er of mankind.
United then your voices raise,
And all united sing his praise.

Let strains harmonious rend the air;
For see, the godlike hero's here!
Thrice hail, Columbia's favorite son;
Thrice welcome, matchless _Washington_.

J.M. SEWALL.

Ten Female and Thirty-two Male Figures.

"Saturday, 31st Oct.

"Left Newburyport a little after eight o'clock, (first breakfasting
with Mr. Dalton,) and to avoid a wider ferry, more inconvenient boats,
and a piece of heavy sand, we crossed the river at Salisbury, two
miles above, and in three miles came to the line which divides the
State of Massachusetts from that of New Hampshire. Here I took leave
of Mr. Dalton and many other private gentlemen, also of General
Titcomb, who had met me on the line between Middlesex and Essex
counties, corps of light horse, and many officers of militia, and was
received by the president of the State of New Hampshire, the vice
president, some of the council, Messrs. Langdon and Wingate of the
Senate, Colonel Parker, marshal of the state, and many other
respectable characters, besides several troops of well-clothed horse,
in handsome uniforms, and many officers of the militia, also in
handsome white and red uniforms of the manufacture of the state. With
this cavalcade we proceeded, and arrived before three o'clock at
Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where we were received with every token of
respect and appearance of cordiality, under a discharge of artillery.
The streets, doors, and windows were thronged with the populace.
Alighting at the town house, odes were sung and played in honor of the
president."--_Washington's Private Diary._

"A visit from a person so distinguished and beloved, had he come
without the insignia of office, would have created no little
enthusiasm; but a visit from its president, when the young republic
had been organized scarcely half a year, occasioned to the community a
thrill of ecstasy which vibrated through every heart--an outburst of
joy due from a grateful populace to one to whose skill and superior
virtues they owed their happiness. There was a mixture of novelty, of
joy, of patriotic enthusiasm, felt by every heart. A committee of
twelve was appointed in town-meeting to superintend the reception. The
president left his carriage at Greenland, at the residence of Colonel
Tobias Lear, and mounted his favorite white horse; he was there met by
Colonel Wentworth's troop, and on Port