« PACIFIC CHRISTIAN MESSENGER, FRIDAY, JULY 2, 1880. Ju. . 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' * 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 i 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. .7 " . the. halo of remmiscendes and. the chronicled the doings of their kings; ° J , / .- 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 » 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^;;; I 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 . 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. . '. 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 ' 7 ' , 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 ' 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, . * 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, ~~ 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. „ slave and the gqd sink into the dust - bil'th. • 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 ( 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. ; • * • « 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 4