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PACIFIC CHRISTIAN MESSENGER, FRIDAY, JULY 2, 1880.
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vestige of our history remains, as long
echo through those old scenes once groves upOp the hillside, and the the gifted historian makes to rise be­
as the sun shines upon America and
fore
us
like
some
structure
of
grandest
again I Alas' you sigh with the forests of the valley have all been
American freemen able to trace out
architectural
art
with
Its
magnificent
1 K b aAhw dobrMvO b* A. H Tuner. of Port-
moaning breeze and turn away. But moved to vibrations, by the sweet
Had. beAre the Aluauu .UwxloaoE di ChrwtMB
the source of that freedom, the mention
proportions,
its
symmetrical
corner
sand
do you not love that -spot ? That old story of l<We, Jby the happy farmer
CUM*. Juolllttil'
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of their names will inspire the loftiest
’ home ! Yes, and by all the eternal calling to th erd, by the war-cry of its starlit dome—a structure having
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in our native English. I for its foundation the eternal pyramids and noblest love of country.
Ladies and Crcudrwwn.- •
stars that shine above u<. ybu -would freedom—
Who could see the land that-their
lation of. ideas, by] of Egypt, upon which the people
The great river .as it, flows on to­ strike dumb the hand that should be It is by thisx
blood
-has enriched trampled by a
wards the mighty ocean presents a.
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the. halo of remmiscendes and. the chronicled the doings of their kings;
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v raLsedin strifeagainsV.it.
foreign
foe? Who could see the flag ,
magestic
hç- who
mages tic appearance; but h^
Patriotism begins with association. magic of love that language is con- its walls reared by the Hebrews,
they
fought
so nobly to defend trailed
'would discover dis source must hie The tide of all our feelings, all our stantly creating new ties, and giving Phwnecians, Chaldeans-and Assyrians,'
in
the
dust
? Who could see the
away to the mountain gorges, must recollections,- all our friendships, ajl teethe land we love more hallowed crowned by the immortal writings of
glorious
union
they established rent
Herodotus and embellished by the'
scramble fat up the mountain side our sympathies, ebbs and flows upon and endearing recollections.
asunder
-
by
domestic
strife? Who
until he finds the little pools of wates. the glittering shores of association,
For these reasons the inhabitant» of workmanship of Tacitus, Josephus,
could
see
the
chains
of
bondage
loosed
sparkling bépeath clusters of willows, and the waves with a ceaseless mur- the different countries love their own Gibbon, Hume, Macauley and Ban­
by
them,
put
on
again
at
the
nod
of
and he must follow th epi as they come mer are constantly casting the spray language the best of all. This respect croft. As we approach .the sublime
j
TyrannyJ
Who
does
not
love
the
leaping; over precipice and rushing of remembrance upon our throbbing a man has forhis native tongue, the temple, thus erected, and trace upon
through -hidden crevice until at last hearts.
love he bears his own language creates every inch „of its material, the record land of thoSe’who fought so nobly to
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of some struggle for human liberty remove from the heavens an insatiate
by the conjupciión of all the iflfluent
We love tlwse of our own kind and a love for his native lHnd. The home
_* streams' he is’ carried out upop the lay hold with eagerness of every-cir­ of his language is his home, and and human rights, the sprinklings of monster, and wrote upon the eternal
dome glittering with .stars, the grand­
bosom of the great river.
cumstance that can fortn a bohd of though he may wander far from and--the blood of the martyrs and the tear
md the union. This fraternity of feeling im­ learn from necessity to adopt another drippings of the ' Puritans; we- are est sentiment of any age— Universal
So he who would understand
forced to conclude that ours is a price­ emancipation ? Who could visit the
' sources of patriotism must go beyond^;;;
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planted withinr the human breast language, yet however familiar he
the magnetic tinge of the day ancTthe attaches us to the territory of our may become with it the language of less heritage. When w^hatve passed scenes of their immortal-struggles for
hour, must revisit thç_ scenes of his fellow-citizens by the same law of his own birth-place, the language his in and through these gloomy corridors this ^heaven ’born principle and not
youth, must recall memory’s most, association that endears us to the spot mother first taught him to lisp, falls to the last, magnificent appartment seem to hear their voices, gentle as the
hallowed associations, must recount w-here we were born or the scene of upon his enraptured ear like the music where the glory of the present bursts rustle ef lore's white*wing floating'in
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in,*upon us, with its peace tfhd liberty, the air above ?
the ties ef a. common language, a some social 'pleasure.
