And will its voice be still When the thousands of to-day, Who have come like pilgrim-worshippers, From earth shall pass away? Oh no! 'the potent orator' To future times shall tell Where PRESCOTT, BROOKS, and PUTNAM fought, Where gallant WARREN fell.
'Twill speak of these, and others-- Of brave men, born and nurst In stormy times, on Danger's lap. Who dared Oppression's worst: Of Vernon's chief, and he who came Across the Atlantic flood, To offer to the patriot's GOD A sacrifice of blood.
Long as the 'Bay State' cherishes One thought of sainted sires, Long as the day-god greets her cliffs, Or gilds her domes and spires; Long as her granite hills remain Firm fixed, so long shall be Yon Monument on Bunker's height A beacon for the free!
Morning; eight on the clock. BILLING'S HOTEL, Trenton. Outside, a clear bright sun glancing down through an atmosphere sparkling with frost, upon as fine a road for a sleigh-ride as ever tempted green-mountain boys and girls for a moonlight flit. Inside, a well-furnished breakfast-table, beef-steak, coffee, toast, etc., etc. On the one side of it your correspondent; serious, as if he considered breakfast a thing to be attended to. He is somewhat, as the lady on the other side of the table says, _somewhat_ in the 'sear leaf,' by which name indeed she is pleased to call him; but there is enough of spring in her, to suffice for all deficiencies in him. Like the morning, she is a _little_ icy, but sunshiny, sparkling, exhilarating, thoughtful, youthful--and decided. She takes no marked interest in the breakfast.
He drops his knife and fork. 'Whew! what! in winter?--in the snow?--on the ice?'
'Crazy! You were there in the summer----'
'I know it; every one goes there in summer. I must see them now. There's no time like it; in their drapery of snow and ice; in the sternness and solitude, the wild grandeur of winter!'
'How you run on! You'll miss the cars at Utica.'
'I don't care. I must see them in their hoary head.'
'You wish to see if they look as well in gray hairs as I do, perhaps.'
'You are a very imperious young lady; and allow me to say, that although some young gentlemen----'
Lady, interrupting him: 'Shall I ring the bell?' She rings it. Enter landlord. She orders the horse and cutter.