No martial music would have welcomed him in notes of rapture, as they rolled along the Atlantic, and echoed through the valley of the Mississippi.

在他们向大西洋推进，号角声回荡在密西西比山谷之时，没有哪首军乐会的方式迎接他。

From his lonely workshop he could hear the martial music, the artillery salutes, the tolling of the Te Deum, and a few phrases of the speeches delivered in front of the house as they named the street after him.

从他孤独的工作室里， 他可听到军乐、礼炮声、感恩节的钟声，及几句在房子前面发表的演讲， 因为他们他的名字命名这条街。