This land of ours was not made for monuments of marble, bronze or granite. In Egypt, where it never rains and where the atmosphere does not wear away the works of man, the pyramids, the Cleopatra's needles and the catacombs with their inmates, will last thousands of years. Not so with our land. The Almighty brings the winds and storms and earthquakes to keep men from erecting monuments, driving them to establish institutions that are beyond the reach of the elements; stimulating the genius of industry, discovery and invention, until the giant strides of progress are made that astonish the world.

A hundred years ago and the procession of to-day would have been in Indian file, with the scalps of human beings, the skins of wild beasts, the hoofs and horns of the medicine inen, and the rattle of music for the war dance, mingled with savage yells. To-day, the grand, magnificent procession we have witnessed, marks the progress of a century. The sweet music, the intelligent citizens, the samples of invention from our sister village, the beautiful car with its Goddess of Liberty, its Ceres, Pomona and Flora, representing the grain, the fruits and the flowers; all of the charming features of this splendid procession, mark the progress too, of a century. The railroad, the telegraph, the telephone and the miracles of science, art and inventive genius, were all unknown to the first procession. The one that comes, the next Centennial, will look back to this and see the progress of another hundred years.

The flag that Sullivan and his men triumphantly carried was the old stars and stripes. There were but thirteen stars then. Now there is three times the number, save one; all bright, joyous States, blest with good government. The wars through which this banner has been triumphantly carried by the valiant sons of America, have endeared it to the people and shown to the world that the soldiers and citizens of to-day are not unworthy

of their sires before them.

Not long ago I saw a picture. The sun was rising on a charming landscape. The foliage and verdure were rich and beautiful. The morning glories twined around the pillars of a porch. A young lady stood looking at the scene. In one corner a cage was hanging and in the swing was a little bird singing. The name of the picture was "The Morning Song." The tiniest, most insignificant part of the picture gave title and name to the whole. And I have thought to-day, that this modest monument erected by the Waterloo Library and Historical Society, to mark the place where once this Indian village stood; together with the feeble exercises of its dedication, compared with the grand programme of to-day, are small and of no power and influence whatever. But they are the morning song of a new century that has dawned upon us. The rude stones from yonder quarries, piled upon this spot, are eloquent in their silence and native, rugged, strength. They awaken thoughts and aspirations that bring forth grand results. The history of the past and the wonderful improvements of a century, lead us to expect great things yet to come. To keep up the progress of the past,sacrifices must be made and great efforts put forth by the present generation, for those who come after,

All this will be done and the same spirit of obedience, faithfulness and devotion as exhibited by General John Sullivan and his men, a hundred years ago, will be shown on a grander scale by the present and coming generations. This monument will remain until in coming years a better one takes its place, but our government and our institutions, the monuments of an enlightened, Christian people will remain through many centuries.

At the conclusion of MR. CHILDS' speech, JUDGE B. F. HALL of Auburn was introduced and spoke as follows:

Monumental tributes to real or supposed greatness, have been frequent in the other hemisphere ever since the days of Nimrod, and with the exceptions of such massive piles as the great pyramid, and two or three others, which refuse to communicate, those venerable and majestic structures have been, and yet are, reliable oracles of ancient gratitude and wisdom. They register accurately the sentiments and feelings of their builders towards their real or supposed benefactors and heroes, as well as the skill and taste of the artisans of their century and age. They mark the epochs of their erection by evidences which survive better than any other the ravages of time.

Our fathers naturally enough inherited the general idea of their historical value as imperishable records and as soon after the establishment of our nationality as they were able to do so, they began to reduce it to practiceso that even now, at the expiration of a very short century, and that too for the most part occupied in felling the forests and establishing homes, our countrymen have found means and time to raise some token of gratitude upon nearly every battle field from Concord to Yorktown, and to embellish the parks and plazas of our cities and villages with thousands of elegant personal tributes to Washington and his generals, soldiers, civilians and states

men.

The series of centennial observances all over the country appear to have given a fresh impetus to monuments of the old revolutionary struggle; and I presume we may consider yours, one of the latest. It was a fortunate thought which moved you to erect it. It was honorable alike to your citizens and place. Your tribute of homage is complete without any contribution from Cayuga. Nevertheless, I beg leave in the name and behalf of those I represent, to add a single sprig to your chaplet. I contribute it not for embellishment; but to indent our foot

steps in the sands of time, to be found by your children and mine after we are asleep.

Although I suppose this structure was intended by you to be a tribute of homage to Sullivan alone, I consider it also a tribute of homage to Washington as well. For although Washington and Sullivan acted different parts in the drama of the revolution, their association in labors, dangers, heroisms and fortitudes, united their names in tradition and history. They were embalmed together in the affections of their countrymen, and they stand together in the eternity of their fame. Left to themselves the warriors of the six nations would not have perpetrated the outrages at German Flats, Cherry Valley and Wyoming, and would not have created the necessity for Sullivan's campaign to destroy their villages, cornfields and orchards in Central New York. Instigated and hired by the British authorities, they united with the tories in perpetrating those outrages and thereby created the necessity for chastising them and driving them back. But it was a hard necessity notwithstanding.

The past cannot be recalled. They did create the necessity. Sullivan's forces did come here to destroy, and did destroy the Indian village on this spot, one hundred years ago. You have commemorated the event with a magnificent demonstration. But the recollection of the demonstration would pass away with the lives of those who witnessed it except for this monument to perpetuate it. This will stand as a record which future generations will read. And standing as it does in the campus of your Academy, it will grow in importance with the succession of years. It is now a mere pillar, to denote the site of ancient Skoi-yase when Sullivan's army swept through it one hundred years ago. In fifty years it will be regarded as classic; and in a hundred it will be regarded as sacred. And from this time forward so long as it stands, it will commemorate the event and the day

and hallow the spot.

It will become the young people of the villages and the students of the Academy particularly, to guard it well. With the last rays of the setting sun, the exercises were concluded at Academy Park.

FIREWORKS AND ILLUMINATIONS.

In the evening the streets of the village were thronged with people, congregated to witness a magnificent display of fire works at Academy Park-the finest display ever witnessed in Waterloo-the principal pieces of which, from the well-known manufacturers of pyrotechnics, James Palmer's Sons, Rochester, were described by the Seneca County News, as follows:

No. 1. An "Eagle and Shield." This was a brilliant scene; the American eagle in gold, holding in its talons the olive branch and arrows. On its breast the shield of red, white and blue. The whole in an arch, with a rich spray of fire, terminating with reports.

No. 2. A "Fountain Battery." This was made up of Greek and Roman fire, It was a large piece, throwing into the air, clusters of red, green, blue, purple, gold and silver light.

No. 3. The "Flag of America." This was a favorite piece, with all the national colors, affording a spectacle of great brilliancy.

No. 4. The "Rainbow Cascade." It opened with crimson color and changed to a cascade, with bouquets of fire and falling sprays of many colors.