in and without, and it was not until the adoption of the federal constitu- tion that America developed those elements of moral grandeur, on which our present prosperity and the hopes of the future are founded. She then stood before the world, the solution of the enigma which has puzzled the statesmen of all ages, whether the masaes could govern themselves. In- significant at firsD, she began to agitate the world with her spirit, she bo- came a refuge from oppression, the home of liberty, the guiding star of the future. Whence did our forefathers derive the patience of labor and of danger, that led them through the war of independence ? Whence did they gain the mental and moral training that enabled them to fuse the jarring states into a compact whole, and to leave behind them such an example of un- selfish wisdom ? In the colonial warfare against the French in Canada, and the ceaseless conflicts with the Indian, our ancestors gained hardi- hood and military skill. In the unending struggles against Parliamentary aggression,, they gained their experience and political knowledge. The pen of the historian has not emblazoned our colonial achievements, the poet has lingered but for a moment upon our early legends, and the orator draws his inspiration from the buried ages of other civilizations. The sands of time have buried much of our colonial history, the brilliancy of our subsequent career has outshone the remainder, and it is only in tra- dition and ballad that its main hllfcry lives. Where will you find cour- age and self-reliance like that of the Pilgrims, who left the comforts of a European home for an unkno^Yn shore ? They sailed with an almost cer- tain death before them; they knew the savage lurked behind every tree, that winter reigned for five months of the year — that the soil itself was ungrateful. But they went to that bleak coast to live in civil and religious liberty ; they left the world not as the anchorites of the middle ages, at the bidding of a sombre fancy, nor as the Crusaders, who marched madly to Jerusalem to die under the walls of the holy city. No glory or fanati- cism spurred on the Puritan; leaving property, friends, kindred, and even hope behind, they pursued the gloomy voyage. Their existence in the New World was a constant struggle. The bieak wilderness teemed with foes — the Freich hemmed them in on theNorth — a stormy sea on tlie East. The first winter in America cost them half their number, yet they perse- vered. Then came the arms of the French and the Canadian savages ; the massacres at Schenectady and Deerfield, the destruction of their crops, the long captivity on the St. Lawrence. The ebbing tide of Indian vio- lence lose again and again ; the midnight war-whoop startled the frontier- man ; he saw by the light of his blazing cabin, the massacre go on ; he heard the shrieks of his wife as the hatchet sank deep into her brain ; he saw his children fall under the scalping-knife ; property, kindred, all, all was gone ; death stood before him ; he welcomed it as a friend. The life- tide gushed from his ebbing veins and blended with the frozen current of his slaughtered family. He died with a smile upon his lips. At early morn the villagers laid the mangled bodies in a common grave, and turned with heavy hearts from the smouldering cabin. The colonists went into the fields with arms in their hands — they went to church with arms — dan- ger was all around them — no one knew Avhere or how great it was. The Southern colonies had their trials, the settlement at Jamestown was broken up by pestilence ; the Indian was as merciless there as in theNorth — alike they struggled, alike were successful. During tliis epoch, misunderstandings often arose with the mother- country. Sir Edmund Andros played the tyrant in New England ; the charter of Connecticut was annulled ; obnoxious governors stifled the pop- ular feeling in New York and Virginia, and their colonial privileges were cancelled ; but the passage of the stamp act aroused a general resistance. Then came the State-house massacre, the extension of the Canadian boun- dary, the arrival of Gage at Boston. The prayers of two Congresses were spurned from the throne, and soon the whole country was startled by the combat of Lexington. Insolent troops were quartered upon the inhabitants of Boston, her streets bristled with bayonets, the British Squadron with shotted cannon ranged along her wharves, the Old South Church, founded by Pilgrim hands, was a barrack for soldiery, and the oaths and drunken revels of an English regiment defiled the altar of God. But the citizens were not overawed. Hancock and Otis, the Adamses and Quincy, met night after night at Fanueil Hall. The mother sen* her only son to the battle, the minister left his sacred desk and marched