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THE TRUE GRANDEUR OF NATIONS. AN ORATION DELIVERED BEFORE THE AUTHORITIES
OF THE CITY OF BOSTON, JULY 4, 1845.
0! yet a nobler task awaits thy hand !
For what can War but endless War still breed ?
Milton, Sonnet to FAIRFAX.
CERTAINLY, if all who look upon themselves as men, not so much from the shape of their bodies, as because they are endowed with reason, would listen awhile unto Christ's wholesome and peaceable decrees, and, not puffed up with arrogance and conceit, rather believe their owne opinions than his admonitions; the whole world long ago (turning the use of iron into milder workes), should have lived in most quiet tranquillity, and have met together in a firme and indissoluble League of most safe Concord. — ARNOBIUS, ADVERSUS GENTES, LIB. I, p. 6.
All high titles come hitherto from fighting. Your Herzog (Duke, Dux) is leader of Armies ; your Earl (Jarl) is strong man ; Marshal, cavalry horse-shoer. A millennium, or reign of Peace, having been prophecied, and becoming daily more and more indubitable, may it not be apprehended that such Fighting titles will cease to be palatable, and new and higher need to be devised ? — CARLYLE'S SARTOR RESARTUS.
CITY OF BOSTON.
Resolved, That the thanks of this Board be presented in behalf of the City Council, to CHARLES SUMNER, Esq., for the able and eloquent oration, delivered by him, before the Municipal Authorities of the City, at the recent celebration of the anniversary of the Declaration of the Independence of the United States;- and that he be requested to furnish a copy for the press. Attest,
S. F. McCLEARY, City Clerk.
THE TRUE GRANDEUR OF NATIONS.
In obedience to an uninterrupted usage of our community, we have all, on this Sabbath of the Nation, put aside the common cares of life, and seized a respite from the never-ending toils of labor, to meet in gladness and congratulation, mindful of the blessings transmitted from the Past, mindful also, I trust, of the duties to the Present and the Future. May he who now addresses you be enabled so to direct your minds, that you shall not seem to have lost a day!
All hearts first turn to the Fathers of the Republic. Their venerable forms rise before us, in the procession of successive generations. They come from the frozen rock of Plymouth, from the wasted bands of Raleigh, from the heavenly companionship of William Penn, from the anxious councils of the Revolution, and from all those fields of sacrifice, on which, in obedience to the Spirit of their Age, they sealed their devotion to duty with their blood. They seem to speak to us, their children: “Cease to vaunt yourselves of what you do,