Thus the of sweetest song and carries the mind
Pronounce them the first men of the
with its proud and free America
.common religion, a common interest; imagination forms to itself a complete back to'its scenes.
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must irtryel back over the- dusky idea of country and countrymen,
A nian driven away from the shining forth’ at the very dome, the age atld you have not yet done then» -'
dey rt of the past, must listen to. the which • impresses every susceptible' associations of his country and beyond patriot’s,heart swelling to -its utmost justice,, “ turn back your eyes upon
capacity vents itself in poetic grarid- the records of all time, summons from
vtiee of history,' ¿nd the songs of the heart with irresistible force.
In the hearing of his own language is
the creation of the world to this day
’
bards, until at last he is-overcome by perusing the history of either We feel th rust ^o ^t upon the sea of universal, feur: »
the mjghty dead of every age and
the irresistible influent* of universal [ an*interest which ^io other narrative, sadness, darkness, aij.d despair. This ” O ! liberty,-eaa man resign thee, —
Onoe having'felt tby generous flame ;
every clime, and among the race of
j^jratriotsjin. Yea, he must analyze the can. arouse. We sympathize with the feeling is beautifully expressed in
little things connected with home ami fortunes of those who have' trod the Sheakspeare’s play of king Richard Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine the« merely mortal men,” is there a galaxy
Or whips tby noble spirit,~fame. ”
of heroes And sages who can claim to
the earlier scenes of life.- There he same ground that we now tread, and H.„ where Norfolk says upon receiving
When from the transactions of past take precedence of "them ? • Time,
meets the indelible .marks of early we approprjate to ourselves a share of his sentence of banishment
the
ages and foreign lands, we return to ; rising to his feet, amid the shattered
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, associations, the unchangable vows, of the* glory they required by their« hands of the king r t --
earliest affection, the holy inspiration bravery and virtue. This peculiar “ The,language I have learned these forty what is near and familial-; when we hopes . and blood-stained ambitions
are transported over the surfifC of the that lie scattered along his path» send»
years,
_
oF-ybung ambition, the unfading im­ interest is in. general confined to our
planet
and view the myriads who back the answer— none. No, there
My
native
English
now
I
must
forego
;
press-of local scenery-; the lights and, *7rw»-gountry and people, for |here is
And now my tongue's use to me ifrtie more have occupied it before us, and their- are none. Peerless aTTTl alone, like
shades which mould the character and the source of our associations and^all i
Than an nnstringed, viol or a barp,
relative conditions; when we are | ! snow capped peaks, they stand out
shape in part the definies of men.
our endearing recollection». In thus Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
enabled
to contrast our own country. ! ; upon the mighty desert of the past
■ The very breezes , that fan with f prescribing the limit to our associa­ Or being open put into his hands,
and
countrymen
with other lands and and shed their lustre upon the land
pleasant zephyrs the brow of youth, tions we engender that national feel­ That kno'ws no touch to tune the harmony,
other
nations
;
When
we are made to they loved. And do we not love that
the bénéficient dews of heaven which ing called patriotism. We love our within my mouth you havtf Ongbaled my
realize
that
the
liberty
we enjoy is land,; the land they made in^fact a*
tongue
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moisten.thè lily and thé rose withl country because it is the land of our
Doubly, port cullised with my teeth and but the result of a succession of strutr- well as name ? “ The land of-the free
rie» fragrargli, the sweet music of fhe ; home with all its hallowed memories,
’ lips,
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gles running back into the dark ages and the' home of the brave.” The
sparkling brook, the lowityr herds that I the land of those we love, the land of And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance,
of the past—by the study of history land in every quarter of which lie
wend “ slowly o’er the lea, the songs |
our fathers. A gifted poet expresses Is made my goaler to attend me ;
we* the moi'e fully appreciate our pre­ scattered our honored dead. The land
I am too old to fawn upon^A nurse,
of aji hundred bi ids ; the- and ten i it all in this touching language: .
sent"
happy condition, and love with a where religious freedom was borr.
