Philadelphia to-day. In that same old hall the Chief Magistrate of a free people holds a Republican Court. Sovereigns, princes, the representatives of all nations of the earth there do homage to our nation. Millions of flags flash in triumph; thousands of cannons roar their joy, and America's millions chant the jubilee of praise. The gibbet's shadow and the menace have sunk into oblivion with the Tyrant. The old State House now outranks the Palace of the Georges. Close beside this hall rises a lofty palace; its dome is lifted up as if to meet the smiles of heaven half way from the skies. This is the Cradle of Liberty grown into the grand proportions of a Temple of the Free. Liberty here holds. court. Art, Genius, Peace, Beauty and Power are her aids. No note of alarm fills the air; no pulse beats with fear or heart sinks in doubt. Here gather the representatives of every people in the world, bearing their priceless burthens to spread at Liberty's feet. Behold them vie with her own children to weave the choicest garland for her triumph. Such are the glories of this hour. Contrast the two pictures, and from the most profound depths of your natures and your hearts return praise for these blessings to that Almighty God who in His own good time thus always vindicates the right and overcomes the wrong.

Mr. President, man has ever cherished the fond belief that the sacrament of death dissolves none of the attributes of the soul; that the love which thrills his being here, for principles and persons, also imbues his spiritual existence. Believing this, the sweet hope follows that the ordinances of a merciful God permit the departed one, whose angel feet tread the emerald fields of Paradise, to watch over his earthly loves and joy with them in their joys.

If this dream be true, in this proud hour, when Freedom holds her grand review, upon the alabaster battlements of heaven stand the host of sages and martyrs, who, upon earth, braved and suffered to elevate mankind. Behold the immortal Washington, sage of Mt. Vernon, leading by the hand the martyred Lincoln-Father and Saviour of a common country. The Sage of Monticello, with his folded arms, and towering brow, his pen of fire; he, who dying, craved no other boon than that above his grave should be inscribed "Here lies the author of the Declaration of Independence." There is Henry of Virginia ; he who startled a world with his loud cry, “Give

me liberty or give me death. That cry yet rings down the aisles of a century as pure and clear as when uttered in the House of Burgesses of Virginia. There is Franklin, King of the Lightning, philosopher and statesman. He, who in plain Quaker garb, stood in the presence of the proudest sovereign and the haughtiest aristocracy of the world, charming and convincing all with his eloquent appeal in behalf of Freedom. There is the boyish form of Lafayette, as he bounded from the ease of a court and the dalliances of a bride to the gloom and terrors of Valley Forge. Bold Rupert of Liberty! what joy for thee does this day hold, for not only America, but also France is free. There is Allen, bold Green mountain boy, as he looked when he leapt Ticonderoga's battlements and demanded its surrender in the name of the Great Jehovah and of the Continental Congress. And Stark, with the light of battle in his eyes, as when at Bennington he declared that that day victory should be his or Molly Stark should be a widow. And Morgan, with his iron-nerved riflemen-the men of Quebec, Saratoga and Cowpens. Pulaski, as he charged at Brandywine to rescue Washington, and as he looked, folded in the arms of death before the gates of Savannah. Montgomery, hero of Quebec-he who in the darkness of the night, amidst the driving snows and hurtling cannon shot, poured out the libations of his noble heart in the cause of Liberty, cradled in the arms of Aaron Burr. See the gallant Cowboys of the Hudson-Williams, Paulding and Van Wart-whose rugged honesty ill-fated André's gold nor promise could not overcome. And there is Mad Anthony as he charged at Germantown and at Stony Point, and Putnam, Knox, Lee, Pickens, Sumpter, Marion, Green, Gates, and all the countless throng of sages and heroes of the Revolution, and with them stands the Murat of the battle-field, Arnold-aye, Benedict Arnold. Death has sanctified his life-God reverses Man's judgment; the shadows of a century have forever hidden his faults. We can only see him now as the first to spring to Freedom's side; as he appeared when he led his troops through the forests of Maine and Canada; as he appeared on that winter night when planning the assault with Montgomery, or, when lying shattered and wounded, he implored the faithful and gallant Morgan to leave him to his fate; or as at Champlain, when he sank with his burning fleet beneath the wave

