He also remarked upon several interesting historical facts of more modern date, which he seemed to think might possibly have slipped the memory of the angels,--namely: that a number of European countries were governed by potentates; that some of these had not been all that virtuous, peace-loving men could have wished them; that an assembly of individuals had pronounced freedom to be the prerogative of all mankind;--then, after commending Mr. Grant and his cabinet, Mr. Stokley and his city council, Mr. Goshorn and his associates, to the good graces of the heavenly host, he complimented that body on having the truest republic yet organized, and retired gracefully from the pulpit. The orchestra of ten thousand selected musicians then executed Haydn’s magnificent “Oratorio of the Creation,” after which Mr. Ulysses S. Grant, who as President of the United States was chairman of the meeting, arose and made one of his powerful and eloquent addresses:--“Ladies and Gentlemen,” said he, “I hope I see you well. I am glad to see so many of you around me on this occasion. It is a very pleasant occasion. Like the century plant, it blooms but once in a hundred years. A good many of you, who I see around me on this occasion, will not be around when it comes around again. I thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for the manner in which you have received me, and I will make room for a longer winded man than me. I hope you will listen to him with attention. I thank you again, and hope you will all enjoy the exhibition. Allow me to introduce to you the orator of the day, selected by the Centennial Executive Committee.” The building shook with the applause of the assembled multitude, and when the clamor had subsided, the orator began his address in a stirring appeal to THE GENIUS OF LIBERTY. [THE EAGLE SHRIEKS.] “Ring out, ye bells, ye harbingers of liberty, ring out! The world is hushed to listen to your joyful pealings,--the heavens open and swallow up your golden sounds! From where the sun first breaks upon Columbia’s slopes to where the rain-drops thunder in supernal night,--where eagles scream and dash their pinions ’gainst the crags and peaks which blaze in midday splendor,--where, rushing through the crimson sky, they swell the notes which drown the shrieking gale, and flashing arrows of electric light, piercing the groaning depths of chaos, echo beyond the shadow of eternal hills the cry of nature’s soul, the thrilling anthem--LIBERTY!