at the head of his flock ; the farmer left his plough, the artizan his work- shop, the blacksmith his anvil, and joined the gathering army. The tidings of Bunker Hill flashed through the land, and the torch of indepen- dence was lighted at the burning of Charlestown. It is not in the revolution that the wisdom, the genius, or the patriot- ism of America is best displayed. There have been other Yorktowns, other Bunker Hills. Other nations have fought against greater odds, other empires have been rent asunder as extensive, and other leaders, after enjoying unlimited power, exchanged dignity and office for the retirement of private life. I would not undervalue our revolutionary achievements, nor lessen the glory that lingers around their sacrifices and their dangers; but I would not make the main glory of our forefathers depend on the sword. Our great trials v/ere after the revolution. Independence brought fresh difficulties. The States clashed with each other and Congress was powerless. The treasury was empty, the army dwindled to eighty men, the soldiers of the revolution 'were unpaid, and the navy rotted in their harbors. The States "would neither contribute to the support of the gen- eral government, or grant it the power of doing so. Without any coercive authority, without any means of discharging the liabilities of the govern- ment, or even of paying its own ofiicers, — had the Continental Congress lasted a few years longer, the sword of revolution would have cut the Gordian knot. It might seem unpatriotic in the States to refuse the just powers of government — but jealousy of these very powers brought on the revolution, and they could hardly be expected to yield what had cost so much to uphold ; and it was believed that the powers ceded would be worth more than the protection gained. The religious faith of the colonies differed ; how could the Puritans of Massachusetts mingle with the Episcopalians of Virginia, or the Quakers of Pennsylvania with the Catholics of Maryland ? Nature too seemed to set an insuperable bar to the Union ; the commercial habits of New Eng- land contrasted too strongly with the agricultural pursuits of the more Southern states. But the distresses of the past called for action ; the gulf of financial discredit yawned at their feet, and the sacrifices of the revolution seemed likely to be \Strin the comiilsions of the future. The Constitution is our highest achievement. [Our fathers have not worn the borrowed robes of other lawgivers, nor did they saddle upon us the worn out principles of other times. The details miglit have come from other ages ; but the central ideas, the life and force cf the instrument, sprang up in our colonial existence. American liberty sprang from the American soil. The germ was planted by the Pilgrims, it was watered by their tears and blood ; through all their sacrifices and all their dangers, it struck its roots deeper into the ground ; the axe of intolerance was raised against it, but the uplifted arm was palsied. There are those who derive their liberty from Magna Charta. But that famous instrument was wrung from a lawless monarch, neither by or for the people. The nobility brought on the compact of Runnemede, and built the reign of aristocracy upon the ruins of kingly power. The great charter only strengthened the nobles and clergy, and relieved them alone from feudal burdens, while they doled out a miserable pittance to the strong arms which upheld their haughty banners. For centuries, as far as the people were concerned, the Magna Charta was waste paper. Though it relieved the towns from regal exaction, though it rendered the courts of law independent of the monarch, it never freed one vassal, or encouraged the alienation of land. The bulk of the English people were tied to the soil in serfdom — the Saxon was a slave in the land of his fathers — the Magna Charta never broke his chain. Yet it was a great step in advance, for it fixed the supremacy of law and the municipal privileges of the towns. Its influence here is but limited ; for the very basis upon which it rested, the very aristocratic as- cendancy it strengthened, the very church privileges it protected, were the prime causes that sped the Mayflower across the unknown wave. Do not imagine that our ancestors disdained the experience of other countries. Said Mr. Bancroft, in his address before the New York Historical Society, " our arts come from Greece, our jurisprudence from Rome, our maritime code from Russia ; Eri gland taught us the s^'stem of representative govcrn- ment — the noble Republic of the United Provinces be(j[ucathed to us in the world of thought, the great idea of the toleration of all opinions, in the world of action, the prolific principle of federal union." But the grand features of our