But I know your firm devotion, And I now await your motion, Bear us all the struggle through!" We have given thus compactly, Though it may be not exactly, What good Captain Woodward uttered, What the moderator said; But the open signs betoken That the deacon must have spoken Just about as we have stated, There was no reporter's table, To repeat him word for word; Is a kind of "Newton Journal," And that speech of Captain Woodward, For there was a full attendance, By a hand-vote, viva voce, Or some way to voters known ; And by their united action, Free from all debate and faction, That day's work no doubt assisted To upset the British throne. Who it was that made that motion, Or who seconded the measure, Cannot certainly be told; And no ancient record teaches Who got up and made those speeches : In those simple days of old! If we had some little taper In the shape of morning paper, Dated Tuesday, June the eighteenth, Could have been a trifle crowded Those small paragraphs to fix. But against our base-ball players, Let us not be found gainsayers: They can show their killed and wounded, Even in these days of peace; And by their productive labor, Each club betting with its neighbor, Make our corn and oil increase. But although our knowledge reaches. And while many minor matters What those Newton farmers voted, Word for word can still be quoted; And they pledged their lives and fortunes, Every thing they called their own. So they broke the chains that bound them, Dared to tread their unknown way: On this glad Centennial Day. The next incident in the order of proceedings was the presentation to the city of a crayon portrait of Col. JOSEPH WARD, from citizens of Newton; which duty was gracefully executed by Mr. WILLIAM C. BATES, in the following address: MR. MAYOR AND FELLOW-CITIZENS,- The late Mr. Francis Jackson, one of a family renowned for the best qualities of good citizenship, and one whose lightest suggestion will be received by a Newton audience with great respect, has left upon the last page of his history of Newton these words referring to Col. Joseph Ward, who was born in Newton in 1737, and who died early in the present century: "The public services and private virtues of Col. Ward ought to be remembered and perpetuated in some either by a monument to his memory, or otherwise. I leave to the citizens of his native town this suggestion for their consideration." It is not often, fellow-citizens, that good words fitly spoken bear fruit even in twenty years; but these of our local historian to-day are ripening. way, This crayon portrait of Col. Joseph Ward has been executed at the instance of several gentlemen of Newton; |