The American annual cyclopedia and register of important events of the year Volume 2; v. 1862 - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 Excerpt: ...same order along the north side of the nave to a large platform nnder the eastern, dome, immediately in front of the gigantic orchestra, consisting of two thousand voices and four hundred instrumentalists. It commenced with a grand overture by Meyerbeer, comprising a triumphal march, a sacred march, and a quick march, and an embodiment of "Rule Britannia;" then Dr. Sterndale Bennett's chorale, which had been composed for the words of the ode written by the Poet Laureate Tennyson, as follows: Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet, » In this wide hall with Earth's invention stored. And praise th" Invisible universal Lord, Who lets once more in peace the nations meet. Where science, art, and labor have outpour'd Their myriad horns of plenty at our feet. O silent father of our Kings to be, Mourn'd in this golden hour of jubilee, For this, for all, we weep our thanks to theet The world-compelling plan was thine, And lo i the long laborious miles Of Palace; lot the giant aisles, Rich in model and design; Harvest-tool and husbandry. Loom and wheel and engin'ry, Secrets of the sullen mine. Steel and gold, corn and wine, Fabric rough, or fairy fine, Sunny tokens of the Lino, Polar marvels, and a feast Of Wonder, out of West and East, And shapes and hues of Art divine I All of beauty, or of use, That our planet can produce. Brought from under every star, Blown from over every main, And mixed, as lifo is mixed with pain. The works of peace with works of war; War himself must make alliance, With rough labor and fine science. Else he would but strike In vain.--Ah, the goal is far away, How far is it? who can say. Let us have our dream toAlay.--Oh ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign. From growing commerce loose her latent chain. And let the f...