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Title: The centennial anniversary of the city of Hamilton, Ohio
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: McClung, David Waddle, 1831- (from old catalog) ed
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Publisher: Hamilton, Ohio (Cincinnati, The Lawrence printing and publishing company)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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. But, howsoever these things be, I never propose to forget that thebeautiful city of Hamilton was my home from infancy to a riper age; orto suppress the sweet memories of that long ago period; and I rejoice to-day, that the recollections associated with it are as vivid now as when,a little child, I sat in wonder and rapture, for the first time, on thebanks of the river, and looked on the clear, swift stream, and out on thecity of that day. I can now readily recall the new, strange and novelemotions, with which I looked upon the Great Miami, singing on its wayto the sea; the wonderful water-way that stretched up to Basin street; theold bridge; the hydraulic; the mills; the railway; the green slopes, andmiles of corn and grain, out to the east, and south, and west and north ;and the orchards and forests that stretched away beyond the town, onevery side. The pictures and impressions of that day press upon me for recogni-tion. Thev are novel, and many, and picturescjue. To some, they may
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DR. CYRUS FALCONER. THE CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION OF HAMILTON, O. 309 appear commonplace, to me, they are all of absorbing interest, bristlingwith unforgotten memories. I cannot conceive how the memory of that arm of water that ex-tended up from the main stem of the great canal into the town, couldever be effaced, or how I could forget the amazement I experienced,when I looked for the first time upon the floating barges, bearing merchan-dise to and fro on its bosom. In my eyes as I now recall the memory,trade, at the head of the basin, exceeded in volume all commerce on thepiers of New York, on the quays of Venice, or the water-front of Liv-erpool. But they tell me it is no more, and that oer its bed the busymultitude surges to and fro. And the old wooden bridge is gone, and with it many a pleasantreminiscence. Far be it from ))ie to stay the hand of Progress; for youwho have, for so many years, viewed its weather stained sides, and tra-versed its dust covered floors, I can conceive how,

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