Constitution grew up here. There have been republics which attained the highest eminence of pride and power, republics foun- ded by giant minds, ruled by a wisdom that is the wonder of the world, republics whose commerce has whitened the sea, and whose banner waved over the most distant nations ; but neither their patriots or statesmen ever conceived the idea of universal suffrage, or universal eligibility to oflice. Where did the system of popular education spring up but in New England? Holland has had its provinces, Switzerland its cantons, but what nation ever had a federal union like ours. Religious toleration has been allowed in many states, under severe disabilities, but America first separated the church from the government. The English press has long been free, but here the largest liberty compatible with public safety is allowed it. These are the distinctive features of American Government ; these are its highest boast, these are the principles which, from the smallest beginnings, have grown to colossal might ; these are the principles which will guide for ages, the interests of humanity, civilization, and the world. Removed from the dross of European politics and the curse of feudal institutions, freed from the blight of a court and aristocracy, living in a land where labor is honored and thought is free, a heavier responsibility rests upon us than man has yet borne. If we are only true to ourselves, if we only preserve our inheritance, and hearken to the warnings echoed from age to age through the dim distances of the past, we will leave behind us a coun- try such as the world has not seen. We do not live for ourselves alone, but for the world. The ties of nationality are artificial, but a common origin and a common manhood binds the human race. We cannot isolate ourselves, when the wings of commerce spur their rapid flight, when space shrinks into nothingness before steam, and thought travels lightning-like upon the wires. We can- not now mark out a few square miles, and bestow all our love upon it, for the name of a citizen is swallowed up in that of a man. National jeal- ousies are fading out, and the influence of commerce, the railroad and tel- egraph, are weaving a web about the civilized world which cannot be broken, and which grows stronger and stronger as science progresses. The time is past, when civilization and the arts were shut up within the walls of a single city, whose heart felt no sympathetic throb for the dark- ened world beyond. The plunder of Gaul, the pillage of Asia Minor, or the desolation of Egypt, would scarcely be felt at Rome or Athens. But an insurrection at Paris, a riot at Manchester, or a failure at New York, will shake the political and commercial world to the centre, and its efiects will be felt on the banks of the Ganges and the shores of the Pacific. The great hearts of civilized nations beat in unison, and the links that bind them together cannot be snapped without a fearful recoil. Thus is the human race rapidly becoming a brotherhood ; thus is war be- coming unnatural and impossible ; and the civilized nations, with clasped hands and heart answering heart, are advancing to the fulfilment of their high mission — the regeneration of the world. 8 Our independence marked .i^av era in history. Before it, the worhl poemed to have grown grey -with age, the nations slumbered in darkness. In every department of purely intellectual labor, the past was out-dazzled, but there was a void somewhere ; there seemed to be a limit to political progress, and the ages seemed to revolve in a circle. The revolution scarcely ceased, when a mightier upheaval burst forth. The phrensied people wreaked a terrible revenge upon their luckless rulers, and pursued a phantom-liberty, which eluded their grasp and mocked their highest efforts. They fell exhausted by their own vices, but the misrule of the past was impossible. Tlie knell of feudalism had rung, and the royal families liad sunk below the people in intelligence and virtue. Mirabeau had taught the masses their rights ; Napoleon had shown them what kings were, and how they were made. The volcano only slept, the lava tide of revolution still boiled beneath the throne, and, in one grand eruption, swept off the institution of a thousand years of shame ; but the Gaul and the Cossack rolled back the fiery flood, and all was dark again. These efforts have not been fruitless. No event has ever occurred, but which, when tune lifts the mist from our clouded vision, is seen to tend to the ultimate progress of the human race. But here we need not linger. We can look down the gorgeous future and behold its dazzling beauty. The curses of absolutism no longer blight the nations, the earth no longer re-echoes the cries of her groaning children, armed battalions