rder be inseparable
companions. Control party spirit, the bane of free
government; observe good faith to, and cultivate peace with,
all nations; shut up every avenue to foreign influence;
contract rather than extend national connections; rely on
yourselves only; be Americans in thought, word, and deed.
Thus will you give immortality to that Union which was the
constant object of my terrestrial labors; thus will you
preserve undisturbed to the latest posterity the felicity of
a people to me most dear; and thus will you supply (if my
happiness is now aught to you) the only vacancy in the round
of pure bliss high Heaven bestows.'"

[148] May, 1860. The following are the names and present ages of the
survivors: Samuel Breck, eighty-nine; S. Palmer, eighty; S. F. Smith,
eighty; Charles N. Bancker, eighty-four; Quentin Campbell, eighty-four;
and John F. Watson, the annalist of Philadelphia and New York,
eighty-one.

[149] "France," said Fontanes, "unbiassed by those narrow prejudices
which exist between nations, and admiring virtue wherever it be found,
decrees this tribute of respect to the manes of Washington. At this
moment she contributes to the discharge of a debt due by two nations. No
government, whatever form it bears, or whatever opinions it holds, can
refuse its respect to this great Father of Liberty. The people who so
lately stigmatized Washington as a rebel, regard even the
enfranchisement of America as one of those events consecrated by history
and by past ages. Such is the veneration excited by great characters.
The American Revolution, the contemporary of our own, is fixed for ever.
WASHINGTON began it with energy, and finished it with moderation. He
knew how to maintain it, pursuing always the prosperity of his country;
and his aim alone will justify, at the tribunal of the Most High,
enterprises so extraordinary.

"To pronounce the eulogy of the hero of America, requires the sublimest
eloquence of the first of orators. I reflect, with sentiments of
admiration, that this Temple, ornamented with the trophies of valor, was
raised up in an age of genius--an age which produced as many great
writers as illustrious commanders. Then, the memory of heroes was
intrusted to orators whose genius gave immortality. Now, military glory
shines with lustre, and in every country the glory of the fine arts is
shrouded in darkness. My voice is too feeble to be heard on