Senate; Joshua Giddings, Horace Mann and others to the House of Representatives; all devoted to the abolition of slavery upon the National domain and opposed to its extension to the vast territory upon the Pacific, and so, by cutting off its supplies of virgin soil, to starve it out of existence.

In 1856 the Party of Liberty took another departure in the change of its name to that of the Old Republican Party, and by the nomination of Fremont, the great explorer, and Dayton, the statesman, as their standard bearers. The name of Fremont, the son-in-law of "Old Bullion," as Benton was called, was a name to conjure with and inspired some hope of his election to the Presidency.

Although large numbers were added to the party, the hour for complete success had not arrived, but its speedy oncoming was but a question of time.

In 1860 the time had fully come and the men appeared and under the banner of Lincoln and Hamlin, and by the voice and vote of the American people and by the "favor of Almighty God," the pen of Lincoln and the sword of Grant, the haughty slave power was dethroned and the slave was free.

And so as John Pierpont said and sung of the ballot :

"A weapon falls as light and still
As snow flakes fall upon the sod;
Yet executes the freeman's will

As lightnings do the will of God."

Mr. Fisher's address was listened to with marked attention and was followed by warm demonstrations of approval from the audience.

PRESIDENT PUTNAM :-The anti-slavery movement was full of inspiration and it was wont to voice its spirit and sentiment in song and poetry. We have with us here a very good friend of our Society, and everybody's friend, in the person of Mr. George B. Bartlett of Concord, who is a truly typical Concordian, and is not only an admirable lecturer and author, but a poet withal, as you will now see.

ORIGINAL POEM BY MR. GEORGE B. BARTLETT.

MR. GEORGE B. BARTLETT:-I have been selected for this task because I represent the very first town that ever sent a fugitive slave back to his master, the town of old Concord, Massachusetts! For when Rev. Peter Thatcher of Medford lost his slave, the latter, after being concealed in Cambridge, was discovered in Concord and carried back. As I always write in short meter I shall detain you but three minutes and a quarter. (Great

laughter and applause.) I have chosen for my theme the imaginary audience who might be supposed to be listening to the glorious voice of the great singer who has pleased us so much this afternoon.

Relics of the mighty past

Sound the grand old bugle blast.
Summon to their haunts again
All these old historic men
Who in Freedom's blackest night
Dared to battle for the right.
Garrison, that fortress strong,
Refuge sure from every wrong,
To the shelter of whose name
Every hunted creature came.
Phillips, on whose silver tongue
Eager crowds enraptured hung.
Whittier, who with mystic lyre
Quaker souls could rouse to fire.
Sumner, whose majestic head
For the cause of Freedom bled.
Andrew, who to victory sent
Many a noble regiment.

Craft, who stole himself away

From the men who watch and prey.

Burns, marched back to Southern hell,
Past the spot where Attucks fell.
Spring's best blossoms strew his way
Whose presence was perpetual May,
Who with consistent courage trod
The footsteps of the Son of God.
Parker, with his grandsire's gun
From the Green at Lexington
On that ever glorious day,"
Eager for another fray.

Old John Brown, uplifted high,

Saw the glory in the sky:

What to him were pain and loss

When the gallows gleamed a cross!

These and twenty thousand more

On the fair and shining shore,

When our St. John strikes the chord,

Chant the glory of the Lord.

Whitest souls, with faces black,

Fling the glorious tidings back

From the resurrected land,

Free from Slavery's iron hand.

The Hutchinsons were now again called upon and sang with all the old-time spirit and power, and amidst the greatest enthusiasm, the well-remembered song, "Ho, the Car of Emancipation," Mr. Hutchinson stating that it was written in its original form

by his brother Jesse, during the progress of an anti-slavery convention in Faneuil Hall, and was sung by the family quartet on that occasion, and at numberless meetings afterward.

SONG-HO, THE CAR OF EMANCIPATION.

Ho! The car of Emancipation
Rides majestic through our nation,
Bearing on its train the story-
"Liberty is a nation's glory."
Roll it along,

Roll it along,

Get off the track,

Get off the track, all are singing,
While the liberty bell is ringing.

All triumphant, see them bearing,
Through sectarian rubbish tearing;
The bell and whistle and the steaming,
Startle thousands from their dreaming;
Look out for the cars,

Look out for the cars,
Look out for the cars while the bell rings,
Ere the sound your funeral knell rings.