rather than leave any trophy of victory for the enemy; or as at Saratoga, when the day seemingly was lost, he, like a meteor, alone, without authority or any command, summoned the army to follow him and led their way to victory. Standing there, our fathers behold the fair daughters and brave sons of Liberty sporting in the bright valleys that border the river where flow unvexed the sweet waters of Peace. Whilst Europe trembles and grows pale, with war's affright here Peace stands at the helm, and hope and glory fill our sails. This land, the asylum for the oppressed of all the earth, draws to it representative intellect, genius and blood from every nation, and fusing all, gives to us as a nation the engrossed intelligence, endurance and physique of them all. As the fruits of civil, religious and political liberty, they behold our institutions of learning, and particularly the free schools, pouring yearly into the wondering lap of the world legions of men with cultured intellects, all disciples of the faith that man is capable of self-government, and that all men by nature are born free and equal. These legions form the nucleus that in time of peace chain the elements, outstrip time, bridge space and whirl the myriad wheels of industry; and, in time of war, with every successive effort plant higher and still higher the emblem of the free. They behold the Christian Church, the Jewish Synagogue, the Moslem and Pagan Temple, and the Lyceum for Free Thought, all rise side by side. The myriads of their devotees mingling their currents without a menace or a scowl of hate, proclaim conscience free. They behold the thirteen feeble stars grown into a vast constellation, each an empire in itself, yet revolving around a common center, bound and attracted thereto by the unseen bonds of constitutional law. That flag which they gave to Liberty in the carnage, smoke and death of rebellion, has grown into the recognized insignia of Freedom throughout the world. No nation is so distant or so powerful that it does not there hold its honored place; no ocean that does not mirror it; no desert or mountain land that has not been lighted by its smile. It waves in sovereignty over Alaskan glaciers and amid the leafy bannerets of the tropical everglades it greets the rising sun from amid the towering forests of the Kennebec and waves him good night from the pearly shores of the Pacific; and now, unstained by dishonor, unsullied by defeat, it flashes back to heaven the triumphs of a century.

CENTENNIAL ADDRESS.

BY GOV. JOHN L. ROUTT.

DELIVERED AT THE CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION AT DENVER, COL., JULY 4TH, 1876.

FELLOW CITIZENS.-One century ago the founders of our Republic enunciated the immortal principles of the Declaration of Independence, and as each anniversary of that day has been sacredly observed with appropriate ceremonies, so we, in common with millions of our fellow citizens throughout the length and breadth of the land, have assembled to commemorate the Centennial of this Republic. It is almost beyond the power of language fittingly to describe the difference between America one hundred years ago and this present grand commonwealth of States, of which our own Colorada is the thirty-eighth. Then, a few feeble colonies, without money, army, or munitions of war, without, too, the support of any other people, aroused to desperation by the oppression and tyranny of the mother country, resolved to throw off the yoke of bondage and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which, as they declared, the laws of nature and nature's God entitled them. Every schoolboy knows the history of that struggle with the proudest and most powerful nation on the globe, which, after a seven years' conflict, was forced to acknowledge the States of America as free and independent. It is not for me to trace the events of these intervening years; that must be left to our historian, but I desire to congratulate you, my fellow citizens upon what has been accomplished, and especially that we, the people of Colorado, can add one more star to the galaxy which now flashes forth from the azure field of the grand old flag. We may well be proud; proud of our country, proud of our State, proud of our citizens; their intelligence, energy, integrity and genius; but with our pride there should come swelling up from grateful hearts, adoration, thanksgiving and praise to the God of nations, who has made us what we are. That I may not occupy too much time allotted to this day's exercises, permit me, in behalf of the good people of Denver, to welcome one and all, stranger and citizen, and to cordially invite your participation in the obser vances of our memorial day, hoping that it will prove not only pleasant but also profitable, and a day long to be remembered.

WELCOME TO THE GUESTS OF THE NATION. BY HON. CHESTER A. ARTHUR, PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.

DELIVERED AT YORKTOWN, OCTOBER 19, 1882.

Upon this soil one hundred years ago our forefathers brought to a successful issue their heroic struggle for independence. Here and then was established, and as we trust made secure upon this continent for ages yet to come, that principle of government which is the very fibre of our political system, the sovereignty of the people. The resentments which attended, and for a time survived, the clash of arms have long since ceased to animate our hearts. It is with no feeling of exultation over a defeated foe that to-day we summon up a remembrance of those events which have made holy the ground whereon we tread; yet it is fitting that we should gather here to refresh our souls with the contemplation of the unfaltering patriotism, the sturdy zeal and the sublime faith which achieved the results we now commemorate. For so, if we learn aright the lesson of the hour, shall we be incited to transmit to the generation which shall follow the precious legacy which our fathers left to us-the love of liberty, protected by law. Of that historic scene which we here celebrate no feature is more prominent and none more touching than the participation of our gallant allies from across the sea. It was their presence which gave fresh and vigorous impulse to the hopes of our countrymen when well nigh disheartened by a long series of disasters, and made the capitulation at Yorktown possible a century ago. To their descendants and representatives who are here present as the honored guests of the nation it is my glad duty to offer cordial welcome. You have a right to share with us the associations which cluster about the day when your fathers fought side by side with our fathers in the cause which was here crowned with success, and none of the memories awakened by this anniversary are more grateful to us all than the reflection that the national friendships here so closely cemented have outlasted the mutations of a changeful century. God grant, my countrymen, that they may ever remain unshaken, and that ever henceforth, with ourselves and with all the nations of the earth, we may be at peace.