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ized families to methodize the impulses of the heart, erected 

 church-spires to point labor to its last great reward, erected 

 schoolhouses wherever cross-roads meet, opened facilities of 

 intercommunication for acquaintance, courtesy and affection, 

 diflused graces, comforts, and charities at home, and transmitted 

 to other states, influences that shall neither fade nor decay. 



Forty years ago, an embargo spread a panic over Berkshire. 

 Now the same Berkshire, rich in her mechanic arts and manu 

 factures, and strong in the grounded interest of agriculture, I 

 was about to say, could set at defiance all wars and embargoes, 

 anything short of pestilence and famine. Not quite that either ; 

 while your people plough the earth, there are those who for 

 you are ploughing the ocean. We must trade a little with the 

 north and the west. We cannot very well dispense with the 

 luxuries that have grown to be necessaries, and therefore we 

 must trade across the waters. Hence it comes to pass, that we 

 are not more closely bound up here among ourselves, in the 

 same purposes and destiny of labor, than we are all dependent 

 upon the commerce of the eastern cities. We send them our 

 products, and they return to us those which their own hands 

 have made, or their own enterprise procured. The commer- 

 cial capital and metropolis of Massachusetts, therefore, comes 

 within the range of this day's consideration. Boston, in her 

 growth and progress, her trade and commerce, her pride and 

 renown, we are hers and she is ours, with one hand receiving 

 the products of the inland and the west, and with the other 

 " espousing the everlasting sea ! " So true is it, as one of the 

 lessons of the day, that not a yard of cloth in yonder mills 

 proceeds from the raw material to the finished fabric, that does 

 not constitute in feeding and clothing somebody in the imme- 

 diate community, somebody else on the banks of the Ohio and 

 Mississippi, and still somebody else in the savannas of the 

 south. So true is it, as one of the designs of our social pro- 

 gress, that not a farmer left his table this morning to set his 

 face towards this scene of fellowship, who has not an interest 

 afloat in the ships of all nations. The contemplation of our 

 labor and its connections, starting here amid local interests, 

 sketches and swells away, until they are lost to our apprehen- 