no longer crush the weak, and obstruct the march of mind at the point of the bayonet. Nature un- folds her secrets to the gaze of man, and the era of true liberty and hap- piness rolls on. You may call this a delusion, a triumph of the imagina- tion over the reason. You may point me to those giant empires, founded on the blasted hopes of their subjects. But the darkest hour is just be- fore the daAvn. It is true that political misrule keeps down every noble aspiration, every exalted sentiment. The Russian bayonet gleams on the plain of Warsaw, the lance of the Austrian huzzar is mirrowed in the swift-rolling Danube; and three great capitals, where the destinies of the Old World so often centred, are held by an Allied banditti. The same sun shines upon Attica as when she boasted the laurels of conquest and the pride of intellect ; the same dreamy haze envelopes the Italian sunset, the same blending of air, earth, and sea, in mystic marriage ; the Apen- nines still look upon the glittering spires of the Eternal city ; the white Soracte still wears far above his vine-clad sides an autumnal crown of snow, but all else is dead ; the crown of Petrarch has withered — the spirit of Rienzi is no more. The Algerian hunter profanes the ashes of Tarquin's conquerors, and, where Constantino first raised the cross, the Koran is upheld by Christian hands. But is there no hope, are not feudal institutions crumbling, is not edu- cation spreading everywhere ; is not commerce extending her giant arms, is not progress sweeping off the monopolies, and breaking the fetters which bind the masses ? Does not the increased facility for travel bring an in- creased interchange of ideas and develope new thoughts ? How can the European tread the streets of New York, without seeing ^t a glance the superiority of our political system ? Besides, the fires of revolution never die out, and each successive republic improves upon the last : what a con- trast between the outbreaks of 1792 and 1848 — between Mirabeau and Lamartine, Robespierre and Cavaignac ? What may we not expect in the future, when four empires are destroying each oth,er before Sebastopol, weakening their thrones, and strengthening the hands of the people by a causeless war. Already has the spirit of reform been aroused in England, the press clamor against aristocratic oppression, and the cry of reform is echoed in the House of Commons. But I can dwell here no longer. The Old World lives in the past, the spoils of time are hers ; but the New World has a nobler destiny. The history of Europe is already written upon her soil the infancy of the race was cradled, but on America depends the great interests of the future. Much of our progress is due to the character of the Anglo-Saxon race . In every historic period there has been some dominant people, to whom was entrusted the guidance of the nations, and the pre-eminence in arts and arms. At the dissolution of the Roman empire. Southern Europe had stagnated — genius and virtue were alike dead within her. But bar- barian blood infused new life into her worn out veins, and prevented her further degradation. Society was rebuilt upon a new basis, and new states arose from the chaos of Gothic nationalities. But where Italian colonies had not taken root and Celtic barbarism prevailed, the natives were ex- terminated, andthe Northern conquerors formed, not, as in more Southern nations, the governing class alone, but the great body of the people. While Attila was leading his hungry millions through the forests of Ger- many, the Angles and the Saxons were called from their barren homes to the milder shores of England. The natives of the soil were swept away before them, and the miserable remnant were shut up in the moun- tain-fastnesses of Wales, where attack was impossible, Kindred to their Danish masters, undisturbed in the occupancy of the soil by the Norman conquest, the descendants of the Saxons form the bulk of the English people. Hardy, stern, tenacious of their rights, and absorbing all inferior races, they have played a prominent part in the history of the last two hundred years. When Europe writhed under kingly usurpation, the 10 Anglo-Saxon had a rational libertv, dimmed, it is true, by the overawing power of aristocracy, by the hiarousness of their social system, by a state religion, forced upon a nonconformist people, by a dynasty alien by blood, name, and language; yet the essence of reform was there, and the germ was putting forth its branches, and soon overshadowed the unsightly pile, by which at first it was hidden. To this race America owes her regenera- tion. The French established an empire in Canada, but brought neither civilization or commerce to America ; it was an Indian empire ; the red man owned the sway of Louis, and from Acadie