Teo
far
in
yea««,to
be
a
pupfl
now
;
thousand other peculiar lot-al charms j ! “ There is a land of every land the pride,
What is thy sentence then but speechless loftier pride our institutions and The land where liberty struggled to
Vwhich memory holds up to
enrap­ Beloved by heaven o'er alhthe world beside,
death,
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hey feet and shouted in thunder tones
tured view, compose.-tin- ue that Where brighter suns dispense serepner Which robs my tongue from bjqatliing country.
Again, the foice of noble example that started the world " all men are
lights,
'binds Jti
’. . t with tenderest
native breath.”
inspires a nation with patriotic im­ free and equal.” The land where the
émotions to" the land that -ave us I And milder moons inparadise the night,
When language becomes interwoven
A land of beauty, valor, virtue, truth,
pulses.
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slave and the gqd sink into the dust -
bil'th.
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Time tutored age, and love exalted youth, into the more alluriimfields of litera­
The
memory
of
all
her
sages and .all together. The land of beauty, valor,
'Tis raturai to love o> “birth-i
The wandering mariner whose eye explores ture it is still more effective as a
plr.; not from »<<me Win "" nd un­ The wealthiest isles the most enchanted source of patriotism. Poetry, history, her heroes forms a lasting monument virtue, truth. The land of proud and
at whose base grateful millions bow
meaning attachment, simple becauwl
shores,
romance, and song familiarize every and worship». Coming down through free America
It would be hard to say which we
R is the place of our birth. It is the Views not a realm so beautify and fair,.
spot until they seem our friends. We the misty ages can be heard their sen­
Nor
breathes
the
spirit
of
a
purer
i^jr.
lope the most, America or our im­
scenes of our earliest joys and sor- .
hear Burns sing of his native Scotland timents bearing the ring of chivalry
In every clime the magnet of his sdul
mediate ancestors, but without’the
rows ; qverv spot has become con-, Touched
by remembrance trembles<ty^hat and almost wish we could take to our­ and the voice of freedom. While dead
one we could not have hail the other] •
secratcd by some youthful sport, some i
selves the Wings of the morning and yet they live. Their deeds of valor,
pole
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The age, the clime and the men had
tender
l»hip, some endearing ’ For in this land of Heaven's peculiar race, fly thither. We listen awhile* to the
affection, some reverential feeling. It ! | The heritage of natures noblest grace, . ■ sweet incantations of Moore and long devotion and sacrifice are *immprtat, met together, and the coalition brought
and as a sort of inspiring cause hovers | forth time's noblest offspring. God
is , assoc-ated .with all our moral | ' There is a spot of earth supremely blest,
to hie away to the green swards of the over the nation to arouse it to action
A
dearer
spot
than
all
the
rest.
so decreed ic. The marks <if his favor
habits, our principles And our virtues. ;
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Emerald isle. Then we hear again and animatajts defenders.
are written upon j.every page of-our.
The very sod seems'Aluwst a part of | Where shall that land, that spot on earth the patriotic songs of our own Whit­
The renowned generals when upon history from the earliest moment of
oui »eTves, for there are entombed the j
be found ?
tier, Longfellow and Bryant floating the eve of great and terrible conflicts,
our national existence until this hour
" -bones of our ancestors.
'------ Artjthou a man ? a patriot look ronnd,
out from the grand old New England
Leave the home of your adoption i Oh thou shalt find nowhere thy footsteps states, rising above and shedding such -have often invoked their aid and en­ it has been the prooused land.
deavored io impress upon their soldiers 11 This other Edon—demi-paradiso,
roam
ami
with me back to the.land that
That land thy country and that spot thy a glow of greatness uppn us, that the idea thif Sflmewhere, from some This fortress built by nature for herself
gave you birth, seek out ami 1 its
catching the inspiration we are moved unseen world their forefathers were Against';nfection, and the hand of war,
home.” •
varied changes the spots that had be­
Aside from local ‘ scenery and to exclaim " Thank God that we—we looking upon them to approve or con­ This happy breed of me, this little world.’'
come as familiar as an oft-repeated
associations, a common language does too are American citizen».”
demn thejr gallantry. • Napoleon, at
Omnipotence intended as his own
story, and can you suppress the
Dickins, Scott and Hawthorne lead the battle of the Pyramids, exclaimed, and its patriot sons and daughters will
much to inspire patriotic impulses.
