THE PRESIDENT. Gentlemen, the allusion made by our Reverend Brother who just addressed you, brings to my mind a sentiment, prepared for this occasion, and which I will now submit:

10. The Daughters of New Hampshire! Their cheering smiles of approbation are never wanting to reward her Sons for whatever they may exhibit of enterprise, genius, generous principle, and enduring fortitude. "We rise up and call them blessed."

THE PRESIDENT. It affords me pleasure to state that we have with us this evening a gentleman who has come all the way from the city of Detroit, to attend this Festival, a son of New Hampshire. I am not quite sure whether he has been Governor of Michigan, but I am very certain he has been a candidate for that office.

I introduce to you, gentlemen, The Hon. Mr. CHANDLER, Ex-Mayor of the city of Detroit.

Mr. President:

Hon. Zaccheus Chandler's Speech.

When you did me the honor to request me to respond to this sentiment, I told you that I preferred not to do so; and threw the subject from my mind, supposing I should not be called upon. But, sir, any man who could not respond to that sentiment is no true son of New Hampshire. [Cheers.]

I, sir, have been a long time a wanderer from the land of my nativity; and when you proposed to me to respond to that toast, you forgot that I have been away so long, that there was scarce a woman in New Hampshire, below the age of three score years, that would acknowledge any acquaintance with me, that is, if New Hampshire ladies are like other ladies.

But, Mr. President, although I am not prepared to respond for the younger members of the fraternity of sisters in New Hampshire, I know something of the grand-mothers of that State. I know something of those venerable matrons, who, when Stark was called to the field of Bennington, when the country needed the services of the whole population, turned out their brothers, husbands, fathers, en masse, for that bloody field; and themselves reaped the harvests, all along the valley of the Merrimac. [Great applause.]

Why, sir, a maternal ancestor of mine told me she could reap an acre of rye a day herself.

Now, Mr. President, the women that I knew were "strong-minded women;" and yet I have not, with the closest possible scrutiny, been able to discover the slightest resemblance between them and your "strong-minded," pantaloons-wearing," "woman's-rights convention," "would-be-congress-wo

men," and, for aught I know, President of the United States. [Laughter and applause,] for those "strong-minded women" would come up to the work; and I do not know but I might vote for one of them for Congress. I think a few of such good old women in the halls of Congress would greatly improve it. [Cheers.]

Mr. President, if I were a Dr. of Divinity, or even a simple Rev., I should preach the sons of New Hampshire here present a short sermon, from a short text; and all in honor of those good old grand-mothers of New Hampshire. My text, sir, would be, "There were giants in those days." [Prolonged cheers.]

I should take you, sir, away back in the vista of years to the time when the principles of political and religious liberty were but a myth, an abstraction; and I should show you, sir, that these principles of civil and religious liberty were first put forth by the sons of New Hampshire, and that they first pledged their lives and sacred honors to the maintenance of these principles; and I should state to you, sir, that there were "giants in those days." I should come along down a little further, in the bluest times that came over us during our revolutionary struggle, when the enemies of the country were victorious in all quarters, and its friends began to cool, and look upon all as hopeless. Then I should point you to the gallant STARK, and those glorious "Green Mountain Boys," (whom our little sister, Vermont, claims, but there was not a "mother's son" of them that belonged to her,) whom he called forth and brought to his standard; and I should say down a little further on the stream of time, when the Constitution of our country was in danger - when we required great and noble men to stand in its defence; and point you to DANIEL WEBSTER, and JEREMIAH MASON, and ICHABOD BARTLETT, and LEWIS CASS, and a host of other sons of New Hampshire, I cannot stop to enumerate them—and I should say "there were giants in those days." [Applause.]

"there were giants in those days." And I should come along

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And, sir, is this race of "giants" extinct? [Cries of No, No.] It is not, perhaps, proper to say of the living what we would of the dead. I have mentioned but one, in every instance, out of the hosts of “ giants' that existed in those days. I could point you to a citizen of Michigan, whom New Hampshire claims, Gen. LEWIS CASS. I could point you to Chief Justice PARKER, to LEVI WOODBURY, and others in all the professions, and could declare "that there were giants in those days."

I care not if the State of New Hampshire furnishes us with a race of pigmies for the next ten centuries; so long as she can point to a Webster, a Mason, and a Cass, and a host of other names that fill her history's pages with glory, so long will her memory be embalmed. Our children's children

will exult in the enumeration of those names. The gentleman upon my right (Mayor Seaver) stated that the West owed New Hampshire a debt of gratitude. Now that is all true, every word of it; and furthermore, I want to assure you that the debt is good for a hundred cents on the dollar, principal and interest. I do not know what the rate of interest may be to-day in State street, but some of my friends, I dare say, have taken a feeling sense of that. [Applause.]

In conclusion, let me give you the name of a man who has shed honor on New Hampshire - a man upon whom New Hampshire and Michigan can both unite. I give you —

"LEWIS CASS of New Hampshire and Michigan."

The Chair announced the eleventh regular toast:

11. The Homes of our Childhood! Fresh in our memories, and hallowed in our affections.

Mr. President:

Deacon Samuel Greele's Speech.

As the sons of New Hampshire, resident in Boston, have spoken so justly and so eloquently through the Chair, I think I might be permitted to remain silent on this occasion. Should I attempt to make a speech, I fear I might mar, I certainly could not hope to amend what has fallen from your lips.

