There, after the procession had passed through the streets, we beheld from the steps and windows of the mansion the whole grand spectacle as congregated on the lawn. The procession embraced all trades and arts, printers working at their craft, farmers guiding the plough, troops in the uniform worn in the battles of the Revolution, a temple with emblems conveying the Judges, banners, glittering domes, and I know not what besides. More than all, there was a SHIP. She was equipped man-of-war fashion. She had her commander, lieutenants, midshipmen, a seaman heaving the lead, a pilot on board, and all complete. Canvass painted to resemble the sea, dropped almost to her water line, and so nearly touched the streets as to hide the machinery that moved her. It looked as if the wind did it. What reflections crowd into the mind of the patriot now looking back upon that procession! What a sight that ship for a boy! How emblematic it was of our boundless commerce at present, as you heard it stated by our distinguished first speaker to-night, the late Vice-President of the United States. And those stars and stripes at her mast head-how did they prefigure our naval glory! How foretell the deeds of those gallant spirits who, in our few frigates, won victories over the mighty flag of Britain, such as no nation had ever won from her before! The Decaturs, the Stewarts, the Biddles, the Burroughs's,-I name only those of our own Philadelphia, not going on with the list; how prophetic of all this, was the part of the procession I am recalling! The name of the ship I thus beheld moving as if by enchantment, was the UNION. It was the glorious name, seen waving in the air in her flags, and placed in letters of gold upon her stern. Was not this enough to make Union men of all? The feeling ran through my boyish veins, grew stronger in manhood, and has been a settled conviction in riper years. At all times, fellow-citizens, under all circumstances, at home and abroad, in peace and war, under all Administrations, Republican or Federal, Whig or Democratic, let us rally round the Union. LETTER TO MR. TRESCOT, OF SOUTH CAROLINA, ON PUBLIC AND DIPLOMATIC SUBJECTS. MY DEAR SIR: SYDENHAM, NEAR PHILADELPHIA, Your favor of the 23d would have been sooner acknowledged, but that the season was upon us here when those whose home is on a few acres in the country, are apt to be called off by their small rural occupations. This was my case when your letter got to hand, but I now find myself at leisure to write to you. The pamphlet you were so good as to send me, entitled "A few Thoughts on the Foreign Policy of the United States," written in '49, and printed for private distribution, came with your letter, and it is with peculiar interest that I have read it. It takes enlarged views of this constantly expanding field of our public affairs, and some of them are very striking by the independent turn of thought they exhibit. It is so I regard the production. Not confining myself to its mere acknowledgment, |