émulions of love, sympathy and
Man was designed for a sociable crea­ us through the scenes chosen for their “ Soldiers! from the tops of yonder forever preserve and defend it.
affection that are,entwined about your
ture and was made with an inclination well laid plots and so truthfully daXpyj^mij,, twenty centuries look down
There are many other causes which
heart» ? Perhaps the old log cabin oi
f.ha mirror up
un to nature,
nature. I upon you.” Closer, at;
. one ,.r
Ijnld the
and under a necessity to have fellow­ they hnlJ
of ku
his inspire "the noble affection of patriotism
humble cottage has given way to
ship with ttiose of his own kind, and that the boundless fields and prairies hardest fought battles, shouted to his which I have not the time to enlarge
some more imposing edifice, yet there
stretch- out illimitably to the fancy retreating forces, “ The bones of your upon. A common religion, a common
is the grassy hilkjde over which in given language as the great instru­
as the eye scans their descriptions. sires will; rise up and curse you.” interest, a love for the institutions of
ment and common tie of society.
youthful amusement you chased the
The division of mankind into dis­ We are stirred by the bustle of the Bozzarris, if we believe the poet, a country, the system of education^,
butterfly or-the robin ; yonder is the
tinct communities in accordance with camp at dawn, and- soothed by its pleaded with his hesitating and and a free press are all fountains at
old grove beneath who«.e refreshing
the natural divisions of the surface of quiet or delighted by its picturesque doubting followers, to
which the patriot slacks his thirst' •
shades you listened to the sighing of
the globe formed by. chains of aspect under the shadow of night. Strike till the last armed foe expiree,
and
turns away to live and to die for
the breeZe and the rustle of the falling
his country.
mountains, impassable rivers and the The imagination revels amid the Strike for your altars and your fires ;
“ leaves.* Further on you see again the
gTeen oak clumps and verdant vines, Strike fof the green graves of yosr sires,
When we teview All these ties,
pebbled" stream, singing its same old oceans which separate the larger con­ the expanding plains and the glancing God and your native land. ”
numerous and diversified as they are,
tinents,
gave
rise
to a' diversity of
song, where you sailed your little boat
The names and deeds of men be­ which bind one to his native land» an
river, the forest aisle and the silent
or gathered up the shells along the langufigeh as different as the customs
come
so associated with. the rise and important question ariiies—Can a
stars.
,
shore Here is where you sat and and habits of the people themselves.
progress
of a nation, and so interwoven foreigner become a patriot ? I answer ' .
Our hearts are so thrilled at their
heard for the last time perchance, A certain language becomes so identi­ vivid representation and perfect ex­ into all its history, that their very
never. \V e talk of foreigners swearing
stealing through the evening twilight, fied with a particular part of the
posure of nature in all her free magni­ mention is a magic wand to arouse oft' their allegiance to their country
earth's
surface
that
we
regard
it
as
-the touching strains of a mother’s
ficence, that we love the grand old the people to warmest enthusiasm, to It is impossible. Just as impossible
lullaby song. Then repair to yon almost a part of the country itself. woodland that sheltered and protected the noblest devotion, to the grandest
as it is for the eagle to soar aloft to
deserted spot where a few rustic The French, German and Italian
Scott's " Bride of Lammermo^r,” the heroism.
meet the sun robbed of his plumage, ,
languages
lead
us
by
natural
instinct
slabs worn by the storms of many
Who can forget or cease to love the They may hold up their hands before
grand "Old Manse” of Hawthorne,
to
the
French,
German
and
Italian
winters, mark the place as sacred, and
and the silent stars that shone so land that gave birth to a Washington] the blazing throne of the -Great
4T there beneath the serried leaves and soil. We can hardly think of America
gently upon the dear “ little Nell ” of Marion, Hamilton, Henry, Scott, Lin­ Jehovah and swear to absolve all
scarlet vines that run like a sad regret without considering our English a
coln, and the other immortals we call allegiance to their country. But it ia -
Dickens.
s
out of the earth, you recognize the part of it. All its hills and ’valleys
our
own. As long as the children of * ^P88~7'thc direst mockery. No
But grander than all the rest comes
tomb of father, mother, sister, brother and mountains have reverberated its
a
grateful
posterity are taught to lisp oath, no change of time, condition nor
the fair and impartial hand of history.
or friend. Would you call them forth echoes these three hundred years.
their
names,
as long as a single place, can break the ties of home, of
The unbiased record of the past, which
.hear the kind and loving voices The trees that overhang the brook, the
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