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uniting in this celebration, are desirous that your society should be represented on the occasion.

Their invitation is hereby respectfully extended to you, and you may be assured that your presence will be a source of much gratification.

Should it not be in your power to attend in person, please confer a favor upon the committee by designating some other gentleman to honor us with his company and occupy the same position. I enclose a blank card of invitation, which please cause to be filled up as circumstances may require. The favor of an answer is requested.

With much respect,

GEORGE HOWLAND, JR.,

Mayor of New Bedford.

A note of the same purport was sent to the Hon. ROBERT O. WINTHROP, President of the Massachusetts Historical Society.

Letters from both these gentlemen will be found, with those from other invited guests in their appropriate place.

ORDER OF EXERCISES AT THE CHURCH,

1.

Music by the New Bedford Brass Band.

2.
Singing by the Choir.

Hymn:
Written for the occasion by JAMES B. CONGDON.

Eternal One! with solemn fear,

We speak thy high and holy name: May every heart that name revere;

May every tongue Thy praise proclaim.

The Heaven of Heavens cannot contain

The Infinite! th' Unchangeable ! Nor can th' archangel's loftiest strain

The wonders of Thy glory tell.

Our God! our Father! Saviour ! Friend!

Thy earthly children seek Thy face: To all Thy gracious presence lend,

To all the blessings of Thy grace.

Thou wast our fathers' guide and stay,

Through years of peril and of blood : Strong in Thy might they held their way,

And firm for God and Country stood.

They rest with Thee—their children here

In shade and storm their pathway tread: Lord ! in the cloud and flame appear,

And light and hope around us spread.

3.

Prayer:
By Rev. WILLIAM J. POTTER.

4.

Address: By His Honor GEORGE HOWLAND, JR., Mayor of New Bedford.

5.
Singing by the Choir.
The Battle Hymn of the Republic:

Written by JULIA WARD HOWE.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath

are stored : He has loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword.

His truth is marching on. Glory! glory! hallelujah! Glory! glory! hallelujah! Glory! glory! hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and

damps : I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;

His day is marching on. Glory! &c.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace

shall deal;" “Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel;"

“Since God is marching on." Glory! &c.

He has sounded forth that trumpet which shall never call

retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat: Be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!

Our God is marching on. Glory! &c.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,

While God is marching on. Glory! &c.

6.

Address:
By WILLIAM W. CRAPO.

7.

Music by the Band.

8.

Poem :
By JAMES B. CONGDON.

9.

Music by the Band.

10.

Benediction : By Rev. TYLER C. MOULTON.

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