But as I am up, I cannot forbear uniting with you in tendering to our brethren who have come to us from the verdant vallies and the sunny hills of the Granite State, our sympathies, our congratulations, and our kind regards. You have fed our bodies with the rich products of your fertile soil. As you have come to us from fields waving with the golden harvests of autumn, I rejoice to find that you have brought with you a rich harvest home of thoughts, ideas and sentiments, for the entertainment and refreshment of our minds and hearts. [Applause.]

I am no stranger to your homes, nor to the inmates of those happy homes. I therefore venture the assertion, that no State in the Union can exhibit more picturesque and sublime scenery, or a race of men more hardy, intelligent, thrifty, and well principled, and a race of women more beautiful and accomplished, than can be found in New Hampshire. [Cheers.] I wish these dear sisters were here this evening. I am sure they are in our hearts, though they are not in this hall. I hope we shall make amends for the ungallant omission when we meet again. With such loving companions_as

these, well may you, my friends, adopt the language of the Psalmist, and say: "Verily the lines have fallen to us in pleasant places, and we have a goodly heritage." [Laughter.]

There is something inspiring in the very air which mantles your hills, and curls into wavelets the peaceful waters of your beautiful lakes. Dull and unimaginative as I am, even I have often felt the divinity stir within me, while gazing on scenes like those. But when I endeavored to express the emotions of my heart in poetic numbers, alas, the rythm and the measure at my bidding would not come. "A poet," as the classic adage says, "must be born, but cannot be made." Had I a tithe of the genius of some of your favored sons and daughters, your hills and your valleys, your lakes and your rivers, should become vocal with pious hymns and patriotic songs. Those glorious scenes were not made solely for the utilitarian purpose of raising herds of cattle, and flocks of sheep, and of turning the water-wheels of your factories. As man was not made solely to till the earth, and live on its productions, I trust that those sublime and beautiful objects, the lakes which mirror the blue heavens above us, and the hills that catch and reflect the glories of the rising and setting sun, will speak to your hearts of the wisdom, the power and the goodness of that Almighty Being who formed the heavens and the earth, and fitted them to lead your minds "from Nature up to Nature's God."

When the solstitial heat of summer compels us, who have been enclosed for months within the brick walls of the city, to seek the cooling retreats of the country, I delight to revisit my native hills, to drink from the "old oaken bucket" the refreshing beverage which father Adam, peace to his memory and his ashes, [laughter and cheers] drank in paradise nearly six thousand years ago, which, for aught I know, is as good now as it was then; and which is more exhilarating than the contents of the wine cup at an aldermanic feast. I delight to join the fireside circle at the close of the day, as the good old patriarch, unclasping the family Bible, reads aloud from the oracles of God, and then on bended knees commends the inmates of the household to the mercy and protection of Heaven. I love on the Sabbath morning to ascend, with fellow-worshippers, the lofty eminence on which was erected, many years ago, the old meeting-house, rendered venerable and sacred by the prayers and the praises of successive generations of saints. I love to worship in this time-honored sanctuary, for it seems high enough to be the uppermost round in Jacob's ladder, connecting earth with heaven.

But to pass somewhat abruptly from grave to gay-there are other scenes in my native State on which memory delights to dwell. I always have loved, I still do love, the merry meetings of the boys and the girls of New Hampshire. Who would not like to join in a husking frolic, as in

olden times, and share in the privilege and the pleasure always awarded to the lucky fellow who should have the good fortune to find a red ear, which, as you well know, is typical and suggestive of ruby lips and rosy cheeks, and which gave license to salute the favorite fair one with a gentle kiss. [Laughter.]

The contra-dances live in my memory and practice too. I have found such music as Hull's Victory, the White Cockade and Fisher's Hornpipe, especially when connected with the movements of the light fantastic toe, in a spacious hall, to be an excellent specific for taking the frosts of many winters out of one's stiffened limbs, and making him feel young again. Such good old dances as those are healthy, and not of immoral tendency. Can the same be said of your detestable polkas and waltzes, in which men make fools of themselves and whirligigs of their partners? [Cheers.]

Before closing my remarks, I take leave to address some of the agricultural friends of my native State. It has become quite a common thing in many parts of the country for the strong and enterprising to emigrate to California in quest of gold. Let me advise you to do no such thing. Don't quit the fair region of your birth for that land of rich promise, but of poor performance. If you are temperate and industrious, you will, in the long run, find more wealth in your autumnal harvests, and in your verdant fields, covered with fleet horses, with lowing herds, and with fleecy flocks, than in the quartz boulders and the gold diggings of Oregon and California. If you happen to be single, and wish to marry, as all sensible men do, you will find young women of graceful forms, handsome features, cultivated minds, agreeable manners, and of good principles too, in the farm-houses of your native State, who might be willing to wed, provided-mind the prcviso,—you were to offer them, with your hands and your hearts, industrious habits and good characters, in exchange for their warm affections. Marry such if you can, and raise up families which shall beautify and bless your ancestral homes. [Applause.]

Should your tastes or your talents lead any of you to this metropolis of New England, we promise you our sympathy and support. Some, who have left their homes among the hills of New Hampshire as farmers' boys, have accumulated riches, and died merchant princes in Boston. Should this be your good fortune, I trust you will devote a portion of your wealth to the charitable and literary institutions of your native and of your adopted State. Your names, then, like the name of our beloved and honored APPLETON, will become enshrined in the memories and the affections of those whom you have blessed. Your deeds will be your monuments, more enduring than the granite of your native hills. [Applause.]