Yes, we are ready; and, as we follow you, we call upon these young men, our sons, to follow us; and sooner lay their lives upon the holy altar of liberty than submit to be crushed by the inquisitorial Juggernaut of oppression. Let the sacred motto "_Liberty or Death_" be inscribed on every scabbard, helmet, buckler and shield. Yes, here, with this Territorial government, let a standard of liberty be erected that shall reach to heaven, and be a rallying point for all the nations of the earth. Here let the insigniaed banner begin to be unfurled that shall yet extend its benign protecting wand to every kingdom upon the face of the earth; that while revolution treads on the heel of revolution--while commotion, anarchy and devastation push forward the reckless besom of destruction, and with continuous sweep are annihilating the last hopes of comfort in human life; while in the prophetic language of Scripture, "all faces shall gather blackness," _here_ let the ensign of peace, like a heavenly beacon, invite to a haven of rest, an oasis of civil, political and religious liberty. From here let peans of theo-democracy or republicanism reverberate from valley to valley, from mountain to mountain, from Territory to Territory, from State to State, from nation to nation, from empire to empire, from continent to continent, till the thrilling echo shall be responded from Behring's Straits and the straits of Magellan, from Great Britain and the states of Europe, from Africa, from Hindostan and even from China, the proud, self-styled "celestial empire" of the east. At the conclusion of the address, the assembly arose and shouted three times, "Hosanna! hosanna! hosanna to God and the Lamb, for ever and ever, amen and amen!" while the banners were waved by the Bishops. Then, after the band had played a lively air, the clerk read the Ode to Liberty, written for the occasion by E. R. S. Smith. The ode was then sung by the Silver Greys, to the tune "Bruce's Address." ODE TO LIBERTY. Fairest spirit of the skies, Fairest child of Paradise, Once Columbia's lawful prize-- Glorious Liberty. Thee our noble fathers sought-- For thyself our heroes fought, Thus our bleeding patriots bought Precious Liberty. When thy banner waves abroad, All may freely worship God, Fearless of the tyrant's rod-- Sacred Liberty. Never, never cease to wave O'er the ashes of the brave; Shield, O shield the patriot's grave-- Flag of Liberty. Should oppression boldly dare From thy brow the wreath to tear, Righteous vengeance shall not spare The foes of Liberty. Sooner than to bondage yield, Bravely in the battle field, Let the sons of freemen wield The sword for Liberty. God, who moved our worthy sires, When they kindled Freedom's fires, Zion's noble sons inspires To cherish Liberty. Here, with godlike grasp and bold, We the Constitution hold, Pure as when it's sacred fold Sheltered Liberty.