to Lake Superior, the savages were led to massacre by officers of the French army. Their schemes of conquest were a magnificent failure, their grand conceptions were thwarted, and the splendor of their victories only heralded their fall. As when the sun, before sinking into his rayless couch, fringes the western sky with the gorgeous hues of an autumnal sunset, and shooting up, through the fissures of the broken clouds, the molten gold of his expiring radiance, filling the atmosphere with a flood of light ; so the genius of Montcalm put forth its highest energies &nd loftiest heroism, before the fall of Quebec ended his hopes and his life. The Spanish race might own tracts more thickly settled, with mightier resources and boundless wealth ; but these very advantages withered their energies and sapped their life blood. The Spaniard might perform deeds of as lofty daring, he might display equal talent, as high genius, as much energy and hardihood; but these qual- ities shone with a steadier, purer, and nobler light in the Anglo-Saxon. In the Spaniard, they burst forth like the sun in the tempest, dazzling in its effulgence, but soon clouded and hidden. The hand of Cortez over- threw an intelligent empire ; he climbed the steep ladder of the Cordilleras in defiance of nature's arm and the Slascalan arrow; he dethroned, single- handed, the monarch, the god of the Aztecs, in the face of his kneeling millions ; Balboa braved the miasma of the Isthmus ; by painful effort and unflincing determination, he stood upon the summit of the Andes, gazed upon the Pacific at his feet, and saw the immortality of his discovery written in its quiet waters. What privations and what dangers did not Pizarro undergo, when, rumor-guided, he sailed from a scarcely discovered shore to the conquest of Peru ! De Soto felt his way through the track- less wilds of the Gulf coast, where mortal feet had never before trodden, where tlie very grass beneath him, revelling in the luxuriant beauty of tropical vegetation, dripped the venom of the rattlesnake and concealed the springing panther ; where the sun distilled pestilence from the pal- metto-swamps, and the wind brought death upon its wings, though laden with the breath of flowers. The Spanish race has performed deeds of 11 heroism, of lofty genius and self-sacrificing denial; but it is the fitful glare of a rocket, -which blazes for a moment and then fades into dark- ness. Intrigue, avarice, and corruption mark its footsteps, and the South American republics, instead of exulting in a glorious youth and noble manhood, are bowed with age and writhe under a legacy of sin. Moral principle, the love of justice and individual liberty, belong to th'e Anglo- Saxon ; these the Spaniard never knew. Without them a state may blaze like a meteor, but never shine like a star. Virtue is the corner-stone of free governments — liberty without virtue is impossible. Virtue is the foundation, of our constitution, and when we leave that hallowed land- mark, the ship of state "that moved upon the waters like a thing of life," mastless, sail-less, and dismantled, will be engulfed by the raging waves. While Saxon- America advanced steadily in all the elements of power and nationality, Spanish America dwindled away. The home government sucked the life blood, and gorged itself with the riches of the enfeebled continent ; but instead of a healthful draught, she drained a poisoned cup. The land of Ferdinand, Isabella, and Charles V — the arbiter of Europe and Queen of Ocean — became a plaything of French ambition and English jealousy. When Napoleon, in his crusade against the old monarchies, declared that "he could not leave Spain behind," the contest was fought with English arms and English money ; the heroism of the Cid lingered only at Saragossa and Baylen, and the most despicable cowardice directed the councils of the ministers, and reigned in the camp. The Spanish race belongs to the past — its destiny is fulfilled. Its power, its energy and glory are dead, and the sceptre of empire has fallen from its nerveless hands. The Anglo-Saxon race exists among us in a modified form : the American and Englishman physically, intellectually, and socially, are not the same. Celtic and Teutonic blood flows in our veins, adding to the stern and un- yielding Anglo-Saxon the genial warmth and vivacity of the one, and the persevering and laborious thought of the other. The Anglo-American race, with the blood of all civilized nations in its veins, is the only type of the unity of mankind. The other races are parts — this is a whole, exalted by the blended virtues of its component members. What shore or what sea has not been the witness of Anglo-Saxon prowess ! See India with her golds, her diamonds, her cotton and her rice fields, rioting