, hardy men,
all remarkably clean, dressed in labourers' costume--blue blouses and
white trousers--headed by a band of music playing Irish popular tunes,
with a large banner of the stars and stripes, and the word 'Liberty,'
with the inscription--'The Irish Labourers. Under this we find
Protection for our Labour.'

The Park is an irregular square. On the north side, on the highest
point of the city, stands the State-House, where the legislature
meets. Near that is the house which was formerly inhabited by the
governor, at the time the British flag waved where there now fly,
glancing in the sun, the stars and stripes. As the president was
expected at the State-House, and the procession was to start from
thence, that was the point of attraction, where the spectators formed
into a vast, dense, and steady mass. We English are in the habit of
seeing the paraphernalia of courts, and are slow to disconnect the
ideas of pomp and state from the persons of those who hold power and
distinction; but the chief of this great nation, together with the
secretary of state, had arrived in town by railway in an ordinary
carriage, without the least parade, and the corporation had hired for
the occasion an open carriage-and-four--such an equipage as would have
passed quite unnoticed in an English provincial town. Let me here
observe, that by an ordinary carriage I mean a carriage open to all;
for in America there are no locomotive distinctions of 1st, 2d, and 3d
classes. I never saw expectation more on tiptoe. A rattle round the
corner was heard; then the noise of the wheels ceased, and then the
president--a tall, gentlemanly-looking, elderly man--was ascending the
steps of the State-House; and as soon as his gray locks were seen by
the immense multitude, such a shout arose as only Anglo-Saxon lungs
can raise and prolong. The president turned round on the landing of
the steps, took off his hat, bowed, and entered the hall. I have seen
many ceremonies, regal and imperial, which passed off very much like a
scene at a theatre; but I felt the sublime simplicity of this. There
is no road to distinction here but talent; and as the fine old man
stood on the steps bowing, with Mr Webster, Secretary of State, by his
side, they looked the very embodiment of intellect, and the manly,
overpowering shout of the crowd the recognition of it. The
multitudinous voices died away in the distance with a peculiar effect.
No firing of guns. While on this part of