, one of the centres of Colonial splendor; and the Garrison House, where Benjamin Hall, Jr., took his bride in 1777, and which was called the old brick house long before that day.
The site where we meet to-night was the home in the days of the Revolution of Ebenezer Hall, the baker.
He was a faithful civil officer in the patriot cause.
And just across the street, under the budding trees, we see the graves of those whose hearts beat fast with patriotic fervor on that eighteenth of April one hundred twenty-three years ago.
There they rest—the Committee of Safety, the Representatives to the General Court, the heroes of Stillwater, the patriot preachers, the minute-men, and the heroic women, side by side.
Over their graves waves the Star Spangled Banner, without a stripe lost and with many stars gained since they fought and suffered beneath its folds.
May we preserve what they began!
A union of States none can sever, A union of hearts and a union of hands, And the flag o