in the luxuri- ance of nature, fragrant with the breath of spices — and from Ceylon to the Himmaleys, the Saxon merchant reigns. Go to the stormy cape, that opened to the adventurous Diaz the gateway of the East — and there you see the British banner. Fly to Labrador or Melville island, whci c cici- 12 nal frost sends down her childrei^b float upon a waveless sea, where the polar bear and the Esquimaux divide a heritage of snow, where the aurora- borealis flashes from the sky, mimicking the fading sunlight, and out- shining the pallid moon — and there you find the Anglo-Saxon within eight hundred miles of the Pole. His watch-towers are on every continent — his flag floats from every urrclaimed shore. At Gibraltar he glares with greedy eyes at the commerce of Southern Europe ; at Malta he shelters his fleets, and advances his out posts nearer to the East ; at Aden he en- trenches himself between Egypt and India. " The sun never sets upon his dominions ;" as it rises upon Canada in unclouded splendor, the myriad constellations of the Southern hemisphere shed their holy light upon the Australian tent ; when the level beams of departing day linger amid the countless branches of the Banyan, the lark springs from the English meadow, and ofiers the incense of her thick-warbled notes to the rising sun. Unabsorbed by any inferior race, the Anglo-Saxon rejects the blood of his half civilized neighbors, and, in haughty exclusiveness, locks up the current of his lifctide within his own veins. But the son is mightier than the sire ; the Anglo-American race is gifted with still greater energy. Its free institutions, its greater public and private virtue, the hard school of necessity in which it was reared, have laid a surer foundation of pro- gress and happiness. On every side it crowds out the Indian — in Mexico, it presses the Spanish American and Aztec — ^at Panama and Nicaragua it obtains a foothold. The organized bands that threaten the Captain Gen- eral of Cuba, are but the vanguard of the Anglo-American race. The Anglo-Saxon may have passed the noon of his glory — he probably has-^ but his offspring, planted upon so many shores, will excel the parent stem. Upon this continent the triumphs of the future will be won, and Ave will be the chief actors in the drama. Without feudal fetters to cramp our elasticity, Avithout a state religion to stamp upon our brow the seal of uni* formity, without the time-honored curses that blight the aspirations of the Old World, Ave Avill march on and on to the emancipation of this continent. The Spaniard in North America, at least, has failed in his mission — 'his in- heritance is passing aAvay. The shadows of time may lengthen before the consummation takes place; but take place it must, and this Avhole con- tinent for ages at least, will be the home of the Anglo-American race. That race is slowly forming ; tlie Celt, the Teuton, and the Saxon are bubbling and seething in the great cauldron, from Avhich it is to be evol- ved. It is not in Avar that its great victories Avill be won. The age of brute force is fading away— the era of intellectual effort draAvs nigh. The SAvord is the weakest Aveapon in the hands of a ruler. 13 The monarch upon his throne, surrounded, though he may be, by a forest of gleaming bayonets, trembles at the curses of a free press and the mur» murs of an outraged peopls, more than at the roar of hostile artillery or the foe of a thousand banners. The journalist in his garret wields a mightier power than the royal robber ; the man, who makes a new discov- ery in science, or shortens the time of labor, stands higher than the conquerer, though the existence of a state hangs on his single will. The energies once employed in the wars of ambition, the pursuit of civil honor, and the speculative philosophy of other ages, are turned to the so- cial improvement of man and the development of national resources. La- bor, which, by the blasting influence of the feudal system, was left to serfs and cattle, now claims the attention of the cultivated mind, and is the noblest occupation of the freeman. Philosophy stoops from her dizzy heights, and smiles upon the laborer at the plough. Science abridges his daily toil, and literature cheers his homely fireside. And as nature unfolds her secrets and opens her hidden mysteries to our gaze, the hu- man race grows, more and more, to the dignity and stature of an exalted manhood. Methinks I see America fifty years from now, stretching from sea to sea : the wilds of Oregon and Utah are peopled by myriads of the Anglo-American race ; the telegraph and the railroad cross the great heart of the continent ; the steamboat ploughs the waters of the Colorado and Gila, and upon their banks majestic cities rise ; by the influence of commerce and peace, the