[Pamphlets. American history]

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uous among them all, was the banner of our glorious Republic. The
procession having been all seated within the building,-those not included in it were allowed to secure the remaining places,-and the
whole number within the walls of the ship-house must have been nearly ten thousand. At half-past two o'clock, the exercises commenced
by a voluntary being played by the Brigade Band, and then a short
but impressive and suitable prayer was offered by the Rev. George E.
Ellis. The following original Ode, written for the occasion, by F. A.
Durivage, Esq., was next sung to the air of "Hail Columbia," by all
present.
Hail the day that wMakes again
Thoughts of those heroic men,
Who, a small but dauntless band,
Fought to free their native land,
And their life-blood lavish poured
To crown the cause their souls adored.
Ever present be that sceneEver be that memory greenAnd yonder monumental hill
The song of praise re-echo still!
CHORUs —Let the drum and cannon blend,
And the peal of bells ascend,
While a ransomed people grace
Valor's holiest resting place.
Dark the hour our fathers met
Here th' invader's bayonet,
When the God of battles came
In His awful robes of flame.
But Death's dark tempest rolled away,
Heralding a brighter day.
Oh! not in vain that field was spread
With ranks of the heroic dead:
Freedom crowns from sea to sea,
The land that WARREN fell to free.
CHoRUs-Let the drum and cannon blend,
And the peal of bells ascend,
While a ransomed people grace
Valor's holiest resting-place.
The Hon. EDWARD EVERETT then arose and delivered the foregoing oration, in that chaste, eloquent, and graceful manner for which
he is so justly celebrated. It occupied about one hour and ten minutes in its delivery, and was received with frequent bursts of applause.
The oration having been concluded, the benediction was pronounced
by Rev. Mr. Ellis, and the crowd, who had been enchained by the or.
ator's eloquence, separated. A procession was formed of the invited
guests and the subscribers to the dinner, and escorted by the military
from the yard to the hall over the Fitchburg Railroad Depot, at the
Boston end of the Warren Bridge.
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