“My Friends and Fellow Citizens: When I stood before the representatives chosen by the people, and an audience composed of the most eminent men and women in the State, and took the oath to support the constitution of my native State and that of my country, my heart was filled with what I deemed an honest pride. My fellow citizens had chosen me to fill the most exalted position in their power to bestow, and when the Secretary of the Commonwealth uttered the well-known words which your toastmaster has just repeated--God save the Commonwealth of Massachusetts--I felt in every fibre of my body that I would be true to my oath and to the people who had shown their confidence in me. “But the satisfaction I felt on that occasion was no greater than that which I experience to-night. I came among you entirely unknown. I have heard that some wondered whether I was a city swell, what my business was, what led me to choose your town for a vacation, and how long that vacation was to be, especially as I came in the winter when country life is popularly, but erroneously, supposed to be dull. “By some I was welcomed,--others--I don't blame them--refused to extend to me the hand of fellowship. But, I liked some of your people so well--and one in particular”--all eyes were turned towards his wife, who bore the scrutiny bravely--“that I determined to stay--and I did.” Hiram Maxwell could not forget past events in which he had figured prominently and cried, “Three cheers for Quincy Adams Sawyer,” which were given with a will, and accompanied by many expressions of approval in the shape of clapping of hands, pounding of canes, and stamping of thick-soled boots. The Governor continued his remarks. “I staid so long that I might have become a voter. I did not, but besides my native city of Boston, I shall always render my allegiance to this town, which turned the current of my life into such happy channels. “I will not weary you with a long speech.” Cries of “Go on,” “We can stand it,” came from all parts of the hall, and Mrs. Hawkins said to Olive Green, “He's a beautiful speaker. I could listen to him all night if it wa'n't for gettin' breakfast for my boarders. My bread didn't ris worth a cent, and I've got to git up airly and make biscuits.” His Excellency went on, “I want you to make Fernborough, the Mason's Corner of five years ago, a beautiful town--more beautiful than it is now.” Make good, wide roads, don't call them streets, and have wide tires on your wagons to preserve them. Plant trees both for grateful shade and natural beauty. Support your Village Improvement Society by suggestions and contributions. Attend town meeting regularly, be economical but not stingy in your appropriations, pay good salaries and wages for honest service. Be partisans if you wish, in State and National elections, but in choosing your town servants, get the best men regardless of politics.