In the war for independence America had but one object in view, for in independence are concentrated and condensed every blessing that makes life desirable, every right and privilege which can tend to the happiness, or secure the native dignity, of man. In the attainment of independence were all their passions, their desires, and their powers engaged. The intrepidity and magnanimity of their armies, the wisdom and inflexible firmness of their Congress, the ardency of their patriotism, their unrepining patience when assailed by dangers and perplexed with aggravated misfortune, have long and deservedly employed the pen of panegyric and the tongue of oratory. Through the whole Revolutionary conflict a consistency and systematic regularity were preserved, equally honorable as extraordinary. The unity of design and classically correct arrangement of the series of incidents which completed the epic story of American independence, were so wonderful, so well wrought, that political Hypercriticism was abashed at the mighty production, and forced to join her sister, Envy, in applauding the glorious composition. On the last page of Fate’s eventful volume, with the raptured ken of prophecy, I behold Columbia’s name recorded, her future honors and happiness inscribed. In the same important book, the approaching end of tyranny and the triumph of right and justice are written, in indelible characters. The struggle will soon be over; the tottering thrones of despots will quickly fall, and bury their proud incumbents in their massy ruins. THE FOURTH OF JULY BY CHARLES SPRAGUE To the sages who spoke, to the heroes who bled, To the day and the deed, strike the harp-strings of glory! Let the song of the ransomed remember the dead, And the tongue of the eloquent hallow the story! O’er the bones of the bold Be the story long told, And on fame’s golden tablets their triumphs enrolled Who on freedom’s green hills freedom’s banner unfurled, And the beacon-fire raised that gave light to the world! They are gone—mighty men!—and they sleep in their fame: Shall we ever forget them? Oh, never! no, never! Let our sons learn from us to embalm each great name, And the anthem send down—“Independence forever!” Wake, wake, heart and tongue! Keep the theme ever young; Let their deeds through the long line of ages be sung Who on freedom’s green hills freedom’s banner unfurled, And the beacon-fire raised that gave light to the world! OUR NATIONAL ANNIVERSARY BY A. H. RICE We celebrate to-day no idle tradition—the deeds of no fabulous race; for we tread in the scarcely obliterated footsteps of an earnest and valiant generation of men, who dared to stake life, and fortune, and sacred honor, upon a declaration of rights, whose promulgation shook tyrants on their thrones, gave hope to fainting freedom, and reformed the political ethics of the world.