this tiny spire which trembled once when the mock Indian whoop bade England
There is the elm where Washington
first drew his sword.
Here Winter Hill
, whose cannon-ball struck Brattle-Street Church.
At your feet the sod is greener for the blood of Warren
, which settled it forever that no more laws were to be made for us in London
The thrill you feel is that sentiment
which, in 1862, made twenty million men, who had wrangled for forty years, close up their angry ranks and carry that insulted bunting “to the Gulf
,” treading down dissensions and prejudices harder to conquer than Confederate cannon.
We cannot afford to close any school which teaches such lessons.
Go ask the Londoner, crowded into small space, what number of pounds laid down on a square foot, what necessities of business, would induce him to pull down the Tower and build a counting-house on its site!
Go ask Paris
what they will take from some business corporation for the spot where Mirabeau and Danton
, or, later down, Lamartine
saved the great flag of the tricolor from being drenched in the blood of their fellow-citizens!
What makes Boston
Not so many men, not so much commerce.
It is ideas.
You might as well plough it with salt, and remove bodily into the more healthy elevation of Brookline
, but for State Street, Faneuil Hall, and the Old South!
What does Boston
Since 1630, the living fibre running through history which owns that name, means jealousy of power, unfettered speech, keen sense of justice, readiness to champion any good cause.
That is the Boston Laud
suspected, North hated, and the negro loved.
If you destroy the scenes which perpetuate that Boston
, then rebaptize her Cottonville
Don't belittle these memories; they lie long hid, but only to grow stronger.
You mobbed John Brown