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of any later pageant? A Fourth-of-Julyism has somehow become an object of contempt. People tell us, but not always in good English, that speeches are idle, because they have heard that silence is golden, and, like the green spectacles of Moses and the talk of the rascal in the Vicar of Wakefield, should be labeled
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As if it was not an _idea_ clothed in a snug jacket of words, and not a deed at all, that first gave the Fourth of July a meaning and a gift to mankind! As if the elder Adams' recipe to pickle the day--I write with no irreverence--to pickle the day in
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would not be sure to keep it! As if the roar of artillery--thank God for the blank cartridges of Independence!--were anything more than that eloquent whisper uttered under the shadow of King's Mountain in the old North State,