See the throngs that run to meet us,
At Danvers Hall the people greet us,
All takes seats in exultation

In the car Emancipation;
Hurah, Hurrah,

Hurrah, Hurrah,

Hurrah, Hurrah, Emancipation
Soon will bless our happy nation.
Come on, come on, come on!

Emancipation soon will bless

Our happy nation. Come on, come on,
Come on-n-n-n-n!

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It would be impossible to describe the stirring and thrilling effect of these words, so hastily written in the long ago amidst the excitement of one of the old abolition gatherings by Jesse himself," as they were now sung again at the Commemorative Meeting. Only those who were present to hear them on this occasion, or who had heard them from the quartet during the great anti-slavery crusade, can fully realize their inspiring power, as thus rendered. The mention of "Danvers Hall" seems to have been happily introduced for the moment, instead of that of some other place, the singers probably having been accustomed to adapt the line to each new locality, wherever they repeated the

verses.

PRESIDENT PUTNAM-A rare treat awaits you. In one of the letters which our Secretary has read, Frederick Douglass referred to one of the old-line abolitionists as, more than any other, the terror of the slave power. The veteran soldier of Freedom is with us today. He has been in Danvers before, and some of us who heard him then, are not likely to forget his fearless and tremendous arraignments of a guilty Church and State in less peaceful days than these. He was then a man of war, and you will hardly be able to recognize him in the genial and beaming friend whom I shall now have the honor to present to you. Not one of us all is happier than he, and well may he be content and glad, since he has lived to see the cause for which he so long and heroically fought completely victorious; and all hearts are his at length. Though the fierce battles in which he engaged were so many, and though he is now 84 years old, you will find that Parker Pillsbury is still young, and he is always "Young for Liberty." (Great applause.)

Mr. Pillsbury, as he rose, met with a most enthusiastic ovation, and there was universal regret that his bright, pithy, eloquent and altogether characteristic speech was not much longer than it actually proved to be. In the course of his remarks he exhibited to the audience, as will be seen, various interesting mementos.

ADDRESS OF HON. PARKER PILLSBURY.

MR. PRESIDENT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:-I think it is no exaggeration when I say that this is perhaps the proudest, certainly the happiest day of my life. (Applause and cries of good).

How shall we compensate the Danvers Historical Society and its excellent president for giving us this foretaste of fature and tinal bliss? (Applause). Perhaps among the eldest, if not the very oldest veterans of anti-slavery present, it is not uabcoming in me to say that certainly from my inmost heart and soul I thank that Historical Society. (Cries of good and applause). I hope it is not improper for me to say that although they have greatly honored us, I trust and think they have not dishonored themselves. (Cries of good and applause). Bat, Mr. Chairman, the moments that are passing at this time and under these peculiar circumstances, why, to me they are drops of time, falling into the ocean of eternity, more precious than all the jewels of the mines. And who am I, that I should by my voice here, almost at the completion of four score and four years-who am I that I should interrupt this beautiful current of thought and of music that has saluted our ears? I would that I were worthy of such an opportunity and such an occasion; but I shall keep before me the ten minute rule, inevitable, as seems to me, under these peculiar circumstances. And first I want to say that there are those who have been quiet workers in the anti-slavery movement and who have survived, and who have preserved some of the relics of those days, and they have entrusted to me the pleasant opportunity and duty of calling the attention of this gathering to them. Among the oldest that are presented is an oldtime daguerreotype of our famous friend whose name has not yet been spoken by any who have preceded me-I mean George Thompson of England. (Loud and earnest applause). I hold here the precious shadow of that mighty man. When I was travelling and lecturing in behalf of the slave I had the opportunity to possess myself of some of the shackles which slaves had worn, and one terrible whip, the five thongs of which were red with blood that had been drawn from the backs of slaves; and I had also shackles they had worn, and chains. Today I have but a single link presented by those same excellent women -the link of a chain that was worn by the slave Jerry who escaped and was finally secured by the abolitionists of Syracuse, NY., where our excellent friend, Samuel J. May, whose shadow is there before you, was Unitarian minister. There is the link of that chain worn by that slave Jerry, and if you harness your horses with chains to carry a ton or more, they would not be larger links than that, and that link was only got off his limbs by a blacksmith's file. He wore it out of slavery and before he could be emancipated the blacksmith had to cut it with his file because they had no key to unlock the padlock. I have one other little memorial of slavery. The name has been spoken of William Craft, the fugitive slave. Here is a