Western wilderness blooms with the harvest, and in the deep glen where theApache hid the plunder of his midnight foray, the school-house rears its head ; the mighty tide of emigration flows south- ward ; villages spring up in its track ; it goes on and on through every nook and corner of the New World, till, in a firm hand, the Anglo-Ameri- can holds an undivided sceptre. Nations die like men, audit is true in politics as in religion, that death is but a new life of higher gifts and nobler aims. The past is filled with the wreck of civilizations. All along the shores of time, we see the shat- tered remnants of notional grandeur. Where are the empires that have risen and flourished near the Mediterranean Sea? Each thought itself im- mortal, each immagined that its trophied banners would wave over the re- motest posterity. Their kings rejoiced over an immortal youth of fame; their bards imagined that the echo of their melody would thrill the harp strings of all coming time; their orators reveled in the applause of unborn generations. But they flitted like a dream over the stage of existence, and vanished. To our imperfect vision, America's fall is not revealed. 14 Wc see no symptoms of her d^gjuction. Foes may menace us within and without ; the hydra-head of disunion may hiss in the Capitol, and the crie^ of fanaticism may echo in the halls of Congress ; fratricidal strife may bathe our fields in blood, and give our cities to the flames ; but neither a dissolution of this Union nor a civil war, can overturn the broad foundations of our free institutions. The impulse we have received from the hand of Providence can be stayed by no earthly arm. Calamity may check our present prosperity — it cannot destroy our ultimate growth. Do not think that the labors, the prayers and tears of our forefathers, will produce a blighted harvest ; that two hundred years of danger and suffering have been borne in vain. We are to regenerate this continent, and, by the in- fluence of our example, overturn the Bastilcs of European oppression ; till then we are safe. Our republic may be divided, but no king can ever reign here, nor can a Caesar or Cromwell arise. At the first rumor of a European invasion, the swords of the severed states would start from their scabbards and the invaders be driven into the sea. But when our race is run, we must fall like the empires before us, and give place to still higher influences and still more exalted principles. History is but a marshaling of solemn pageants, and the ages mark the order of the mighty processions. But, uninfluenced by the wreck of empires and civilations, thought runs its immortal course. Like the coral insects, who, since time began, have built from the ocean's bed their tiny structure and then die, replaced by a new generation, who add their mite to the fabric and perish, till now the layers rise from the deep, and form reefs and islands, — so the generations of men perish, each establishing some grand truth upon which the next generation builds, till, in the long succession of ages, receive from them the foundation of our liberty, civil- ization, and progress. Every link in the great chain of events is essen- tial, and the most trifling circumstance often fixes the great discovery. The course of progress is ever onward, and though races and empires have their dotage, the world never stands still, but marches on Avith an unfaltering step, and in that weary journey, one by one, it throws off its errors. Once it seemed to roll back, when Gothic legions crushed the genius of Italy, and consigned to forgetfulness the literature and language of ancient days. But it proved an advance, and the incubus of Roman power fell from the groaning world. The torch of Christianity shed new light upon the affairs of men, and offeredto their ambition higher achieve- ments and sublimer ends. Order emerged from chaos, and a new civili- zation arose from the ashes of the old. But this civilization was clogged 15 by the errors of its youth ; and while in science, literature, and religion, the mind was free in politics, it grasped at truth with fettered hands. With the settlement at Plymouth and Jamestown, the first faint streaks of grey in the political heavens hetokened the coming dawn. The light of a higher civilization and a more exalted humanity, shone from afar. The principles of liberty, freed from feudal shackles, from the haughty exclusiveness of ancient democracy, from the aristocratic repubKcanism of Venice and Holland, rose like Venus from the waves. Freed by the revolution from the imperfections of European governments, placed by the Constitution on an enduring basis, sustained by this generation as a sacred inheritance, they have regenerated North America and are battling against intolerance everywhere.