sculptor, his arms outstretched, his left hand bearing a scroll
inscribed with the lines of "The Star-Spangled Banner," while on the
pedestal sits Liberty, holding the flag for which those immortal lines
were written.

Thus, perpetuated in granite, the noble patriot stands, looking over
the town to which he long ago gave this message:

But if ever, forgetful of her past and present glory, she shall
cease to be "the land of the free and the home of the brave," and
become the purchased possession of a company of stock-jobbers and
speculators; if her people are to become the vassals of a great
moneyed corporation, and to bow down to her pensioned and
privileged nobility; if the patriots who shall dare to arraign
her corruptions and denounce her usurpations are to be sacrificed
upon her gilded altar,--such a country may furnish venal orators
and presses, but the soul of national poetry will be gone. That
muse will "never bow the knee in mammon's fane." No, the patriots
of such a land must hide their shame in her deepest forests, and
her bards must hang their harps upon the willows. Such a people,
thus corrupted and degraded,

"Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence they sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung."