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Do not deface books by marks and writiag. JK1759 .SK " """""'"' "-'"""^ Manual of patriotism, olin 1924 030 479 301 Overs Cornell University Library The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924030479301 IVith Us Red for love, and Us WhUe for law, And Us Blue for the hope that our fathers saw Of a larger lihertv. M mm.Kmtit.». iKm.m. ANUAL OF PATRIOTISM »?«•?« «i^«S«t« FOR USE IN THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK AUTHORIZED BY ACT OF THE LEGISLATURE COMRILED, ARRANGED AND EDITED UNDER THE DIRECTION OF CHARLES R. SKINNER, state Superintendent of Public Instruction 1900.., C-OkHl£UL LMsi|V.[£Kb'll Y Copyright, 1900, BY Charles R. Skinner. Brandow Printing Company department printers albany, n. y. PREFACE. Patriotism is more than a sentiment; it is a conviction based upon a comprehension of the duties of a citizen and a determination loyally to perform such duti^. Patriotism is love of country, born of familiarity with its history, reverence for its institutions and faith in its possibilities, and is evidenced by obedience to its laws and respect for its flag. American citizenship, safeguarded by the public schools, stands for the best that our institutions can offer to a free and happy people. Believing that our schools should be nurseries of patriotism, it has for many years been my constant purpose to encourage the study of history among the youth of our commonwealth as the strongest inspi- ration to patriotic citizenship and all that it implies. This book represents the fulfilment of such purpose, and is offered to the teachers of the State in the confident hope that the object sought to be accomplished may find ready and enthusiastic supporters among all educators who are striving for the best results of educational effort. I have been inspired by the belief that to preserve our free insti- tutions in all their old-time vigor and prestige, our system of public education must more and more lay stress on those civic virtues which develop and ennoble true and patriotic citizenship. This belief has steadily grown under the encouraging sympathy of thoughtful citi- zens, experienced educators, and patriotic organizations. The legis- lature of the State has acknowledged the growth of patriotic spirit by providing for the publication of a patriotic manual for use in the public schools of our State, and for its free distribution among them. The task imposed upon the State Superintendent of Public Instruction by this enactment has not been easy. The limitations to the broad scope of material that could legitimately be made part of such a work were by no means easy to determine. The plan finally adopted and followed in the compilation of this volume was to present (i) ii MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. the choicest literature bearing upon love of country, and upon notable events and the achievements of proud names in American history, in the belief that love of country grows best when the youth of the land have a lively appreciation of what our free institutions have cost in individual sacrifice, in suffering, and in treasure. The Manual is now submitted to the teachers and the supervising officers of the State, and to them is intrusted the important duty of so using the material provided as to make at least some of its noble utterances, its vivid pictures of great deeds and patriotic sacrifices, and its quotations from the sayings of men honored for their clear patriotic vision, a part of the very souls of the pupils intrusted to their care. In this way shall we secure the very result intended by the legislature in enacting the law which authorized the publication of this volume. This can be done successfully only by much repeti- tion and constant reiteration. So well established is this fact that I feel warranted in recommending that a few minutes of the opening exercises of every public school each day be devoted to observance based upon the material found in this Manual, or suggested thereby, and, in addition, that more extended exercises be provided in com- memoration of the great days and the great names in our Nation's history. I would be glad to have every pupil in our public schools commit to memory each week some patriotic selection or quotation, no matter how brief it may be. Let school be opened by a patriotic song and a salute to the flag. This may be followed by a short recitation or by several brief patriotic quotations from the masterpieces which have been arranged in this work. Let pupils choose from among their number one or more classmates whose duty it shall be to see that the flag is properly displayed in favorable weather, at other times exhib- ited in the schoolroom, and all times sacredly cared for. The task of editing this work was placed in the hands of Professor William K. Wickes, principal of the high school of Syracuse, to whom my acknowledgments are due for his loyal and painstaking efforts. I also acknowledge my indebtedness to Professor Isaac H. Stout, a veteran of the civil war associated with me in the educational work of PREFACE. iii the State, who suggested and arranged that part of the Manual relat- ing to important dates in American history. I desire especially to acknowledge my obligations to Past-Commanders Albert D. Shaw, Anson S. Wood and Joseph W. Kay, Col. Joseph A. Goulden, chair- man of the special committee on instruction in civics and patriotism, and their comrades of the Grand Army of the Republic, Department of New York, without number, for their constant encouragement and earnest co-operation in all matters pertaining to patriotic education, culminating in the publication of this volume. This Manual is submitted to teachers, school officers, the people, and the legislature in the confident belief that it will be so well used in our school work as to reflect credit on the teaching force, prove the wisdom of the legislature in authorizing its publication, and justify the earnest efiforts made in behalf of the law by patriotic citizens and organizations. State Superintendent. Albany, N. Y., May, 1900. EDITOR'S ACKNOWLEDGMENTS. This Manual is made up from many contributing sources. To all, so far as possible, the editor wishes to make his acknowledgments and pay his meed of thanks. To Statesmen, Orators, Poets — the dead and the living — whose strong and stirring utterances give fresh life and beauty to the thought of Patriotism and its noblest symbol, The Plag. To the following publishers and composers for the crowning grace of music : — the Oliver Ditson Company, for selections from their recent book, " Patriotic Songs for School and Home," filled with gems in an admirable musical setting, — Ginn & Co., whose wide-ranging and inspiring " Academy Song Book " would be a •constant joy in any schoolroom, — Silver, Burdett & Co., in whose '" Songs of the Nation " may be found a fine epitome of the best in present-day patriotic music, — Houghton, Mifflin & Co., whose " Riverside Song Book " contains in compact form, set to music, the fi.nest patriotic poems of the noblest American poets, and into whose " Riverside Literature Series " have been put illustrations of every possible phase, as it would seem, of American history and life, — the John Church Company for use of the song, " Our Flag," — Martha Moses Peckham (and her publishers, Clayton F. Summy Company, Chicago), for her unique and rousing song, " Dewey at Manila Bay," — Prof. Hamlin E. Cogswell for his spirit-caught interpretation of " The Liberty Bell " and " The Camp Flag,"— Miss Cornelia A. Moses for the music of the brush in her flag-drawing and initial letters. Above all, to Prof. Ralph W. Thomas for the music of human speech as shown in his many and choice selections of patriotic prose and verse. The Editor. INTRODUCTION. It is well to put in the very forefront of this book, the law in accordance with which this " Manual of Patriotism " has been prepared: LAWS OF NEW YORK.— By Authority. CHAP. 481. AN ACT to provide for the display of the United States flag on the schoolhouses of the State, in connection with the public schools; and to encourage patriotic exercises in such schools. Became a law April 22, 1898, with the approval of the Governor. Passed, three- fifths being present. The People of the State of New York, represented in Senate and Assembly, do enact as follows: Section i. It shall be the duty of the school authorities of every public school in the several cities and school districts of the State to purchase a United States flag, flagstaff and the necessary appliances therefor, and to display such flag upon or near the public school build- ing during school hours, and at such other times as such school authori- ties may direct. § 2. The said school authorities shall establish rules and regula- tions for the proper custody, care and display of the flag, and when the weather will not permit it to be otherwise displayed, it shall be placed conspicuously in the principal room in the schoolhouse. § 3. It shall be the duty of the state superintendent of public instruction to prepare, for the use of the public schools of the state, a program providing for a salute to the flag at the opening of each day of school and such other patriotic exercises as may be deemed by him to be expedient, under such regulations and instructions as may best meet the varied requirements of the different grades in such schools. It shall also be his duty to make special provision for the observance in such public schools of Lincoln's birthday, Washington's birthday. Memorial day, and Flag day, and such other legal holidays of like character as may be hereafter designated by law. (v) vi MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. § 4. The State superintendent of public instruction is hereby authorized 'to provide for the necessary expenses incurred in developing and encouraging such patriotic exercises in the public school. § 5. Nothing herein contained shall be construed to authorize military instruction or drill in the public schools during school hours. § 6. This act shall take effect immediately. Reading the foregoing carefully, it will be noted that, law-like, not a word is said as to the intent of the law. But whoever will " read between the lines " cannot fail to see its gracious purpose, — nothing less or other than to awaken in the minds and hearts of the young a strong and abiding regard for the flag and intelligent appreciation of the great men and great deeds that have made it to be, to all American youth, the rallying-cry of patriotism. In other words, the Empire State seeks for its countless host of boys and girls the inculcation of a true spirit of Patriotism and a loving regard for its greatest symbol, the Flag. Note also in the law the constraint that is put upon the authori- ties of every public school in the State, to furnish, display, and care for a flag. That means that the State is interested to see that those into whose hands are put all the great interests of the schools — with their large corps of teachers and immense army of pupils — shall make clear the will and mind of the State in respect to the patriotic education of its children. This good law was put upon the statute-book through efforts made largely by the Department of New York, Grand Army ot the Republic. Under " General Orders, No. 6," issued August 9, 1897, a special Committee was appointed " to examine and report to the Department * * * upon the best practical methods of teaching Patriotism and Civics in our public schools." The Committee, having previously been divided into three parts, viz.: on Civics and History; Patriotic Exercises; Public Celebrations, — made its triple report in November, 1897. This report, under the title, " To Promote Patriotic Study in the Public Schools," was published in pamphlet form by the State Superintendent of Public Instruction for general distribution throughout the State. This action greatly influenced the patriotic legislation embodied in the law above quoted. In " General Orders, No. 10," we read: "The comrades feel deeply indebted to Supt. INTRODUCTION. yii Skinner for his most helpful and valuable co-operation in this important patriotic work, which lies so close to all their hearts." "Which lies so close to their hearts." — ^What pathos in those words! The brave men who fought the battles of the Union from '6i to '65 are fast passing away. Not many years hence the last heart will have ceased to beat. But meantime, how active and strenuous they are in all right efforts to vivify and strengthen the sentiment of true patriotism in the hearts of the young! Everywhere they keep Memorial Day, — a constant object lesson to the present generation. But besides this, in some cities, they are the inspiration to a ceremony called the " Transfer of Flags." And a special word of praise is due to Col. A. D. Shaw, Commander-in-Chief of the G. A. R., for his untiring zeal in the sacred cause of patriotism, and for the results he is bringing about in cementing the loyal friend- ship of Blue and Gray. Indeed, in many ways, the veterans of War are showing a profound interest in all that makes for lasting and honorable Peace. In 'this work of beneficent patriotism many a Women's Relief Corps is having a large and honorable share. For there are many matters connected with the care of the sick and needy that can be safely and sympathetically entrusted only to women. And thus, through their kind and most unselfish ministrations, patriotism is exalted and made more sacred in the eyes of the young. But G. A. R. and Women's Relief Corps, though the greatest, are not the only organizations that are helping (each in its own way and sphere) to s'trengthen the cause of patriotism. Here are a few others: Sons of Veterans, U. S. A., Sons of the Revolution, Sons of the American Revolution, Daughters of the American Revolution, Daughters of the Revolution, Colonial Dames of America, Association of Spanish War Veterans. Let all be welcomed to a part in the work of loyalty-building; let none be found negligent or lukewarm therein! To no individual, scarcely to any organization, is this Manual so greatly indebted as to Charles R. Skinner, State Superintendent of Public Instruction. The G. A. R. Committee, in acknowledgment of his aid, speaks most gratefully of his "fruitful counsels and sugges- tions." And the editor of the Manual hereby wishes to give his testi- mony to the untiring interest shown by the Superintendent, to his viii MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. unflagging enthusiasm, his constant wish for the doing of anything, everything, which might increase in youthful hearts the love of the Flag and of Native Land. Let the following letter attest his deep concern for the patriotic welfare of the young: "Albany, March i, 1900. " To the Boys and Girls of the Empire State: " It is spring by the calendar to-day, — but outside of my windows, the wind is blowing hard and cold and the snow is piling up great drifts in the streets. At such a time how pleasant it would be for me if I could gather you all in one great schoolroom around a big, roaring fire and talk to you about your school. But I cannot do that. There is no room or building on earth large enough to hold you all. So I must talk to you, if at all, with my pen. " I hope you will all study hard, be obedient to your teachers and kind to your schoolmates. Do not shirk any lessons, no matter how difficult they may be, for if you master your lessons now, you will be better able to conquer many difficulties when you grow to be men and women. "When you play, I hope you will play as hard as ever you can. It will help you to get strong and keep strong in body, just as hard study will strengthen your minds. Then, in years to come, you will not be in danger of ' breaking down ' when you have much work to do with hands or brain. " I suppose you have heard it said that ' all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.' Atid I believe that all play and no work would be just as bad. Don't you? So I want to tell you how to do something that certainly is not all work and surely is not all play — indeed, most of it is neither work nor play. What to call it I hardly know, — but I am sure that no pupil who does it will be a dull boy or a dull girl, "When you are tired of work and lessons, and tired, too, of play, just stop your work or your play and think about the Flag of your country. And not only think about it, but read about it, write about it, learn what others have said about it — sing about it. You INTRODUCTION. ix will find plenty of things to aid you in your thinking, reading, writing and singing, in those programs which your good friend, the editor of the Manual, has prepared for your special use. Now will not that be a pleasant change from work, and far more useful than mere play? I am sure also that it will illumine your work and your play with the ' fine gold ' of Patriotism. " Patriotism, dear children, means love of country. It is some- thing that lives in the heart, and makes one willing to do anything that will be for the good of his country. So you see you cannot learn it from your books, nor get it from your play. But by using the exer- cises of this book, I think you can find and put away in your hearts that spirit which will make of you all good citizens — true patriots, loving your own land and wishing all nations of the earth to possess that freedom and happiness which you in America so much enjoy. I hope that you will find in this book those symbols of your country which stand for the great principles upon which our government is founded; that you will have your imagination aroused so that you can see, as ' with your eyes shut,' what beautiful lessons in patriotism those symbols teach, lessons that will prove to be like pictures of pleasant things that you may hang on the walls of Memory, never to fade; that in the sweet and strong music of the book you may feel your young spirits strengthened to fight, in years to come, in peace or in war, the noble battles of Patriotism and the Flag. " Sincerely yours, " [Signed.] -M^i^A-X^Cy^^-^yil^Oo^C^^ SUGGESTIONS TO TEACHERS. Do not look upon this Manual as a text-book in American history. Tliere are many good books that give the facts, and some that attempt the philosophy of the subject. But this does not pretend to do either. I am of the mind that neither facts nor philosophy alone, nor both combined, can create the sentiment of patriotism, much less foster and strengthen it in the minds and hearts of children. Be yourselves well grounded in the facts, and teach them as may be needful. Seek the philosophy of events, and teach it as far as possible. But when you take this book in your hands, let the light of sentiment and imagination play over facts and theories — tingeing all as with the beautiful Red, White and Blue of the Flag. Put yourselves in the place of the child. When your own mind is thus made responsive to the color-touch in history, try to make your pupils see and feel the illuminating power of great and worthy deeds. Nor of deeds alone. Teach them the wonderful power that abides in great personalities. Hold before their eyes a vision of the commanding figures of our own American history. Inspire them with a sentiment of loyalty and devotion to native land. If so profound a reasoner so wonderful an orator as Webster, con- stantly wove intO' the fabric of his most enduring speeches the splendid colors of the imagination, surely we need not hesitate, but rather, should be eager to use as best we can, though in faint degree, that power which he so magnificently wielded. Remember that the imagina- tion is the very heart of all the symbols which are found in this book and are here used to set forth the noblest principles of government, the great underlying truths of our common humanity. So, it was with intent that pictorial themes were largely chosen for the programs that follow. At the same time, it should be under- stood that the prefatory matter which caps each program is meant only as a hint or suggestion to be amended or enlarged as any teacher may wish. Keep the Flag ever before the mind's eye. Remember, also, (xi) xii MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. that so far as patriotism finds oral expression it is through music, poetry and prose. They are the gateways beautiful into the mind of the child. Teach them to sing the songs, let them learn " by heart " the poems and prose selections, — for not a strain of music, not a stanza, not a sentence, conveys an unworthy thought. Do not be alarmed at any sentiment for fear it is too profound for children to comprehend. If they learn it not in early years, they will never learn it. But my word for it, the day of a complete understanding of its mean- ing will come, and then they will remember, with undying thanks, the faithful one who taught them. Do not let them lose sight of the under- lying thought of each program, that special quality in pictorial guise, which it is intended to set forth. Perhaps it is sympathy, or freedom or protection — no matter what, in the wide range of patriotism. If the central, rallying word is not given in the preliminary note, let the teacher give it, or better still, let the pupils find it. Let them put it in as clear and compact a " composition " form as possible, or explain it in oral form. Have class exercises frequently; let pupils sing or repeat in concert; borrow the music of other groups or individual programs, if time permits; the selections, poetry or prose, of different groups or single programs, choosing selections from any part of the book. Put in a quotation exercise, now and then, permitting pupils to select for themselves. Mindful that in school as elsewhere, " time is money," I have made the great majority of the programs so brief that any one may be compassed in ten minutes or less, at the opening or closing of the daily session. All told, the programs number forty, so that a daily exercise may be given through the school year without repeating any one program more than four or five times, just often enough to keep the memory refreshed on the various songs and selections. The pro- grams for Memorial Day, Washington's birthday, Lincoln's birthday. Flag Day, have been made longer than others, as befits their great importance. Each of these four great themes makes a group by itself. The other programs are divided into groups according to the relation they bear to the Flag, the central theme of all the programs. Near the opening of the book a brief history of the flag is given. SUGGESTIONS TO TEACHERS. xiii straightway followed by exercises pertaining to the flag and by the ceremony of " Salutes " and " Pledges of Allegiance." Thus the body of the book has been divided into groups, each distinct and separate, and similarly into programs closely related to " The Flag." Even the abstract subjects, with their wisely-chosen selections, all find their meaning and inspiration in the flag. It was the first thought of the editor of this Manual to make an extended list of patriotic books for the use of pupils. But that does not fall within the province and scope of the law, and so no such bibliography appears. It is entirely right and commendable, however, for any teacher to point out to his pupils the sources of our history and to give them the knowledge of its facts. For this, any good text in United States History will suffice. Upon the sentiment and romance of our history, the books are almost innumerable. Here again, the teacher's discretion and opportunity must be his guide. It may be that enthusiastic and progressive teachers will welcome the giving, from time to time, of what may be called a composite pro- gram. If so, take any program-subjects, such as liberty bell, sword, dove, shield, flag, let a pupil or pupils tell what each symbolizes, and then show what use any great statesman or statesmen made of these or similar symbols and what the symbols meant to them. Thus, to Abraham Lincoln, and through him to the people of this great nation, the liberty bell meant freedom; the sword, union; the dove, peace with honor; the shield, protection; the flag, loyalty. The possible combina- tions of such a plan are many, historically interesting, patriotically profitable. It is greatly to be desired that the ceremony of the " Transfer of Flags " be held in as many schools of the State as possible. Choose a national holiday for the exercise. In cities, let each school be repre- sented by a color-bearer with a flag. Range the delegates in semi- circle on the stage. In smaller places, put all the pupils, or as many as possible, upon the stage, accompanied by the flag in the hands of a color-bearer. Alike in cities and smaller places, let the flags to be transferred be those donated by G. A. R. Posts rather than those purchased by the city or district authorities under mandate of the State. Invite veterans, parents, friends. Arrange whatever patriotic xiv MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. exercises seem best, and near the close, let the teacher, or an old soldier, or some adult speaker, give a brief history or eulogy of the flag, exhort each new color-bearer to guard it sacredly, to do nothing that might bring dishonor to its unsuUied colors. Then, at the word of command, " Transfer flag! " let the color-bearer who has had the care of the flag for the past year hand it over to another who is to be its custodian for the year to come. It is an inspiring and memorable sight ! For several months, in the scant leisure of a busy life, I have wrought at the plan and making of this book. The task has been, to me, very pleasurable; I hope it may be to others most profitable — to teachers, by strengthening and clarifying their appreciation of the noble history of our common country; to the Young America of the Empire State, by the creation and exaltation of a pure-minded and intelligent patriotism. And so I drop my pen, with a silent salute and renewed pledge of allegiance to The Flag! W. K. W. CONTENTS. Page. Preface , iii Introduction v Suggestions , xi Group I. The Flag: Brief History of the Flag; The Stars; The Red, White and Blue; The Half-masted Flag; Saluting the Flag; Patriotic Pledges. Interspersed Patriotic Songs i Group II. The Flag Protects The Home; School; Capitol; Restored Union. Songs 37 Group III. The Flag Waves Over The Camp; Hospital; Exposition Buildings; Consulate; Land and Sea. Songs eg Group IV. The Flag is Symbolized by The Liberty Cap; Liberty Bell; Sword and Dotc; Eagle; Shield. Songs. . 95 Group V. The Flag Illumines the Tableaux Of the Minute Man; Departure and Return of States; March of Flags; Army and Navy; Homage to Columbia 141 " — Concluded — The Flag Glorifies the Patriotic Utterances Of Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, Lowell 152 Group VI. The Flag Recalls Columbus Day; Landing of the Pilgrims; Lexington and Concord; Fourth of July; Yorktown. Songs 155 The Flag Hallows Memorial Day: Prologue: General Grant and the Civil War; Admiral Dewey and the Spanish- American War; Quotations. SoNGS 185 In Memoriam May 30th. Selections and Songs 227 Thb Flag Consecrates the Birthday of George Washington : Selections, Quotations and Songs 241 (xv) xvi CONTENTS. The Flag Blesses the Birthday of Abraham Lincoln : Pack. ' Selections, Quotations and Songs 267 Flag-Day Makes Sacred June 14TH: Selections, Quotations and Songs 299 Selections — in Prose and Poetry — on Patriotism 329 Declaration of Independence 351 Constitution of the United States 353 Liberty 355 Union 359 Citizenship 366 Our Country: Quotations 373 The Nobility of Labor 383 Important Dates in American History 389 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. GROUP I. THE FLAG. 1. Brief History of the Flag Song, America. 2. The Stars Song, The Star-Spangled Banner. 3. The Red, White and Blue Song, The Red, White and Blue. 4. The Half-Masted Flag. C Saluting the Flag Song, A Song of the Flag. \ Patriotic Pledges Song, The Waving Flag. (I) AMERICA. i Words by Samuel Francis Smith, D.D. 1 Moderate. S IS f=^=^ m --r I i ' i|- ii[ f 1 1 I— ^1 m m ^ * ^^ t^ ^ 1. My coun - try ! 'tis of thee Sweet land of lib - er - ty, Of thee I sing ; 2. My na - tive coun - try, thee — Land of the no ble free — Thy name I love ; 3. Let mu - sic swell the breeze. And ring from all the trees, Sweet free-dom's song ; 4. Our fa - ther's God ! to Thee, Au-thor of lib er - ty, To Thee we sing; dh :t m^^^m i ^ ^ -g-r- ?^ ^ W- Land where my fa I love thy rocks Let mor Long may thers died ! Land of the Pil - grims' pride ! and rills. Thy woods and tem pled hills ; tal tongues a - wake ; Let all that breathe par take ; our land be bright With free - dom's ho ly light ; ^ ^ =t ^ 1^^ i s ^ ■Eg ^. i IE r^H « — ft =S: From My Let Pro ^ ev ry moun heart with rap rocks their si feet us by ' f t ^ n tain side Let free ture thrills Like that lence break, — The sound Thy might, Great God, fei rs dom a pro our ^ rmg! bove. long. King! -s-=- ^ A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE FLAG. HERE were many flags of many kinds in our country in colonial times — long, long ago. The most famous one, perhaps, was that which was raised, for the first time, on January 2, 1 776, over the camp of the Continental forces at Cambridge. In mid- May of the same year, a flag of like design floated over the Capitol at Williamsburg. Thus, under similar flags, the great colony of Massachusetts and that of Virginia together marched towards the free- dom they so much wished to see. There is good reason to believe, also, that the famous naval hero, Paul Jones, was the first man in the world to hoist a similar flag upon a regular man-of-war. Nor was it long before a sixteen-gun brig, " The Reprisal," commanded by Capt. Lambert Wickes, sailing from home soon after the adoption of the Declaration of Independence, carried the flag across the seas and unfurled it in the harbors of the Old World. So, both on land and sea, at home and abroad, waved that Con- tinental Banner which seemed to stretch its folds, like hands of wel- come, to greet a new nation. The first real American flag had its origin in the following resolu- tion adopted by the American Congress, June 14, 1777: "Resolved, That the flag of the thirteen United States be thirteen stripes alternate red and white; that the union be thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new constellation." But the flag thus resolved upon could not make itself. So, a committee of Congress, accompanied by Washington, sought out the home and services of Mrs. Elizabeth Ross of Philadelphia — better known as " Betsy Ross "-— to aid them in the flag-making. Her skill- ful hands and vdlling heart soon worked out a plan, and gave to this (S)' 6 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. country that red, white and blue banner which is the admiration of all nations and the unfailing joy of every true American. What a pleasant sight it must have been to see Mistress Betsy Ross, that good dame of Revolutionary days, at work upon that new flag which nowadays we call " the dear old flag." Well may we believe that she had a thoughtful yet serene face; that she loved her country with a deep and tender love. For, indeed, it was her country, though not then free from the grasp of King George. Who can tell what a help the sight of the new flag was in gaining that independence which has made our land so great and happy? No wonder that an association has been formed to buy and keep, for patriotic purposes, the home in which was made, by the hands of Betsy Ross, the first real American flag. How old, then, is the flag? Less than a century and a quarter, you see. Yet, curiously enough, it is older than the present banner of Great Britain, adopted in 1801; or Spain's, 1785; or the French tricolor, 1794; or the flag of the Empire of Germany, 1870. Thus the flag seems as old as though it had lived for centuries. What a history the flag has had since those early days when Washington looked upon it as he stood under the old Elm at Cam- bridge! The thirteen stars and thirteen stripes were unfurled at the battle of Brandy wine, in 1777; they were at Germantown in October of the same year; in the same red-leaved month they sang their song of triumph over defeated Burgoyne at Saratoga; they helped to cheer the hungry and half-clad patriot soldiers at Valley Forge; they saw the surrender of the enemy at Yorktown; they fluttered their " Good- bye " to the British evacuating New York; they made glorious with their sky-born colors the dreary years of the Revolution. In the War of 181 2, the sea breezes blew over no American ship that did not have the flag of the stars and stripes at its fore; its folds seemed to be filled with voices that called aloud the names of gallant seamen — Lawrence, Perry, Hull, Decatur, and many others whose names will never perish. In the Mexican War, fought in the forties, our flag was carried into foreign territory, and waved over many places of great historic fame. It is true that not all of our citizens approved of that war, but THE FLAG. 7 the flag itself was not allowed to suffer harm ; on the contrary, it waved triumphant in the very " halls of the Montezumas." As for the Civil War, what veteran soldier cannot tell of the trials and triumphs of the four memorable years from 1861 to 1865? Then it seemed, again and again, as though the flag would be rent in twain, and the States be severed, never to reunite. Yet to-day we know a grander Union than ever before. It remained for the Spanish-American War, however, to make this reunion clear and strong — beyond a doubt or shadow. Men of the North and men of the South clasped hands and marched and sailed away, under the same dear flag, to fight on foreign soil for freedom to the down-trodden of earth. But we must not think that it is only in time of war that the flag has a history. It has a far more cheering and pleasant history in times of peace. There is always something sad about war, even when the flags are raised to celebrate a victory. For the victory has cost a great many brave men their lives, and that always saddens the Nation's heart. But in a time of peace, how proudly the flag floats over our homes and schools; " on land and sea, and in every wind under the whole heavens." Then the people are happy, because there is no loss of life among them by means of war; fathers stay at home and enjoy peace and quiet; their sons are at school or college, in business or working at a trade. On holidays the streets are thronged with happy people, children are at their games or play, or perhaps are in school celebrating the lives and deeds of men and women who have helped to make our country so strong and great among the nations of the world. And this is the peaceful and happy way in which our nation has spent most of its time since the close of the Revolutionary War. During more than a hundred years, the whole time occupied by war has been less than ten years. Those ten years show that we can fight when it is necessary to defend our country, keep our free- dom unharmed, our flag unstained; but they also show that we do not fight unless we must for the honor of the flag. They show, also, that we do not go to war merely for the sake of gaining territory from nations that are weak, nor simply to humble the pride of nations that are saucy and strong. 8 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. How different is the story of the nations of the Old World, and of the many little countries or republics of South America in the New World ! Their citizens seem so fond of killing each other that some of them keep at it most of the time, until their war-offices are filled with blood-stained battle-flags that they have carried with them into war, or have taken from their enemies, — very much as wild Indians might hang up in their wigwams, or fasten at their belts, the scalps they have taken from their victims. Oh, let us not do anything like that in our dear country. Let us rather set the flag flying, and watch it as it waves over a land of peace and plenty, — a land where the farmer may till the ground, the mechanic work in busy shops, the merchant buy and sell in his store, and thou- sands of merry boys and girls troop to school — everybody at work, and all in quiet and security because the Red, White and Blue waves triumphant over a happy, peaceful land. Surely it is well for Young America to honor a flag which has such resistless Power and gives such adequate Protection in time of peace. The flag stands for so much that is worth having and saving; it means so much to every citizen, young or old, that no honor paid to it can be too great. To be good citizens — keeping the laws, obedient to all rightful authority, merciful in the treatment of animals, kind- hearted and sympathetic towards the unfortunate, mindful ever of the good name and fame of our country,— all these things are quiet yet potent ways of doing honor to the flag. Many a veteran, reposing in well-earned quiet after marching and battling, is content to gaze till his eyes brim with tears at the flag that speaks to him so eloquently of days that are gone, of conflicts that are over, of the dearly-bought victories of Peace. But the eyes of children dance with joy when they see the flag, and they must needs speak and sing and act that joy. And so, it is wise to provide some way by which they may use their young voices and their ever-moving feet and hands. THE FLAG. OUR FLAG. Fling it from mast and steeple, Symbol o'er land and sea Of the life of a happy people, Gallant and strong and free. Proudly we view its colors, Flag of the brave and true, With the clustered stars and the steadfast bars, The red, the white, and the blue. Flag of the fearless hearted. Flag of the broken chain. Flag in a day-dawn started. Never to pale or wane. Dearly we prize its colors. With the heaven-light breaking through, The clustered stars and the steadfast bars, The red, the white, and the blue. Flag of the sturdy fathers,^ Flag of the loyal sons. Beneath its folds it gathers Earth's best and noblest ones. Boldly we wave its colors, Our veins are thrilled anew; By the steadfast bars, the clustered stars. The red, the white, and the blue. — Margaret E. Sangster. 10 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE FLAG THAT HAS NEVER KNOWN DEFEAT. On history's crimson pages, high up on the roll of fame, The story of Old Glory burns, in deathless words of flame. 'Twas cradled in war's blinding smoke, amid the roar of guns, Its lullabies were battle-cries, the shouts of Freedom's sons; It is the old red, white, and blue, proud emblem of the free, It is the flag that floats above our land of liberty. Then greet it, when you meet it, boys, the flag that waves on high; And hats oflf, all along the line, when Freedom's flag goes by. All honor to the Stars and Stripes, our glory and our pride, All honor to the flag for which our fathers fought and died; On many a blood-stained battle-field, on many a gory sea. The flag has triumphed; evermore triumphant may it be. And since again, 'mid shot and shell, its folds must be unfurled, God grant that we may keep it still unstained before the world. All haij the flag we love, may it victorious ever fly, And hats oflf, all along the line, when Freedom's flag goes by. — Charles L. Benjamin and George D. Sutton. OLD FLAG FOREVER. She's up there, — Old Glory, — where lightnings are sped; She dazzles the nations with ripples of red; And she'll wave for us living, or droop o'er us dead, — The flag of our country forever! She's up there,— Old Glory,— how bright the stars stream! And the stripes like red signals of liberty gleam! And we dare for her, living, or dream the last dream, 'Neath the flag of our country forever! She's up there,— Old Glory,— no tyrant-dealt scars. No blur on her brightness, no stain on her stars! The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars. She's the flag of our country forever! — Frank L. Stanton. THE STARS. HIRTEEN, and only thirteen stripes, — " alternate red and white," are on every American flag, no matter when made. These stripes tell us of the thirteen colonies that together fought the battles of the Revolution, and afterward entered into an enduring Union under the Constitution. Let us take here the roll-call of that noble band of sister colonies : Delaware Pennsylvania New Jersey Georgia Connecticut Massachusetts Maryland South Carolina New Hampshire Virginia New York North Carolina Rhode Island. Yes, the stripes that run their bright bands of color along the length of the flag never number more nor less than thirteen. Not so with the stars, — for each new State, a new star. As the evening of a clear night draws on, have you not watched the stars one by oae " peep through the blanket of the dark? " So in our country's sky. State after State, like star after star in the heavens, has flashed upon our sight until, in the closing year of the century, the " blue field " is filled with the radiant splendor of a " constellation " of forty-five States. This is the order in which they entered the Union: Vermont (1791), Kentucky (1792), Tennessee (1796), Ohio (1802), Louisiana (1812), Indiana (1816), Mississippi (1817), Illinois (1818), Alabama (1819), Maine (1820), Missouri (1821), Arkansas (1836), Michi- gan (1837), Florida (1845), Texas (1845), ^ovfa. (1846), Wisconsin (II) J 2 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. (1848), California (1850), Minnesota (1858), Oregon (1859), Kansas (1861), West Virginia (1863), Nevada (1864), Nebraska (1867), Colo- rado (1876), North Dakota (1889), South Dalcota (1889), Montana (1889), Washington (1889), Idaho (1890), Wyoming (1890), Utah (1896). And here is the list of territories which may yet shine as States: New Mexico, Arizona, Alaska, Indian Territory, Oklahoma, — though perhaps not as States of the first magnitude. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. Solo or Quartet Francis Scott Key. 1814. tr "W 3 — j ^J^ ^- j^z: m say, can you see, by the dawn's ear 2. On the shore dim - ly seen thro' the mists of 3. And where is that band who so vaunt-ing ly lightjWhat so proud -ly we hail'd at the the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread - — o ly swore,That the hav - oc of war and the 4. Oh, thus be it ev - er when free-men shall stand Be - tween their loved home and wild eS :^'^- ^^^^ d^= ^ m m m^ nt w^ r t^ r f— r ' - — --r twi-light's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the per - il lence re - po ses, What is that which the breeze,o'er the tow - er bat -tie's con-fu - sion, A . . . home and war's des - o - la - tion ; Blest with vie - fry a coun - try should leave us and peace, may the heav'n-res I -a- _ _ - ous fight, O'er the ing steep. As it no more? Their cued land Praise the :/=^ =t m =^=^: d^ 3^£ * P= ram-parts we watch'd,were so gal lant - ly stream-ing? And the rock - ets' red glare, the bombs fit - ful - ly blows, half con-ceals, half dis-clos - es ? Now it catch - es the gleam of the blood has wash'd out their foul foot - steps'pol - lu tion. No ref uge could save the pow'r that hath made and pre-serv'd us a na - tion ! Then con - quer we must, when our ^ -^ /_2JVLJ_J. -g:_t;_ t==t it^ _p^U m ^- Chorus. j5f= ^ =»<=ii= m --^ i^ ■J— ?*-^:| burst-ing in air, Gave proof thro'the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say,does that morn-ing'sfirstbeam,In full glo ry re - fleet - ed,now shines on the stream : 'Tis the star-spangled hire-ling and slave From the ter - ror of flight or the gloom of the grave : And the star-spangled cause it is just. And this be our mot - to : "In God is our trust !"And the star-spangled -t- :£* ^— S— (^ =t ^ V-. . ^ff % §^E ^^ X i cres. life 3zt :^=:1S It W- :jt=^ i^zia free, free, free, free, star -span-gled ban - ner yet ban - ner : oh, long may it ban - ner in tri - umph doth ban - ner in tri - umph shall 1/ i/ wave O'er the land of the wave O'er the land of the wave O'er the land of the wave O'er the land of the and and and and te -^ ^A H hM- cres. XJ5 the home of the brave? the home of the brave, the home of the brave. the home of the brave. 4?^4^ if^-Tg i "tdf ?^i THE FLAG. 15 SELECTIONS. It is the flag of history. Those thirteen stripes tell the story of our colonial struggle, of the days of '76. They speak of the savage wilderness, of old Independence Hall, of Valley Forge and Yorktown. Those stars tell the story of our nation's growth, how it has come from weakness to strength, until its gleam, in the sunrise over the forests of Maine, crimsons the sunset's dying beams on the golden sands of California. — 5". L. Waterbury. It is a little thing, perchance, to put the stars and stripes a few miles nearer to the pole than has been put the flag of any other nation; but yet, somehow or other, that fact appeals to us as Americans. — Adolphus W. Greeley. Two years ago, I saw a sight that has ever been present in my memory. As we were going out of the harbor of Newport, about mid- night, on a dark night, some of the officers of the torpedo station had prepared for us a beautiful surprise. The flag at the depot station was unseen in the darkness of the night, when suddenly, electric search- lights were turned on it, bathing it in a flood of light. All below the flag was hidden, and it seemed to have no touch with earth, but to hang from the battlements of heaven. It was as if heaven was approv- ing the human liberty and human equality, typified by that flag. — Benjamin Harrison. THE BANNER OF THE STARS. Hurrah! boys, hurrah! FHng our banner to the breeze! Let the enemies of freedom see its folds again unfurled. And down with the pirates that scorn upon the seas Our victorious Yankee banner, sign of freedom to the world! Chorus: We'll never have a new flag, for ours is the true flag, The true flag, the true flag, the red, white, and blue flag. Hurrah! boys, hurrah! we will carry to the wars, The old flag, the free flag, the banner of the stars. And what though its white shall be crimsoned with our blood? And what though its stripes shall be shredded in the storms? To the torn flag, the worn flag, we'll keep our promise good. And we'll bear the starry blue field, with gallant hearts and arras. — R. W. Raymond. 1 6 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. A VISION OF THE STARS. His lonely watch a sentinel was keeping, While stars were shining clear; Within their tents the wearied hosts were sleeping, And home in dreams seemed near. Near by, in peace, the broad Potomac river Ran fleetly on and free. And waves, like shafts from full and silver quiver, Shot onward to the sea. Such was the scene of rare and tranquil beauty, That met the soldier's gaze, And blended with his thoughts of present duty. The light of other days. 'Neath roof-tree quiet, far remote, were sleeping Those whom he loved so well — Dreaming perchance of him, or fondly weeping At thought of War's dread spell. Then as he paced, his watchful eyes upturning. He saw the arching sky, Where countless stars in silence clear were burning, Bespeaking peace on high. And gazing thus, he straightway fell to musing Upon that wondrous dome, — And in his wrapt imaginings was losing. For once, the thought of home. To him, that mighty dome the Union seeming, The stars were soldiers true That stood in ranks with watchful eyes a-gleaming. And great souls flashing through. " No hand," he cried, as raptured he stood gazing, " Can hurl the Union down. Or pluck from out that dome of might amazing. The stars within its crown." THE FLAG. But as he spake a cloud came blackly drifting Across the welkin blue, And spreading ever, threatening, dense and shifting, Hid every star from view. " Alas/' cried he, " is this the war's dread token? The stars all swept away. The dome of Union, lost to man, and broken, Forever and for aye? " Slow grew his step as on he paced, — and musing, Sad grew his. heart, — The portent seemed so direful, so confusing. The tears began to start! But lo! once more, through tears, his eyes up-glancing. The clouds are passing by! He sees the dome, and stars with light entrancing. Still watching in the sky! Gone are his fears. Exultant hear him crying, " The clouds of War will flee, And stars of Peace yet chant in chorus vying, ' Union and Liberty.' " Ah, lonely sentinel, let not thy vision. Though now fulfilled, e'er cease; Still point the Nation to the fields Elysian,— Thy chosen watchword — Peace. — W. K. W. 17 l8 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION. The stars of our morn on our banner borne. With the iris of heaven are blended, The hands of our sires first mingled those fires And by us they shall now be defended! Then hail the true — the Red, White, and Blue, The flag of the Constellation; It sails as it sailed, by our forefathers hailed. O'er battles that made us a nation. What hand so bold to strike from its fold. One star or stripe of its bright'ning; To him be each star a fiery Mars, Each stripe a terrible lightning. Then hail the true, — etc. Its meteor form shall ride the storm Till the fiercest of foes surrender; The storm gone by, it shall gild the sky. As a rainbow of peace and splendor. Then hail the true, — etc. Peace, peace to the world — is our motto unfurled, Tho' we shun not a field that is gory; At home or abroad, fearing none but our God, We will carve out our pathway to glory ! Then hail the true, — etc. — T. Buchanan Read. '.I .THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. HEN children pick a flower to pieces, just to see how it is made, casting its petals to the ground — that destroys both its bright colors and its fragrance. Not so when they first look at the flag, see that it is made up of three colors, and then try to find out with the " mind's eye " what each color stands for. That is a very pleasant and a very profitable exercise. Now, while it would be a good thing for the boys and girls in a school to think out the meaning of the tricolor for themselves, it will do no harm to give them a hint upon which they may work. Take then the red. Did you ever think how the red tide which we call " blood " courses through the body, and how it supplies the very Hfe-power of the body? So, the red in the flag is the symbol of the life of the nation. And again: When you read how the life-blood of men is poured out upon the battle-field, how can you help thinking of the bravery of those men! So, the red of the flag speaks of Courage. That for which white stands, the world over, is purity. So, the white in the flag proclaims that sense of Honor which is the safeguard and strength of the nation — that feeling and conscience which keep the citizen from doing anything which will ofifend against the law or weaken the moral power of the nation. Who does not know that blue stands for loyalty? Who' has not heard the expression " true blue? " So, the blue in the flag means Patriotism — that steadfastness of purpose, that devotion to native land, which makes the citizen proud of every noble deed of his countrymen, and \villing to undergo any trials for her dear sake. (19) 20 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. THE RIGHT OF THE LINE. When man with things mortal is through, When time shall its sceptre resign, When follows the final review, Who shall hold the right of the line? The Captain shall make the award. Fit place unto each shall assign. Who, who in Thine army, O Lord, Shall be given the right of the line? The nation which gains the award. Which wins by the right that's divine. Which holds by the will of the Lord, Unchallenged, the right of the line; Shall blazon her banner with stars, Stars brighter the sky never knew — Shall deck it with rainbow-hued bars, The Red and the White and the Blue! Our country! to Liberty true, Which ne'er in her service shall fail. Resisting the rule of the few That thus may the many prevail. Our country! which fights the good fight For manhood where'er it may be, Which stands for the right 'gainst the might. Inspiring all lands to be free. 'Tis she who shall be of best cheer When summoned to final review; She'll answer with never a fear — No trembling for those that are true; All hail her! 'neath Heaven's blue arch No flag can the Union's outshine, And they who beneath it shall march Will be found at the right of the line. THE FLAG. 21 O goddess of learning, whene'er A temple is reared unto thee, Raised high let our banner appear, The beautiful flag of the free; For know that whene'er 'tis unfurled, Thou best canst thy mission pursue, Thy torch shall illumine the world, Beaming bright 'neath the red, white and blue. O goddess of learning, whene'er A temple is reared unto thee. Raised high let our banner appear, The beautiful flag of the free. Thus they who its splendors behold. Shall learn as its fame they recall, A lesson more precious than gold — The duty of each unto all. As they gaze their souls shall expand. Till in ecstacy rises their cry, " We also at Freedom's command, Shall count it all honor to die. To our sires we swear to be true. Whose memory ever shall shine. And march in the final review. With them at the right of the line." — Win. H. McElroy. [Read before the Albany High School on the occasion of presentation of flags by the Grand Army of the Republic] At Oriskany five British standards were captured, and upon return- ing to Fort Stanwix they were hoisted and above them an uncouth flag, intended tO' represent the American stars and stripes. This rude banner, hastily extemporized out of a white shirt, an old blue coat, and some stripes of red flannel, was the first American flag with stars and stripes ever hoisted in victory. It was flung to the breeze on the memorable day of Oriskany, August 6, 1777. The following explanation of the colors and symbolic meaning of the " Stars and Stripes," was written by a member of the old Con- tinental Congress, to whom, with others, was committed the duty of selecting a flag for the infant confederacy: 22 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. " The stars of the new flag represent the constellation of States ris- ing in the West. The idea was taken Ixom the constellation Lyra, which in the hand of Orpheus signifies harmony. The blue in the field was taken from the edges of the Covenanter's banner in Scotland, significant of the league covenant of the United Colonies against op- pression, involving the virtues of vigilance, perseverance and justice. The stars were in a circle, symbolizing the perpetuity of the Union; the ring, like the circling serpent of the Egyptians, signifying eternity. The thirteen stripes showed with the stars, the number of the United Colonies, and denoted the subordination of the States to the Union, as well as equality among themselves. The whole was the blending of the various flags previous to the Union flag, viz. : The red flag of the armies and the white of floating batteries. The red color, which in the Roman day was the signal of defiance, denotes daring, the blue fidelity, and the white purity." There is the national flag! He must be cold, indeed, whO' can look upon its folds rippling in the breeze without pride of country. If he be in a foreign land, the flag is companionship, and country itself, with all its endearments. Who, as he sees it, can think of a State merely? Whose eye, once fastened upon its radiant trophies, can fail to recognize the image of the whole nation? It has been called a " floating piece of poetry; " and yet, I know not if it have any intrinsic beauty beyond other ensigns. Its highest beauty is in what it symbolizes. It is because it represents all, that all gaze at it with delight and reverence. It is a piece of bunting, lifted in the air; but it speaks sublimely, and every part has a voice. Its stripes of alternate red and white proclaim the original union of thirteen States to maintain the Declaration of Independence. Its stars, white on a field of blue, proclaim that union of States constituting our national constellation, which receives a new star with every new State. The two, together, signify union, past and present. The very colors have a language which was officially recognized by our fathers. White is for purity, red for valor, blue for justice; and all together, bunting, stripes, stars, and colors, blazing in the sky, make the flag of our country, to be cherished by all our hearts, to be upheld by all our hands. — Charles Sumner. THE RED, WHITE, AND BLUE. &nrMt±M s D. T. Shaw. 1. Oh, Co-lum-bia, the gem of the o - cean, 2. When war wing'd its wide des -o la - tion, 3. The star-spangled ban-ner bring hith-er, ^ § ^^m ^^^ The home of the brave and the free, The And threaten'dthe land to de - form. The O'er Colum-bia's true sons let it wave; May the J^l -1^ ^^^^^^^^^^m fe=jd N=^ :=&=* :^ ^^ :S= -t M^i= r^ It •M*- A world of - fers hom-age to thee ; Thy Co - lum - bia, rode safe thro' the storm : With the Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave ; May the shrine of each pa - triot's de - vo - tion, ark then of free-dom's foun-da - tion, wreaths they have won nev - er with-er, -i i ^^H-fiH^ Mi =[= It T=^ -V— V- rwfte^^^^^ ^ rx -^-^-I-i. -•-^ r man-dates make he - roes as-sem - ble, gar -lands of vie - fry a-round her, ser - vice u nit - ed ne'er sev - er, t When Lib-er - ty's form stands in view; Thy When so proudly she bore her brave crew. With her But hold to their col - ors so true ; The n. . .. ^ -•- — -t- -t fe^ p p-y— g-f- £^ ■^r- icUi m ^ Pfe?=l 1^^ « i p ^^ :^-t ^ It t =r ban-ners make tyr - an - ny trem-ble, flag proud-ly float-ing be - fore her, ar - my and na - vy for - ev - er, When borne by the red, white and blue. When The boast of the red, white and blue. The Three cheers for the red, white and blue, Three mm t — ^-^- -t =t=t L N» \« 1 S* N» 1 ys CS ^— •- I^=t ^ =^L^i_jLJ4La nfc i ^ 3^ T I by boast of the red, white and blue, cheers for the red, white and blue. When borne by the red, white and blue. The boast of the red, white and blue. Three cheers for the red, white and blue. ^^ ^^-^f n f jiftT V f- T — f r . - fe- p- — , r r — F— 1= — ^«— += Thy With her The n ^ M |_ THE RED, WHITE, AND BLUE. tf y it r^ ^^= ¥m ^ m ^^ ^ =t;t±t ^^ 3= ban-ners make tyr - an - ny trem-ble, flag proud - ly float - ing be- fore her, ar - my and na vy for - ev - er. IVhen borne by the red, white and blue. The boast of the red, white and blue. Three cheers for the red, white and blue. /-J— .i^ g^^^ f=r :^=t -*-»- M THE HALF-MASTED FLAG. '^' T is well for us to keep in mind not only the birthdays of the men who have done great deeds for their country, but on certain occasions also their deathdays. Thus, the one hundredth anniversary of the death of George Washington was observed on December 14, 1899, in many places, by many people. At such a time, the flag is not raised clear to the top of the pole or " mast," but about half-way, — and so we get the words, " the flag at half-mast," as a symbol of the sorrow of the true patriots for a great soldier and statesman dying long ago (like Washington), or perhaps for one just fallen out from the ranks of the living, like that brave sailor, Lieut. Brumby (died Decem- ber 17, 1899), ^^^ ^^S lieutenant of Admiral Dewey. This heroic officer and faithful friend of the Admiral stood by him in the great naval fight at Manila. Daring and devoted as he was, why should not the flags throughout his native State of Georgia be placed at half- mast, and his fellow-citizens recall and record his bravery and patriotism? So it is by keeping in remembrance the brave deeds of those patriots who have died — by telHng over again and again the story of their loyalty — by visiting the places made famous by them, — by all these things and in -many other ways, that children even may learn many a lesson in true patriotism; and the half-masted flag teaches the lesson. SELECTIONS. HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE ! Haw sleep the brave, who sink to rest, With all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould. She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. (25) 26 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair. To dwell a weeping hermit there. — William Collins. The past rises before me like a dream. Again we are in the great struggle for national life. We hear the sounds of preparation, the music of the boisterous drums, the silvery voices of heroic bugles. We see thousands of assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators; we see the pale cheeks of women, and the flushed faces of men, and in those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we have covered with flowers. We lose sight of them no more. * * * We see them all as they march proudly away under the flaunting flags, keeping time to the wild, grand music of war, marching down the streets of the great cities, through the towns and across the prairies down to the fields of glory, to do and to die for the eternal right. We go with them one and all. We are by their side on all the gory fields, in all the hospitals of pain, on all the weary marches. We stand guard with them in the wild storm and under the quiet stars. We are with them in ravines running with blood, in the furrows of old fields. We are with them between contending hosts, unable to move, wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly away among the withered leaves. We see them pierced by balls and torn with shells in the trenches by forts, and in the whirlwind o'f the charge, where men become iron, with nerves of steel. We are at home when the news comes that they are dead. We see the maiden in the shadow of her first sorrow. We see the silvered head of the old man bowed with the last grief. These heroes are dead. They died for liberty. They died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful wil- lows, and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the window- less palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars; they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for the soldiers living and dead: Cheers for the living, and tears for the dead. — Robert G. IngersoU. THE FLAG. THE PHANTOM ARMY. And I saw a phantom army come, With never a sound of fife or drum, But keeping step to a muffled hum Of wailing lamentation; The martyred heroes of Malvern Hill, Of Gettysburg and Chancellorsville, The men whose wasted bo'dies fill The patriot graves of the nation. And there came the unknown dead, the men Who died in fever-swamp and fen. The slowly starved of prison pen; And marching beside the others. Came the dusky martyrs of Pillow's fight. With limbs enfranchised and hearing bright, I thought — 'twas the pale moonlight — They looked as white as their brothers. And so all night marched the nation's dead, With never a banner above them spread, No sign, save the bare, uncovered head Of the silent, grim Reviewer; With never an arch but the vaulted sky, With not a flower save those which lie On distant graves, for love could buy No gift that was purer or truer. So all night long moved the strange array. So all night long till the break of day I watched for one who had passed away With a reverent awe and wonder; Till a blue cap waved in the lengthening line. And I knew that one who was kin of mine Had come, and I spoke — and lo ! that sign Wakened me from my slumber. — Bret Harte. 27 28 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD. The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on Life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead. Thus 'neath their parent turf, they rest. Far from the gory field. Borne to a Spartan mother's breast On many a bloody shield. The sunshine of their native sky Smiles sadly on them here, And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes' sepulchre. Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead; Dear is the blood you gave. No impious footsteps here shall tread The herbage of your grave. Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps. Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps. [It was a Southern soldier, Theodore O'Hara, of Kentucky, who wrote the immortal lines above since cast in bronze, and placed in the national cemeteries where lie the soldiers who fell for the Union. This refers to last stanza only.] DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER. Close his eyes; his work is done! What to him is friend or foeman, Rise of moon or set of sun, Hand of man or kiss of woman? Lay him low, lay him low. In the clover or the snow! What cares he? He cannot know; Lay him low. THE FLAG. „„ Fold him in his country's stars, Roll the drum and fire the volley! What to him are all our wars? What but death-bemocking folly? Leave him to God's watching eye; Trust him to the 'Hand that made him. Mortal love weeps idly by, God alone has power to aid him. — George Henry Boker. Let them rest where nodding clover Covers husband, friend and lover. Where the long cool grass leans over. And the stars their watches keep; Where with drowsy murmurings Haunts the bees with tireless wings; Where all night the cricket sings. Let them sleep. Under the guns of the fort on the hill. Daisies are blossoming, buttercups fill; Up the grey ramparts the scaling vine flings High its green ladders, and falters and clings, Under the guns. Under the guns of the fort on the hill. Under the guns of the fort on the hill, Once shook the earth with the cannonade's thrill; Once trod those buttercups feet that, now still. Lie all at rest, in the trench by the mill. Under the guns. Under the guns of the fort on the hill. How they went forth to die! Pale, earnest thousands, from the busy mills. And sun-browned thousands from the harvest hills. Quick, eager thousands from the busy streets, And storm-tossed thousands from the fishers' fleets. How they went forth to die! 30 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. A SONG OF THE FLAG. (Air: Yankee Doodle — each stanza sung to first half of solo.) Roll a river wide and strong, Like the tides a-s winging; Lift the joyful floods of song, Set the mountains ringing. Chorus: Run the lovely banner high! Morning's crimson glory. Field as blue as God's own sky. And every star a story. Drown the gung, outsound the bells, In the rocking steeple. While the chorus throbs and swells Of a happy people. Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc. For our darling flag we sing, Pride of all the nation. Flag that never knew a king, Freedom's constellation. Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc. Blest be God, fraternal wars Once for all are ended, And the gashes and the scars Peace and time have mended. Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc. Massachusetts, Maryland, Tennessee, Nebraska, One, Columbia's daughters stand From Georgia to Alaska. Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc. StafI and masthe;ad swing it forth — Liberty unblighted. West and East and South and North Evermore united! Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc. — M. Woolsey Stryker. SALUTING THE FLAG. T is well for -each boy and girl to own a flag — small and inexpensive, — or for each district to furnish a sufficient number. The flags can be lightly fastened upon the wall, transforming bare and cheerless spots into a bright glow of colors ; or, if patriotic pictures are on the walls, the flags may be draped about them with excellent effect. Another plan is to " stack " the flags on the platform or stage, or place them in a rack provided for the purpose. NoW, let us suppose that the day is so fair, the weather so fine, that the flags can be displayed out-of-doors. Good! give the chil- dren the blessed tonic of the fresh air. At a given signal, let each pupil take a flag from wall or stack or rack. Marshalling them into line, preceded, if convenient, by a standard-bearer carrying a good- sized flag or the school banner, let them march — singing a patriotic verse or two — till they come to the flagstaff on the school green, or to a spot whence they may see the flag at the roof-peak. Then, at a proper signal from the teacher, let them salute the flag and repeat in unison any one of the five pledge-forms printed below — then march back, " stack arms " and resume seats — ready, if time permits, for any one of the many programs of this book. If the weather is so bad that the flag and the children must both stay in-doors, let the salute and pledge be given as before, and any ten-minute program be taken up, — the only difference between this and the out-door exercise being, that in this the flags are left in their places on platform or walls. (31) 32 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. UNCOVER TO THE FLAG Uncover to the flag; bare head Sorts well with heart as, humbly bowed, We stand in presence of the dead Who make the flag their shroud. Uncover to the flag, for those Of Concord and of Bunker Hill, The first to fire on Freedom's foes. With shouts that echo still. Uncover to the flag, for him Who sang the song, the gallant Key, When in the dawn hour, gray and dim. He strained, its stars to see. Uncover to the flag, for one Who scorned to have his colors dip. And fighting all but flying none. Cried, " Don't give up the ship." Uncover to the flag, for him Who stoutly nailed it to the mast. And dauntlessjy, or sink or swim. Stood by it to the last. Uncover to the flag; the land It floats above is one anew, — The North and South, now hand in hand, See God's skies, gray and blue. Uncover to the flag; it flew Above the men who manned the Maine, The pledge that we will mete the due Of vengeance out to Spain! Uncover to the flag; it stands For all of bravest, all of best. In us with flower-laden hands, In those who lie at rest. — E. C. Cheverton. THE WAVING FLAG. W. K. W. O. R. Barrows. WJ=fe ^ ^ k ¥^=i : 9 Iz 4±EQ^^ =J==5 l^$ 1. When the sun is shin - ing, Hearts to joy in-clin- ing, Then we hail the ban - ner, 2. 'When the storm is rag - ing, All our thot's en - gag - ing, Then we hail the ban - ner. ^ E^;S^^^^^^^ :S ^^-i^Jhf=^= ff ±33E ^i:4= ^ ^a^fefeg 3 =yi=JL^=jLJ E^ m Float ing in air; And we pledge old Glo ry, Dear in song and sto ry. Light ing our room ; And we pledge old Glo ry, Dear in song and sto ry. ^^ ^= ^- ^i --^ E^^ ^E£ -?5l- Chorus. =s- ^ f Wav-ing o'er the land 6v-'ry-where. Wav-ing, wav-ing, wav- ing,wav- ing,Dancing in the sun - light, Ban -ish -ing a - far all the gloom. Light-ing,light-ing,light-ing,light-ing, Chas-ing ev-'ry shad -ow, -I \ u ;?=p=?5=p= EB ZXl^T"^ zb=g js J .rj zMz -K— + vLzpz m M m I 3^ ^m i ^ Rippling far on high,— Wav-ing, wav- ing, wav- ing,wav- ing, Waving 'neath the clear, arching sky. Bringing joy to all,— Light-ing, light-ing, light-ing,.light- ing. Malting bright the storm-shadowed wall. ■-r- I THE FLAG. 35 PATRIOTIC PLEDGES. No. I. Flag of Freedom I true to thee, All our Thoughts, Words, Deeds shall be, — Fledging steadfast Loyalty! No. 2. The toil of our Hands, The thoughts of our Heads, The love of our Hearts, We pledge to our Flag! No. 3. By the Memories of the Past, By the Present, flying fast. By the Future, long to lastv Let the dear Flag wave! No. 4- I pledge myself to stand by the Flag that stands for Loyalty,- Liberty and Lawt No. 5. The Youth's Companion " Pledge of Allegiance." (Right hand lifted, palm down- ward to a line with the forehead and close to it, standing thus, all repeat together slowly:) " I pledge allegiance to my Flag and to the Republic for which it stands; One Nation indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for All." (At the words " to my Flag," the right hand is extended gracefully, palm upward, towards the Flag and remains in this gesture to the end of the affirmation; whereupon all hands imme- diately drop to the side.) No. 6. CIVIC CREED FOR THE BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE GREAT REPUBLIC. God hath made one blood all nations of men, and we are His children, brothers and sisters all. We are citizens of these United States and we believe our flag stands for self-sacrifice for the good of all the people. We want, therefore, to be true citizens of our great country and will show our love for her by our works. Our country does not ask us to die for her welfare only, — she asks us to live for her, and so to live and so to act that her government may be pure, her officers honest, and every corner of her territory a place fit to grow the best men and women, who shall rule over her. 36 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SPEECH AT TRANSFER OF FLAGS. Color-bearers of the public schools: When on the 17th of May last, the flags which you now bear were presented by the two posts of the G. A. R. of this city, you were chosen to represent your schools, because you were thought worthy. The veterans of the Civil War from whose hands you received them were men who had shown their loyalty upon bloody battle fields. They felt that they were honored in intrusting to you these banners. Young hearts that should beat loyally through the years to come. Young hands that should ever be ready to strike in defense should the time ever demand it. After carefully guarding these banners for the time they have been in your custody, you are about to surrender them to other hands. They who follow you will in turn be as proud as you. In the years to come all of you will look back to your school days, and feel that the greatest honor bestowed upon you by your school was your selection as color-bearers. My children, you who are delegates from the various schools, thife day and cere- mony mean much to you. It is not the flag, with its stripes and stars of red and white, its field of blue, that of itself means anything. The language it speaks is what you should heed, is that which makes it the flag of freedom. Read lessons from its beautiful folds as unfolding in the fresh breezes of the morning they are kissed by the bright sunlight. It tells us that it is not the flag of war, but the flag of peace and good will. Its mission is the friendship of the nations. But it also tells us that should it ever be necessary to strike against wrong that the blow will be heavy. If ever it is necessary to draw the sword in behalf of wronged or oppressed humanity that that sword will not be sheathed until the -wrong is righted, and the hand of the oppressor raised. Learn that it teaches us to be good citizens, that in all civic affairs we should be upright and not seek office for the sake of pelf. It teaches us that public duty is a trust which should be faithfully performed for the good of our country and not for personal aggrandizement. Go from here to-day impressed with the thought of being better men and women because you are to be citizens of this great country, and that you will do your best to make it better because you are citizens; then my children you shall best honor the flags, which we intrust to your color-bearers to-day. — W. H. Scott, G. A. R. veteran. MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. GROUP II. THE FLAG PROTECTS 1. Home Song, Home, Sweet Home. 2. School Song, The Schoolhouse and the Flag. 3. Capitol Song, TJte Star of Freedom. 4. Restored Union Song, 0, Starry Flag of Union, Hail! (37) HOME, SWEET HOME. John Howard Payne. 1ST AND 2D Soprano. Sicilian Air. « m^i^fiLUU=4-iii.i-i-4X^^ ^:]H^n-^ \ ^ i ji 1. 'Mid pleas-ures and pal - a- ces, tho' we may roam, Be it ev - er so hum - ble, there's 2. I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my moth- er now 3. An ex - ile fromhome,splendor daz-zles in vain; Oh, give me my low - lythatch'd Tenor and Bass. m^ & m^ ft — p- ^ -I & £ E e ^ ^^m lT^^^m^i=i i -j Ji fea gft^ g= -^ ^ :g= 4r. £ ^ ■ r g E r r r " ' tf p^t^nr^^p^^ i H^ no . . place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hal - low us thinks of her child, As she looks on that moon from our own cot - tage cot - tage a - gain, The birds sing-ing gai - ly, that came at my U S53^ M^ m 1 — r *r r r f=T W^ ^ -e> m- :^^ ^^ 1: 8 < r ^ r t-^ ^ m-i I :if^-^4^F f Mf F F f=^ HOME, SWEET HOME. m S^E^ I— '> N :feqfl ?*=^=r s=p= ^^3^ S there, Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with else - where. Home, home, door, 'Mid the wood - bine whose fra - grance shall cheer me no more. Home, home, call ; Give me them, and that peace of mind, dear er than all. Home, home, ■^ -»- -•- -19- r r ' H!2- Jl^ 3: 3SE ' r Mr- 'If s m H..^ I ^S^ ^ :jtz=S= ^ Ff mm ^5 =je=)c; ■|2- iE ■£- :^=t -^ ■^2- J2:J^ P^s-=F i « » ^ ips^i i ^ :^ :S^ -a- #r=g ¥1 sweet, sweet home, Be it ev r er so hum - ble, there's no place like home. r gfe^ =g ^^=1= i^^^^^^^^ p i^g^^^^ ^ r 4^^ :t==t -» »- ^^ m^^^m^i-^-MU^ ^ m THE HOME. O need to ask you, my young friends, whether you love your home. It is, indeed, as the good old song says, " the dearest spot of earth." And yet, I wonder whether you ever think that it is only because of the shelter which the flag gives you that you have and enjoy your homes! If that flag-shelter were taken away, with it would pass at once the security of home. The flag, like a guardian angel, spreads its folds, like wings, above your dwellings^ and guards them with unceas- ing care, and with all the mighty power of the government. Let the flag, then, fly over your homes. Place it upon the walls of your room, so that when morning carries the flaming torch of Day before your window, touching the red, white and blue with a fresh splendor, you may cry, as once did a famous knight of old, " There's sunshine on the wall." SELECTIONS. HOME. Home's not merely four square walls, Though with pictures hung and gilded, — Home is where affection calls. Filled with shrines the heart hath builded. Home! Go watch the faithful dove Sailing 'neath the heaven above us. Home is where there's one to love; Home is where there's one to love us. Home's not merely roof and room. It needs something to endear it. Home is where the heart can bloom, Where there's some kind lip to cheer it. What is home with none to meet, y None to welcome, none to greet us? Home is sweet and only sweet, When there's one we love to meet us. (41) — Charles Swain. 42 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE HOME, THE NATION'S SAFEGUARD. A few Sundays ago, I stood on a hill in Washington. My heart thrilled as I looked on the towering marble of my country's Capitol. ****** A few days later I visited a country home. A modest, quiet house, sheltered by great trees and set in a circle of field and meadow, gracious with the promise of harvest barns and cribs well filled and the old smokehouse odorous with treasure — the fragrance of pink and hollyhock mingling with the aroma of garden and orchard, and resonant with the hum of bees and poultry's busy clucking — inside the house, thrift, comfort, and that cleanliness that is next to godli- ness, and the old clock that had held its steadfast pace amid the frolic of weddings, and kept company with the watchers of the sick bed, and had ticked the solemn requiem for the dead; and the well-worn Bible that, thumbed by fingers long since stilled, and blurred with tears of eyes long since closed, held the simple annals of the family, and the heart and conscience of the home. Outside stood the master, strong and wholesome and upright; wearing no man's collar; with no mortgage on his roof, and no lien on his ripening harvest; pitching his crops in his own wisdom, and selling them in his own time in his chosen market; master of his lands and master of himself. Near by stood his aged father, happy in the heart and home of his son. And as they started to the house the old man's hands rested on the young man's shoulder, touching it with the knighthood of the fourth com- mandment, and laying there the unspeakable blessing of an honored and grateful father. As they drew near the door the old mother appeared; the sunset falling on her face, softening its wrinkles and its tenderness, lighting up her patient eyes, and the rich music of her heart trembling on her lips as in simple phrase she welcomed her husband and son to their home. Beyond was the good wife, happy amid her household cares. And the children, strong and sturdy, trooping down the lane with the lowing herd, or weary of simple sport, seeking, as truant birds do, the quiet of the old home nest. And I saw the night descend on that home. And the stars swarmed in the bending skies, and the father, a simple man of God, gathered the family about him, THE FLAG PROTECTS. 43 read from the Bible the old, old story of love and faith, and then closed the record of that simple day by calling down the benediction of God on the family and the home! And as I gazed, the inemory of the great Capitol faded from my brain. Forgotten its treasure and its splendor. And I said, " Surely here — here in the homes of the people — is lodged the ark of the cove- nant of my country. Here is its majesty and its strength. Here the beginning of its power and the end of its responsibility." The home is the source of our national life. Back of the national Capitol and above it stands the home. Back of the President and above him stands the citizen. What the home is, this and nothing else will the Capitol be. What the citizen vnlls, this and nothing else will the President be. — Henry W. Grady. MY COUNTRY. I love my country's pine-clad hills, Her thousand bright and gushing rills, Her sunshine and her storms; Her rough and rugged rocks that rear Their hoary heads high in the air In wild, fantastic forms. I love her rivers, deep and wide, Those mighty streams that seaward glide To seek the ocean's breast; Her smiling fields, her pleasant vales, Her shady dells, her flowery dales, The haunts of peaceful rest. I love her forests, dark and lone, For there the wild bird's merry tone Is heard from morn till night, And there are lovelier flowers, I ween, Than e'er in Eastern lands were seen. In varied colors bright. Her forests and her valleys fair. Her flowers that scent the morning air, Have all their charms for me; But more I love my country's name. Those words that echo deathless fame, — "The land of liberty." 44 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Oh, give me back my native hills, My daisied meads, and trouted rills. And groves of pine! Oh, give me, too, the mountain air, — My youthful days without a care. When rose for me a mother's prayer. In tones divine! Long years have passed,— and I behold My father's elms and mansion old,— The brook's bright wave; But, ah! the scenes which fancy drew Deceived my heart,— the friends I knew Are sleeping now, beneath the yew, — Low in the grave! The sunny spots I loved so well, When but a child, seem like a spell Flung round the bier! The ancient wood, the cliff, the glade. Whose charms, methought, could never fade. Again I view, — yet shed, unstayed. The silent tear! Here let me kneel, and linger long. And pour, unheard, my native song, And seek relief! Like ocean's wave, that restless heaves. My days roll on, yet memory weaves Her twilight o'er the past, and leaves A balm for grief! Oh, that I could again recall My early joys, companions, all. That cheered my youth! But, ah, 'tis vain, — how changed am I! ■ My heart hath learned the bitter sigh! The pure shall meet beyond the sky, — How sweet the truth! — Hesperian. THE SCHOOLHOUSE AND THE FLAG. H. BUTTERWORTH. Frank Treat Southwick. i w Con spirito. ^ ^ X ^^^8^%^ m ^ m 1. Ye who love the Re -pub -lie, re-mem-ber the claim Ye owe to her for-tunes, ye 2. The blue arch a bove us is Lib - er - ty's dome,The green fields be - neath us E - ^^ d^if. i i ^ ^M -J L ^1 SEadE T i l W^ m Unison '^'^"^ " ''^" ' ^''- Harmony. r^/-^ f r r r t r r r r ^ ' / ^ ^^ ^ owe to her name, To her years of pros-per - i ty past and in store,— A hun-dred be- qual-i ty's home; But theschoolroom to-day is Hu-man - i - ty's friend,— Let the pec -pie the ^ . cres cen , - \ do. \ i dim. T" Refrain. Semi-Chorus. -f. u 1^5 }2: iS: 13^^ :1^ e =1= -S^J I ^- I hind you, a thou - sand be - fore ! flag and the school-room de - fend ! dim. , ... , J__J. =t fe^ffi 'Tis / -^ -iS'-. . the school-house that stands by the flag ; I £ IN^ TUTTI. ^ S^ * ^ ^ P^^^ -f-r- Let the na tion stand by the school! 3^^ / 'Tis . . the school-bell that ^ "r — ^ ^z« lento, ff. I^IL -IT- ' f • f rings for our Lib - er - ty old, 'Tis the school- boy whose bal - lot shall rule. jrj. iiiu lento, ff \ . \^ ^ * Small notes for instrument only. From Livhrmorb's "Academy Song Book," Ginn and Co., Publishers, by permission. THE SCHOOL ET us all praise and thank the Legislature of our great Empire State for that law which compels every schoolhouse to keep the flag flying during school time. For if home is " the dearest spot," hardly less pleasant should the schoolhouse be. And what can help so much to make it pleasant as the sight of the flag? Faces of the sunniest teachers will sometimes be overcast with clouds; pleasantest voices sometimes be edged with sharpness; sweetest tempers sometimes grow sour, like the richest cream after a thunder- storm; but the flag, ah, the flag! As it floats over the proudest or poorest schoolhouse in the State, it always greets you in the morning with a smile of welcome on its pleasant face, and when you start for home, waves its benediction over you, and shakes out from its folds this cheery voice: " Come again! I'll be here to greet you." SELECTIONS. THE SCHOOL LIBERTY'S SAFEGUARD. Our glorious Land to-day, 'Neath Education's sway, Soars upward still. Its halls of learning fair, Whose bounties all may share, Behold them everywhere On vale and hill! Thy safeguard. Liberty, The school shall ever be, — Our Nation's pride! No tyrant's hand shall smite. While with encircling might All here are taught the Right With Truth allied. (47) ^8 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Beneath Heaven's gracious will The star of Progress still Our course doth sway; In unity sublime To broader heights we climb, Triumphant over Time, God speeds our way! Grand birthright of our sires. Our altars and our fires Keep we still pure! Our starry flag unfurled. The hope of all the world, In peace and light impearled, God hold secure. — Samuel Francis Smith. THE COMMON SCHOOL. The sheet-anchor of the Ship of State is the common school. Teach, first and last, Americanism. Let no youth leave the school without being thoroughly grounded in the history, the principles, and the incalculable blessings of American liberty. Let the boys be the trained soldiers of constitutional freedom, the girls the intelligent mothers of freemen. American liberty must be protected. — Hon. Chauncey M. Depew. UNIVERSAL EDUCATION. The " fine, old conservative policy," as it was called two centuries ago, of " keeping subjects ignorant in order to make them submissive," has happily given place to one which seeks to educate all the people in order to preserve liberty, to enforce law, to develop manhood and womanhood, and to perpetuate the blessings of good government. Free common schools are open to-day all over our broad land. Col- leges and universities, high schools, and schools of professional and technical training offer their privileges to all who seek them. Two glorious centuries of educational growth, unmatched in the history of the world! What wondrous changes! What stupendous strides! THE FLAG PROTECTS. ^g Philosophers and statesmen have ever recognized the truth that universal education is the basis of true national prosperity and real greatness. " The fair fabric of Justice raised by Numa," says Plutarch, " passed rapidly away because it was not founded upon education." No truer reason can be given for the decay of everything good in a State. No nation vnll ever realize its full possibilities which does not build upon the education of the whole people, upon the enlightenment of the masses. Every consideration of public safety points to the wisdom of emancipating the people from the slavery of ignorance. Might alone has made the struggle for greatness and has failed. War, with all its horrors, has proved powerless to make nations great. Rome, great as she was, and leader of the world, fell, not because she lacked brave generals and great rulers, but because her plan of educa- tion did not reach to the foundations of her national life and character. In a republic like ours, the system of education, to realize its highest aim, must reach the common people, the " plain people," as Lincoln loved to call them. It is the highest province of the State to deter- mine the character and the quality of the education which will best prepare them for their life work as individuals, and as citizens of the republic. — Charles R. Skinner, from the President's Address, delivered before the National Educational Association of the United States, at Milwaukee, Wis., July 6, 1897. Our fathers, in their wisdom, knew that the foundations of liberty, fraternity and equality must be universal education. The free school, therefore, was conceived the corner-stone of the Republic. Washing- ton and Jefferson recognized that while religious training belongs to the church, and while technical and higher culture may be given by private institutions, the training of citizens in the common knowledge and in the common duties of citizenship belongs irrevocably to the State. We, therefore, uplift the system of free and universal educa- tion as the master force which^ under God, has been informing each of our generations with the peculiar truths of Americanism. — Charles R. Skinner, from address before New York State Teachers' Associa- tion, 1897. d CQ MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. FREE SCHOOLS IN'SPIRE LOYALTY TO COUNTRY. (From the last interview of General Horry with General Marion in 1795.) Israel 6f old, you know, was destroyed for lack of knowledge; and all nations, all individuals, have come to naught from the same cause; what signifies then even this government, divine as it is, if it be not known and prized as it deserves? This is best done by free schools. Men will always fight for their government according to their sense of its value. To value it aright, they must understand it. This they cannot do, without education, and, as a large portion of the citizens are poor, and can never attain that inestimable blessing with- out the aid of government, it is plainly the first duty of government to bestow it freely upon them. The more perfect the government, the greater the duty to make it well known. * * * God knows, a good government can hardly be half anxious enough to give its citizens a thorough knowledge of its own excellencies. For as some of the most valuable truths, for lack of careful promulgation, have been lost, so the best government on earth, if not duly known and prized, may be subverted. Ambitious demagogues will rise, and the people, through ignorance and love of change, will follow them. Look at the people of New England. From Britain their fathers had fled to America for religion's sake. Religion had taught them that God created men to be happy; that to be happy they must have virtue; that virtue is not to be attained without knowledge, nor knowledge without instruction, nor public instruction without free schools, nor free schools without legislative order. Among a free people who fear God, the knowledge of duty is the same as doing it. With minds well informed of their rights, and hearts glowing with love for themselves and posterity, when the war broke out they rose up against the enemy, firm and united, and gave glorious proof how men will fight when they know that their all is at stake. — Francis Marion. THE CAPITOL AVE you ever been in the city of Washington, the capital of your country? If you have, I am sure you never can forget the noble " Capitol " building, at one end of Pennsylvania avenue, while at the other end stands the famous " White House," the home of the President of the United States. To the Capitol the approach is very beautiful and the first sight of the great building very inspiring. Within its walls the laws which govern our country are made by United States Senators — two from each state in the Union — and Representatives from all the states, — the number from each state being based upon population. Here indeed, from the loftiest peak of the " Capitol," should our dear flag fly. For the flag is the emblem of that justice which the laws of this country must grant to every citizen, no matter how poor or humble he may be. In this building also sit the Justices of the Supreme Court of the United States. It is their duty to see that the laws are right, that justice is done between man and man, and that respect and obedience are shown to these just laws. Washington is without doubt one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It is in the District of Columbia, so-called. This district is really a territory of the United States, and as such is under the exclusive care and government of Congress. No finer historical program for the Capitol could be devised than to have pupils read about the men and the events that have made Washington, the Capitol, and the Dis- trict of Columbia, the home of the Capitol — so famous. Then let them mould their reading into short essays, to be read, compared and con- trasted as to knowledge of historical perspective shown and real ^'' com- posing " power. (SI) 52 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. A few Sundays ago I stood on a hill in Washington. My heart thrilled as I looked on the towering marble of my country's Capitol, and a mist gathered in my eyes as, standing there, I thought of its tremendous significance and the powers there assembled, and the re- sponsibilities there centered — its president, its congress, its courts, its gathered treasure, its army, its navy, and its 60,000,000 of citizens. It seemed to me the best and mightiest sight that the sun could find in its wheeling course — this majestic home of a Republic that has taught the world its best lessons of liberty — and I felt that if wisdom, and justice, and honor abided therein, the world would stand indebted to this temple on which my eyes rested, and in which the ark of my covenant was lodged for its final uplifting and regeneration. — Henry W. Grady. With each succeeding year, new interest is added to this spot. It becomes connected with all the historical associations of our country, with her statesmen and her orators; and alas! its cemetery is annually enriched with the ashes of her chosen sons. Before is the broad and beautiful river, separating two of the original thirteen states, and which a late President, a man of determined purpose and inflexible will, but patriotic heart, desired to span with arches of ever-enduring granite, symbolical of the firmly cemented union of the North and South. On its banks repose the ashes of the Father of His Country; and at our side, by a singular felicity of position, overlooking the city which he designed, and which bears his name, rises to his memory the marble column, sublime in its simple grandeur, and fitly intended to reach a loftier height than any similar structure on the surface of the whole earth. Let the votive offering of his grateful countrymen be freely contributed to carry higher and still higher this monument. May I say, as on another occasion: Let it rise! Let it rise, till it shall meet the sun in his coming. Let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and parting day linger and play on its summit. — Daniel Webster. THE STAR OF FREEDOM. Donizetti. iM^^Uii ^^^^ -a— ■zi- ii=«= 1. Bright- ly the star of Free - dom shines, Beam - ing with light and glad ness; 2. O dear Co - lum - bia, glo - rious land ! Ev er we Icrve and bless thee ; IS y^r g _f gz= =t=t ^z«: -*-. — • — • 1- J — J ^^ ^J4-i=#p^g^^H-^ Wak-ing to life new scenes of joy, Driv-ing a-way all sad - ness. Hail to ourcoun-try, Thy rights we'll ev - er brave de fend From those who dare oppress thee. Thy laws are just, thy g it-f V I. P-fe fcEfa^ k « — 9 — e — e- -8 e-r- fEE5EE|EpEEpEEtpEEfcfflE|=e; fe^4f ^'^^-j=^ ^^t±:teg Stout and brave, Land of our deep de vo - tion ; In ev-'ry clime her flag doth wave, sons are brave, Sa - credeachloy - al feel - ing; Round our loved flag we firm u- nite, P ^=p^ -^=^ n fe (ffi- it^j :t -^^ -^m- i Iz * ^J^ i^^s^^^s^^^s^^^^s ^?r—f- :Si r?- =i:^ g -lini- ti^-3: On ev - 'ry swell- ing o-cean. Round Freedom's al- tar kneel-ing. Bright-ly the star of free-dom shines,Beaming with Bright-ly the star of free-dom shines,Beaming with -J% =t=^: fe I^J^ .^r=8±i=^r3f-rg— g: SS^^ ^=5^^^ rb=tt=t=t 1==4: i rr ^— r ■4 i^-i I ' s light and glad ness. Beam -ing with light and glad - ness, Co - lum - bia, brave and free! m ^-::x%—^ ±z^=^=^ 1 .. I U t^t 10 THE RESTORED UNION. HE Boys in Blue! " When can their glory fade? Have you not heard your fathers tell of the great Civil War — the days from 1861 to 1865? How the flag, so dear to us all in the Northland, was lowered at Fort Sumter on a sor- rowful April day? How for four years the conflict raged between the North and the South, with untold loss of life and treasure? Many of you know the story in a far more touching and sacred way than text-books could ever tell it to you. " The Boys in Gray! " When can their valor fade? Fewer in number than the Northern soldiers, with scantier resources, with the war raging about their very hearthstones and the beautiful Southland filled with lamentation and weeping everywhere, how courageously they fought for the things they held dear! And to-day, thank Heaven, the flag that was lowered at Sumter floats over an undivided land, a united people, a Union restored! SELECTIONS. A httle while after I came home from the last scene of all [the funeral of Grant], I found that a woman's hand had collected the insignia I had worn in the magnificent, melancholy pageant — the orders assigning me to duty and the ftmeral scarfs and badges — and had grouped and framed them; unbidden, silently, tenderly; and when I reflected that the hands that did this were those of a loving Southern woman, whose father had fallen on the Confederate side in the battle, I said: "The war indeed is over; let us have peace!" Gentlemen, soldiers, comrades, the silken folds that twine about us here, for all their soft and careless grace, are yet as strong as hooks of steel! They hold together a united people and a great nation; for realizing the truth at last — with no wounds to be healed and no stings of defeat to remember — the South says to the Noi'th, as simply and as truly as was said three thousand years ago in that far away meadow upon the margin of the mystic sea: " Whether thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God, my God." — Henry Watterson, at banquet of the Army of the Tennessee in Chicago. (SS) 56 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE PALMETTO AND THE PINE. There grows a fair palmetto in the sunny Southern lands; Upon the stem New England hills a somber pine tree stands. And each towers like a monument above the perished brave; A grave 'neath the palmetto — beneath the pine a grave. The Carolina widow comes this bright May day to spread Magnolia and jessamine above her soldier dead. And the Northern mother violets strews upon her son below, — Her only son, who fell so many weary years ago. Tears for the gallant Yankee boy — one of Grant's heroes he. Tears for the stalwart Southern man — the man who marched with Lee. But love, and only love, between the lonely ones who twine Their wreaths 'neath the palmetto — their chaplets 'neath the pine. Oh, tried tree of the Southland! from out whose trunks were wrought The ramparts of that glorious fort where Sergeant Jasper fought; Oh, true tree of the Northland! whose pictured form supplied The emblem for our earliest flag, that waved where Warren died — Still watch the dead you've watched so long, the dead who died so well; And matrons mourn, as mourn you must, your lost dear ones who fell; But joy and peace and hope to all, now North and South combine In one grand whole, as one soil bears the palmetto and the pine! — Manley H. Pike. Sectional lines no longer mar the map of the United States. Sec- tional feeling no longer holds back the love we bear each other. Frater- nity is the national anthem, sung by a chorus of forty-five states, and our territories at home and beyond the seas. The Union is once more the common atlas of our love and loyalty, our devotion and sacrifice. The old flag again waves over us in peace, with new glories which your sons and ours have this day added to its sacred folds. * * * What a glorious future awaits us if unitedly, wisely anB bravely we face the new problems now pressing upon us, determined to solve them for right and humanity! * * * Re-united ! one country again and one country forever! Proclaim it from the press and pulpit! Teach it in the schools! Write it across the skies! — William McKinley, on his Southern tour, in 1898. O STARRY FLAG OF UNION, HAIL! M Words and music by Charles W. Johnson. m :-fci ^^ ^Pfffe^ ^ BH^ ^ 1. O star- ry flag of Un - ion, hail! Now wave thy silk - en folds on high, The 2. Who dares haul down from mast or tow'r. Yon em - blem of Co - lum - bia's pride. His 3. We raise no hand for strife or war, We plead for peace for ev - 'ry land ; But *^ m. ^=x 4^-^ ^^^ « i^^ ^ ^ * s m^ ¥ w— •- -•' — ^ gen - tie breeze that stirs each sail Pro claims a broad dear Free - dom nigh, life holds light in that dread hour. Since brave men for that flag have died. love we al - way each bright star, Each col or, stripe, and rain - bow strand. Piii^= =£ -^ '4 -t=r Chorus. ^M ^ ^ w r — Blue - field, thy stars for ev - 'ry State ; Thy crim - son stripes, thy peer - less white. P^? Si 4=1 i t^ E^E 1 g ' - V - -. - - Wave now o'er us, while our cho rus Swells our watch - word, God and Right ! — *—r 1 — I r ' b — I ^' i 1/ 1 By permission Silver, Burdhtt & Co. From "Songs of the Nation," MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. GROUP III. THE FLAG WAVES OVER 1. The Camp Song, The Camp Flag. 2. The Hospital Song, The Good Comrade. 3. The Exposition Buildings Song, The Centennial Hymn. 4. The Consulate Song, Many Flags in Many Lands. i The Land Song, Our Own Dear Land. \ The Sea Song, Ocean-Guarded Flag. (59) THE CAMP. HEN your fathers or your brothers enlist to fight for their j,,i country, they do not always march for the battle-field. They are sent at first " into camp," as we say. Some of you have seen these camps, — long rows of white tents, with streets stretching between the rows on either side. Here, the brave men stay for a long time, spending their time in drilling, in doing guard duty, and in getting ready for the hardships of a soldier's life. Then, perhaps after months of waiting, the Secretary of War, at Washington, sends word to them to " break camp " and hurry away to the scene of conflict. Again, a camp is often placed at the very edge of a battle-field, and there the soldiers, in their tents, try to get a little sleep, not know- ing but that the bugle may call them " to arms " at any minute. What a joy it is to a soldier, whether in drill-camp or battle-camp, to see floating from the tall staff the banner of the stars and stripes, in whose folds he finds courage for the day of battle! SELECTIONS. AN INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon; A mile or so away, On a little mound. Napoleon Stood on our storming day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how. Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow, Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps, he mused, " My plans. That soar, to earth, may fall. Let once my army leader, Lannes, Waver at yonder wall," (6i) 62 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Out 'twixt the battery-smoke, there flew A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound. Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy; You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. " Well," cried he, " Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The Marshal's in the market place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire. Perched him!" The chiefs eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire. The chief's eye flashed; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother-eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes: " You're wounded! " " Nay,'' the soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed. Sire!" And his chief beside. Smiling, the boy fell dead. — Robert Browning. On the morning of July ist, 1862, five thousand Confederate cavalry advanced upon Booneville, Mo., then held by Col. Philip Sheridan with less than a thousand troopers. The Federal line, being strongly entrenched, was able to hold its ground against this greatly superior force. But Sheridan, fearful of being outflanked, directed a young captain to take a portion of two companies, make a rapid detour, charge the enemy in the rear and throw its line into confusion, thus making possible a simultaneous and successful attack in front. Sheri- dan said to him : " I expect of your command the quick and desperate work usually imposed upon a forlorn hope," at the same time bidding THE FLAG WAVES OVER. 63 him wha^ promised to be an eternal farewell. Ninety-two men rode calmly out knowing the supreme moment of their lives had come. What was in their hearts during that silent ride? What lights and shadows flashed across the cameras of their souls? To one pale boy, there came the vision of a quaint old house, a white-haired woman on her knees in prayer, an open Bible by her side, God's peace upon her face. Another memory held a cottage, all imbedded in the shade of sheltering trees and clinging vines; stray bits of sunshine around the open door; within, a fair young mother, crooning lullabies above a baby's crib. And one old grizzled hero seems to see, in mists of un- shed tears, a bush-grown corner of the barnyard fence, and through the rails a blended picture of faded calico, and golden curls, and laugh- ing eyes. And then the little column halted on a bit of rising ground and faced — destiny. Before them was a brigade of cavalry three thousand strong. That way lay death. Behind them were the open fields, the sheltering woods, safety, and dishonor. Just for a moment every cheek was blanched. A robin sang unheeded in a neighboring limb; clusters of purple daisies bloomed unseen upon the grassy slope; the sweet fresh breath of early summer filled the air, unfelt by all. They only saw the dear old flag of Union overhead; they only knew that foes of country blocked the road in front; they only heard the ringing voice of their gallant leader ordering the charge, and with a yell, the little troop swept on. Flashed every sabre bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Charging an army, While all the world wondered. So sudden and unexpected was the attack, so desperate and irresistible the charge that this handful of men cut their way through the heart of the whole brigade. Then, in prompt obedience to the calm command of their captain they wheeled, re-formed, and charged again. At this opportune moment, while the Confederates were in confusion, Sheri- dan's whole line dashed forward with mighty cheers, and the day was won. That night, forty of the ninety-two kept their eternal bivouac on the field of battle, their white faces kissed by the silent stars. — John M. Thurston. 64 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE SONG OF THE CAMP. " Give us a song! " the soldiers cried, The outer trenches guarding, When the heated guns of the camps allied Grew weary of bombarding. The dark Redan, in silent scoflf, Lay grim and threatening, under; And the tawny mound of the Malakoff No longer belched its thunder. There was a pause. A guardsman said: " We storm the forts to-morrow; Sing while we may, another day Will bring enough of sorrow." They lay along the battery's side. Below the smoking cannon: Brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde, And from the banks of Shannon. They sang of love, and not of fame; Forgot was Britain's glory; Each heart recalled a different name. But all sang " Annie Laurie." Voice after voice caught up the song. Until its tender passion Rose like an anthem, rich and strong, — Their battle-eve confession. Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset's embers. While the Crimean valleys learned How English love remembers. And once again, a fiery hell Rained on the Russian quarters. With scream of shot, and burst of shell. And bellowing of the mortars. THE FLAG WAVES OVER. And Irish Nora's eyes are dim For a singer, dumb and gory; And English Mary mourns for him Who sang of "Annie Laurie." Sleep, soldiers! still in honored rest Your youth and valor wearing: The bravest are the tenderest, — The loving are the daring. — Bayard Taylor. THE FLAG OE FEEEDOM. The flag of Freedom floats in pride Above the hills our fathers saved; It floats as, in the battle tide. Above the brave and good it waved. It wakes the thought of other days. When they, who sleep beneath its shade. Stood foremost in the battle blaze And bared for us the patriot blade. High o'er its stars our spirits leap To gratulate their deathless fame, With them the jubilee to keep. And hail our country's honor'd named. Above the plains, above the rocks. Above our fathers' honor'd graves, Free from a thousand battle shocks. Our striped and starry banner waves. What was the price which bade it ride Above our loved and native plains? And are there men would curb its pride. And bind our eagle fast in chains? 5 65 66 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Spirit of Washington, awake! And watch o'er Freedom's chartered land; The battle peal again may break, Again in arms thy children stand! — Alonzo Lewis. REVEILLE. The morning is cheery, my boys, arouse! The dew shines bright on the chestnut boughs. And the sleepy mist on the river lies, Though the east is flushing with crimson dyes. Awake! awake! awake! O'er field and wood and brake. With glories newly born. Comes on the blushing morn. Awake! awake! You have dreamed of your homes and your friends all night; You have basked in your sweethearts' smiles so bright; Come, part with them all for awhile again, — Be lovers in dreams; when awake, be men. Turn out! turn out! turn out! You have dreamed full long, I know, Turn out! turn out! turn out! The east is all aglow. Turn out! turn out! From every valley and hill there come The clamoring voices of fife and drum; And out on the fresh, cool morning air The soldiers are swarming everywhere. Fall in! fall in! fall in! Every man in his place. Fall in! fall in! fall in! Each with a cheerful face. Fall in! fall in! — Michael O'Connor. THE CAMP FLAG. W. K. W. Moderato. Hamlin E. Cogswell. m^ ^m 85- St ^P i 1. When the morn - ing dawns 2. When the eve - ning pales in in the east the West em em 1.. L skies, And I its col the dy ors ing ±^^^r\ — g I I 1=:: ^ V — --b= -h ^ = r u i^-r ^ m^^^^^m flame a far, . . O'er the low - roofed tents there the day is near, . . O'er the low - roofed tents there the -+ -ir -t- ^ dear flag flies, And dear flag flies, And it 'm^ :ese -I- , —V,- m^ ^ F^ ifc % m$ ■•-V- rt m=3^ 3z ^ i l2 rr mir - rors each fleet drives a - way ing all star, fear. -/^.J- Now it catch Let the dark f- f - , bm ^ -i- es the red of a ness fall o'er the i i=* f- :p m •it- ^ ^1/ j^ I U^' — ^^r ^=^J: ^fe^S ro - sy cloud As old camp ground. And ^ it drifts through the heav - ens bright, the night come on a pace. And it shakes its Still the sen - try t:^ ±tz * ^; ^k^ »i ii E^M i= ^- I folds when the winds are loud. And its sky - blue breaks on the sight! smiles on his drear - y round. For he thinks of the Flag's dear face! ^^m SeeE: ^ ^H^M^ ^ i^Nt i THE HOSPITAL. AR is a very cruel thing-, never to be begun unless the honor or safety of the nation demands it; never to be continued for a single hour beyond that which is needful. For in every war, many brave men are killed and many more are wounded. Now, it is for these poor wounded fellows, as well as for those who are taken sick, that hospitals are needed. Many of them are only large tents, put up outside the line of battle. In these hospital- tents, surgeons and nurses (noble-hearted women) do all they can to relieve the sick and wounded. If they get better, they are often sent to a permanent hospital, or better still to the dear home from which they started for the war. Nowadays, over every battle-field hospital in all civilized countries is seen the flaming " Red Cross " of the society of that name. That is the pledge that the sick and hurt soldiers will not be attacked by the enemy. And yet, even with that cross of mercy, how dear to the wounded patriot is the sight of that flag for which he is willing to give his life — " the last full measure of devotion." In hospitals, women are the " ministering angels." What a fine, patriotic exercise children could make up from the services of such immortal names as Florence Nightingale, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and Clara Barton. Theirs is a heroism and patriotism no less grand and self-sacrificing than that of the bravest soldier they ever nursed back to life and health. (69) 70 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. SANTA FILOMENA. Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise. To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls. And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares. Honor to those whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs, And by their overflow Raise us from what is low! Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead. The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp, — The wounded from the battle-plain. In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors. The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom,, And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufiferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls. As if a door in heaven should be Opened and then closed suddenly, The vision came and went, The light shone and was spent. On England's annals through the long Hereafter of her speech and song. That light its rays shall cast From portals of the past. A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood. THE FLAG WAVES OVER. 71 Nor even shall be wanting here The palm, the lily, and the spear; The symbols that of yore Saint Filomena bore. — H. W. Longfellow. AN INCIDENT. Do you remember, in that disastrous siege in India, when the little Scotch girl raised her head from her pallet in the hospital, and said to the sickening hearts of the English: " I hear the bagpipes; the Camp- bells are coming! " And they said, " No, Jessie; it is delirium." " No, I know it; I heard it far off." And in an hour, the pibroch burst upon their glad ears, and the banner of St. George floated in triumph over their heads. — George William Curtis. WOMEN OF THE WAR. (An anonymous poem composed during the Civil War.) The dim light of the hospital Shone on the beds of pain, And the long night seemed endless, When in walked " Betsy Jane." " My God! is this a woman? " Said one poor soldier boy. And tears rolled down his manly cheeks, But they were tears of joy. And chaos turned to order. As Betsy Jane stepped in, And cleanliness which, we are told, " To godliness is kin." Hard tack and salted bacon To chicken broth gave way, And sanitary stores came in, And beef tea won the day. " Oh, see my soft white pillow! My bed is clean once more." And " some one's darling " smiled upon This Woman of the War. 72 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. I know not if our " Betsy Jane " Was fair to other eyes. But to her " Boys in Blue " she seemed An angel from the skies. Her apron and her gown of serge Each soldier loved to see. And blessed her footsteps as she brought Such " heavenly toast and tea." All the sweet charities of home In plenty there she poured, And each day's work now brought its own " Exceeding great reward 1 " It was not in the earthquake, Or in the fiery flame. But in the soothing gentle voice That then God's angel came. And when He comes whose right it is Within our hearts to reign. And reads from out the Book of Life The name of " Betsy Jane '' — Oh, in that great Muster RolJ Before the Judge of all. When faithful servants of the Lord Shall answer to His call, Perhaps He'll say to some of them: " For inasmuch as ye Have done it to the least of these, Ye've done it unto Me." And then with psalms and tossing palms. Like banners waving o'er. The pearly gates will open wide To " Women of the War." ^ Alia marcia. i4; ^- -t=J^ THE GOOD COMRADE. German. ^ I I I 1? '-V I -Jtzio^ I once So swift No more had a broth - er sol - dier, a ball comes speed - ing, we'll march, O com A Is rade, To com - rade true and tried ; it for me or thee? bat - tie side \iy side; ^ Fj J i I V We Low My XI -V- =t: ^ES -^i — •■ ^^ ^ 3 S ^=^r ■Trf- -•--•- i — ^ — ^ SI g^ !^ ^^^§ EiE^ 4=t: ^= ^ ^a 1= T' — r blithe and watch him main - est T-V marched at sig nal giv - en, at my feet he's ly ing, hand shall clasp thee nev er. With step so And as I Yet thou re e van, dy ing, ev er To He My ^^ t E^ E^E i i&t T=^ ^t=t- dEt s=r -^ — --t- =^ Ef^f^tp i ^i -- /^ cen - turies fa - thers beau - ty peace se fall like spake that made the cure, in Si-^ m. s =t f= f- i Is ^ g-UJ_J : j^; d=E^ W^=^ - 3 r grams word bride jus of of of tice sand. We meet to day. Thine Whose ech o is use. We thank Thee; but, strong; A - round our gift I u nit ed, free. And the glad re frain Of with al, we crave The of free - dom, draw The -^- ^: -^ i f= ^ h=^ iEEfe 3 i -i= -s'-^ -(2- rq^-r^r the tal to di 8^ loy - al to rend ed bolt au stere vir safe guards of S=^ --^ I our and tues Thy -(S land fall and ing strong to right eous J- Thee, To chain. To save. The hon law ; And, cast thank Thee grace our or in -J- for fes proof some i m, =t= TTI^ i i =g=^^ I ^ i^ 1^ -s- e ra time, from place or vin - er done, And all The gold, The mould. Let r^ a ^=f=f? N trust zones man the -(2- Thee of hood new for earth, nev cy the our er cle ^ o - p'ning guests we bought nor shame the J^ ! r one. call, sold! old! ^ E g T Words by special arrangement with Houghton, Mifflin & Co. Music used by permission of Oliver Ditson Company, owners of copyright. THE FLAG WAVES OVER. 8l New York has built two houses at the Fair. One is the palatial structure before us, a fitting representation of the dignity and opulence of the Empire State. The other is an humble structure at the opposite end of the park destined to show how a workingman and his family may be enabled to live with due regard to the requirements of sanitation and healthful nutriment. The house in which we stand has been one of the sights of the fair. -It has been a matter of pride to every New Yorker visiting Jackson Park that the headquarters of his state were so beautiful, so commodious, and so popular. He has found here the conveniences of a club, the educating influence of a museum, and the rest and refreshment of a summer villa. The true attitude of the people of New York toward this Exposition has nowhere been more fitly rep- resented than in the superb proportions and princely magnificence of this their State house of call. But if this be New York's idea of the regal attire which befits her as a guest at the table of nations, the other edifice — the model workingman's home — is no less typical of her care for the welfare of the lowly, and her sense that the qualities that go to make her great are those which are nourished in the homes of the toilers. — Roswell P. Flower, at World's Columbian Exposition, New York State Day. PROGRESS. O Progress, with thy restless eyes. Sleepless as fate and tireless as the sun, The mighty mother of the world's emprise — Here, where we bring the treasures thou hast won, Bend thou thine ear and list to our acclaim. Stay thy imperial march by land and sea, While we this temple, vocal with thy name, ,We dedicate to theel Whatever here shall show mankind That, spite of history's lying page, Not buried in the years behind. But forward lies the golden age; Whatever here shall worthiest stand. The boon of ages yet to be, Best fruitage of the brain or hand, W« dedicate to thee. 82 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Whatever here shall truest teach How round the world may wiser grow The clearer eye, the wider reach, The rule of heaven here below; Whate'er makes Learning's torch more bright, Or wides the boundaries of the free, The jewels of our empire's might. We dedicate to thee! — William H. McElroy. [At dedication of New York State Building, World's Columbian Exposition.] MANY FLAGS IN MANY LANDS. ^ ^ 4- 1. There are man y flags in man 2. I know where the pret - ti est col 3. I would cut a piece from an eve 4. Then I'd want a part of fleec 5. We shall al - ways love the "Stars y lands, There are ors are, And I'm ning sky. Where the y cloud, And some and Stripes," And we i ^ flags of ev - 'ry hue ; sure if I on ly knew stars were shin - ing through, red from a rain - bow bright ; And mean to be ev er true But there is no flag how - How to get them here, I could And use it just as it And put them to - geth ■ er To this land of ours and the ii E ev er grand. Like our own "Red, White and Blue." make a flag Of glo rious "Red, White and Blue." was on high. For my stars and field of blue. side bv side, For my stripes of red and white. dear old flag. The "Red, the White, and the Blue." i! Chorus. Then hur - rah for the flag. Our coun - try's flag, It's w t^--=t -•— t- s^ stripes and white stars, too; -* — • There is no flag i W- ? =t land Like our own "Red, White and Blue." i THE CONSULATE. ^HE word " consulate " is taken from the Latin and, with Americans, refers to the building in which any man ap- pointed by our government transacts, in any foreign port, or town or city, such business afifairs of the government as may be entrusted to him. Always, except in very small places, the office is filled by American citizens, perhaps resid- ing abroad, but more commonly leaving home for the express pur- pose of representing our country and its interests in foreign lands. But the Consul — for by that name is he called — has a more sacred duty to do — that of protecting any American citizen who may be in danger in a foreign land. Then the flag flying over the Consulate seems to demand protection for any and all its citizens seeking its shelter. Even more, — it often protects men of other nationalities. When a Mr. Poin- sett was our Minister to Mexico from 1825 to 1829, the Mexicans, in a rage, sought the lives of certain European Spaniards. The Spaniards fled to the Consulate; the Mexicans pursued, and were about to at- tack the building, when Mr. Poinsett unfurled the Stars and Stripes, and standing beneath its folds saved his own life and that of the frightened Spaniards. SELECTION. Moral influence is good, but it is also a good thing to have some- thing material behind it. A missionary who recently arrived in this country, from Turkey in Asia, mentioned the following experience: " I left," he said, the " town of in the morning. In the afternoon of that day it was attacked by the Kurds, and several hundred of the inhabitants were slaughtered. When I reached the seaport, in- tending to take the steamer on the way to America, I was told by the local authority that I could not have a permit to embark, for he was commanded to detain a person answering to my description until fur- (8s) 86 MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. ther orders. I explained to him the necessity of my taking the steamer, and the great inconvenience of delay. He expressed his regret, but declared his inability to allow me to proceed. Presently the steamer sailed without me, and I had to wait another week. " Day after day passed, bringing only politeness and promises. The Consul telegraphed to Constantinople, but the telegram had to pass through the hands of the Government, and my name was pur- posely so muddled that the Minister could only telegraph back, ' I have received your communication, but cannot make out to whom it refers.' At last the Consul managed to get word to the commander of the gun- boat, which was lying about sixty miles off. Next morning, looking out on the Mediterranean, I saw the smoke of an approaching steamer. As it came nearer, I said to myself, ' Why, that looks like one of the White Squadron.' Presently I saw at her fore-peak the Stars and Stripes. She anchored in the port, and the commander called on the local authority, and said to him, ' I have come to inquire into the case of Mr. .' The local magistrate, with great urbanity, said, ' Oh, that is all right. His papers are in order, and he can go at any time.' The commander repUed, ' I am very glad of it, for otherwise I should have been compelled to demand him.' " THE LAND. HE land, your geographies tell you, makes up a large part of the earth's surface. And I am sure all chil- dren know that the extent of land, in this " Coun- try of Ours," as Benjamin Harrison calls it, is very great; very great also the stretches of sea-coast hemming in the land. But the larger the land the worse for the people, unless on every part of it — on every mountain, in every valley — there is en- joyed the order and protection which the flag represents. In olden times beacon-fires on hill-tops were the signals for free- men to rally to their country's aid. Let ours be the better, more inspiring, signal of the waving flag! SELECTIONS. I remember reading a short time ago about a Celtic regiment, called the Black Watch, which had been gone from home for many years, and when it landed again upon the shores, the men immediately kneeled down and kissed the sands of Galway. That's the kind of patriotism we want now-a-days ; the patriotism that loves the soil upon which we tread, that loves the air that surrounds us here in America, that loves the stars and stripes because they represent this great re- public; the kind of patriotism that not only seeks to defend our in- stitutions, but seeks to elevate our manhood and womanhood. — Anon. (87) MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. LOVE OF COUNTRY. Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, "This is my own, my native land! " Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned. From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go, mark him well! For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name. Boundless his wealth as wish can claim. Despite those titles, power, and pelf. The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown. And, doubly dying, shall go down. To the vile dust from whence he sprung. Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. — Sir Walter Scott. ^£ Allegretto. Zwf . T -^ OUR OWN DEAR LAND. fcg=/«/== r^- X m -^ ^ s y ' V. na - tive land ! Home of na - tive land ! None can pres-sion's laws, And fought 4 the brave and com - pare with for God and 1. Our 2. Our 3. Our own dear land ! our own dear land ! our fa thers spurn'd op J -t- -^ EfEEEEE -•-^ mm ^ ^ i i = ra^^^^^^^^¥ f=j=f s^te free! thee! Right! g_^l I In vain we search The fair - est work So may their sons, - r old of in o cean's strand To find a land like na - ture's hand — Our own dear land for Free-dom's cause Be fore - most in the t =fe ^ =g- S! ^ :|=^ ^ mp __l_J. ± t^^^=3:- 1^^ --^ thee! Thy tow'r - ing hills, thy prai me ! Our own dear land, our na fight! Our own dear land, our na • ries wide, Thy hoar tive land. O'er all tive land. Home ev - 1 cres. y for ests our homes thy er of the i!^^S -I- 5-s! :*=:t i E^ f^ "/ & i3 ^f ^ W^^' =i=r =*^=^ old and dim. Thy streams that roll ban - ner waves. And na - tions yet brave and free ; The fin est work in matchless pride. Thy tor - rent's thun - der un - born shall stand Be - side thy he roes' of na- ture's hand — Our own dear land for /5^'«/ =t=t 'f r itfc^fe: i?= ^ =^=t: i^ E^ dim. -&- hymn, graves, me ! -r^- r ^J ^ Thy streams that roll And na - tions yet The fi - nest work i_^ifei ^ 3=^ f- S^ It in match-less pride. Thy tor - rent's thun - der hymn, un born shall stand Be - side thy he - roes' graves, of na- ture's hand — Our own dear land for me! _. dim. ± It fe^ H— t^ ^ From Levekmobe's " Academy Song Book," Ginn & Co., Publishers, by permission. THE OCEAN-GUARDED FLAG. James Riley. tf L. V. H. Crosby. Air, " Dearest Mae." » ^^^ 1. That o - cean- guard - ed flag of light, for - ev - er may it fly! It 2. Tim-bers have crash'd and guns have peal'd be - neath its ar - dent glow ; But 3- ' Its stripes of red, e - ter - nal dyed with heart-s'treams of all lands; Its f I*: it flashed o'er Mon- mouth's blood - y fight, and lit Mc - Hen - ry's sky; It nev er did that en sign yield its hon - or to the foe; Its white, the snow- capped hills that hide in storm their up - raised hands; Its i :«= =t ^ bears up - on its folds of flame to earth's re - mot - est wave The fame shall march with mar - tial tread down a - ges yet to be . . To blue, the o - cean waves that beat round free-dom's cir - cled shore; Its tt IE names of men whose deeds of fame shall e'er in - spire the guard those stars that nev er paled in fight on land or stars, the prints of an - gels' feet, that shine for ev - er brave. sea. more. Chorus. ^§ E^E mm ^ ih=i^ ^3 iSi For - ev er may It -•- fly! For - ev er may it E=e ^m fly! That t= r^i=rt^ ?^^ ^^^^^m rit. =3=±=J ^ W 9^fe o - cean-guard ed flag of light. For - ev - er may it ^ /TV rit. f I =t: Words by permission of Casskli, & Co., Limited. fly!, :t=t THE SEA. SEA, with all its perils and shipwrecks, seems to have had little of terror for the hardy seamen of America. In every war in which we have fought, their skill and courage have been shown. And not only ships of war, but ships of trade have run the gauntlet of the waves. But battle-skill and commercial supremacy count for little unless the flag flies from the masthead of every ship and brightens every harbor and haven into which our ships enter. In ancient times, the galley-prows bore figures of heathen gods and heroes. Better far, the adornment of that flag which stands for the living manhood and immortal valor of our sailor lads! SELECTIONS. THE SHIP OF STATE. Thou too, sail on, O ship of state! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity, with all its fears. With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel. What Workman wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope. What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat. Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock, 'Tis but the flapping of the sail. And not a rent made by the gale! (91) g2 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. In spite of rock, and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, • Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea, Our hearts, our hopes, are all with theel Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears. Our faith, triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee — are all with thee! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. ADMIRAL FARRAGUT. During the Civil War it was an easy thing in the North to support the Union, and it was a double disgrace to be against it. But among the highest and loftiest patriots, those who deserved best of the whole country, were the men from the South who possessed such loyalty and heroic courage that they stood by the flag and followed the cause of the whole nation, and the whole people. Among all those who fought in this, the greatest struggle for righteousness, these men stand pre- eminent, and Farragut stands first. He belongs to that class of commanders who possess in the highest degree the qualities of courage and daring, of readiness to assume great responsibility and to run great risks. As a boy he had sailed as a midshipman, and he saw the war of 1812, in which, though our frigates and sloops fought some glorious actions, our coasts were blockaded and insulted, and the Capitol at Washington burned, because our statesmen and people had been too short-sighted to build a big fighting navy; and Farragut was able to perform his great feats on the Gulf coast because in the Civil War we had ships as good as any afloat. No man in a profession as highly technical as the navy can win great success unless he has been specially brought up in and trained for that profession, and has devoted his life to the work. Step by step Farragut rose, but never had an opportunity of distinguishing him- self in his profession until, when he was sixty years old, the Civil War broke out. He was made flag-ofificer of the Gulf squadron; and the first success that the Union forces met with in the southwest was scored when one night he burst the iron chains stretched across the THE FLAG WAVES OVER. n^ Mississippi, swqit past the forts, sank the rams and gunboats that sought to bar his way, and captured New Orleans. In the last year of the war he was permitted to attempt the cap- ture of Mobile. All he wanted was a chance to fight. He possessed splendid self-confidence, and utterly refused to be daunted by the rumors of the formidable nature of the defences against which he was to act. " I mean to be whipped or to whip my enemy," he said, " and not to be scared to death." The attack was made early on the morning of August 5. Every man in every craft was thrilling with excitement. For their foes who fought in 'sight, for the forts, the gunboats, and the great ironclad ram, they cared nothing; but all, save the very boldest, dreaded the torpedoes — the mines of death — which lay, they knew not where, thickly scattered through the channels, Farragut stood in the port main-rigging of the Hartford, close to the main-top, lashed to the mast. As they passed the forts, Farragut heard the explosion of a torpedo and saw the monitor Tecumseh, then but five hundred feet from the Hartford, reel violently, lurch heavily over, and go down head-fore- most. This was the crisis of the fight, and the crisis of Farragut's career. The column was halted in a narrow channel, right under the fire of the forts. A few moments' delay and confusion, and the golden chance would have been past, and the only question would have been as to the magnitude of the disaster. Ahead lay terrible danger, but ahead lay also triumph. The other ships would not obey the signal to go ahead, and the admiral himself resolved to take the lead. Back- ing hard, he got clear of the others and then went ahead very fast. A warning cry came that there were torpedoes ahead. " Go ahead, full speed," shouted the admiral, and he steamed forward. The cases of torpedoes were heard knocking against the bottom of the ship; but they failed to explode, and the Hartford went through the gates of Mobile Bay. Within three hours the Confederate flotilla was destroyed, the bay was won, and the forts around were helpless. Farragut had proved himself the peer of Nelson, and had added to the annals of the Union the page which tells of the greatest sea-fight in our history. — Hon. Theodore Roosevelt, adapted from " Hero Tales.'" 94 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. UNFURL OUR STANDARD HIGH. Unfurl our standard high! Its glorious folds shall wave Where'er the land looks to the sky, Or ocean's surges lave! And when, beneath its shade, the brave, With patriotic ire, Combat for glory or the grave. It shall their hearts inspire With that chivalric spark which first Upon our foe's in terror burst! Unfurl the stripes and stars! They evermore shall be Victorious on the field of Mars — Triumphant on the sea! And when th' o'erruling fates decree The bolt of war to throw, Thou, sacred banner of the free. Shall daunt the bravest foe; And never shall thy stars decline Till circling suns have ceased to shine. — Owen Grenliffe Warren. MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. GROUP IV. THE FLAG IS SYMBOLIZED BY 1. The Liberty Cap Song, The Liberty Cap. 2. The Liberty Bell Song, The Liberty Bell. I The Sword (War) Song, The Sword of Bunker Hill. \ The Dove (Peace) Song, Angel of Peace. 4. The Eagle .^ Song, Where the Eagle is King. 5. The Shield Song, Battle Hymn of the Republic. (95) THE LIBERTY CAP. Words by Gertrude Sneller. ^ E. Dora Cogswell. Piano. Allegretto. 111 ^iA^&^ MM,M •A- :a f¥ S 15^ :p=n: y i i J : f=r-r /'?<^. # /'^.TiT. ^(t P^t/. ^^ ^-- Voice. :t=f^ ^ _w LJ 1 E^E^^ v — >>- 1. When old moth-er Free-dom a par ty gave To her sons and her daugh-ters 2. NowCo-lum - bi - a's cap was of red,white, and blue, And be-came her, the dear lit -tie 3. She looked so charm-ing that night at the ball, With the lib - er - ty capon her i ^ t- i^ g^b^^ -g/ip-^~ -^0- 9^^ S! ^ i^ fcifc -^— » ^^-&,- ?^ 3 ^±£ TEITT* '^^J^ at3t: bright, She cautioned them all to look their best When they visited her that night, elf! There was hone oth-er like it in all the world, For Freedom had made it herself . head, That Dame Freedom kissed her be-fore them all,"You're my favorite child,"she said. i ^m ¥ i T- w Jzzt FW= :iM:3: .P^^fS THE LIBERTY CAP. i Chorus. Pj> >-;^ =f=«t ^^ _^ !^._ -»^ ^ ra/l -» — \ iando. ¥^^- i-i—Ai -Ar " « fS ^E r^^E^I t=g: j3 ^; ifc-j ^ . ", N . ^^r -f — ? 1. 2. "O Co-lum-bi-a fair, O what will you wear? Too poor for a sty - lish 3. Then here is a cheer for the lib - er - ty cap, With its stripes of the red,white,and ^^^^^^i^^^^ iS-i-ll V g I' I P'-''P : '^ i-^ -1 — V- for a of the i ^ poor stripes VHt^^^-^ i ^^ -1^ — * — — ^ [r— :t "^ niolto roll. ^^^ ^^ f -^:r i it5= a tempo. 13 i^ -S, — ^- .,.?5P^ #^ t* -4 — •- *=^ wrap ! blue! S^ U 5 k^ O nev - er mind, child, you will set them all wild, If you it thro' all the long years, And her May Co-lum - bi - a wear Hz ^ ^^ F=Fg=g^t^^B^ sty lish wrap I red, white,and blue I P^^ =^ 91 ^ted^ ^**— «r fe-rfc ^^ f ¥- THE LIBERTY CAP. fe§= cres. e accel. '^ s ^mm come in your lib er - ty chil - dren be loy - al and ■J^ §^^=^^ -A cap, If you come, true ! And be true, . if you and be 111 -^- fr- i ^ S If you come, And be true, ^ M-r- t =W- W ■» . ^ 9^^ Q^ ii come, true, fc6=i ^^ '^ a tempo. ^ £ at i ^ f F=r=^=^ come, if you come, If you come in your true, and be true, And her chil - dren be lib loy er ty cap." al and true ! ^— A ^=t -i^ i- -^ ^- ^1 i^ i :^ P 13 gge -4-; V4/ if you come, and be true. ^= i^E^ -•-=- -«^ •- ^^9 rail. — •— £: THE LIBERTY CAP. E in America do not often see a liberty cap. That is indeed too bad. For there could not be a prettier emblem to grace the heads of America's boys and girls, whenever they wish to celebrate that Freedom which is the birth- right of every American. How straight the cap stands! With what a free and jaunty grace it carries itself! How the ever-beautiful red, white and blue blend in that bewitching headgear! So, may children often Don them to wear, Doff them to cheer, — for the Flag. SELECTIONS. FREEDOM. Of old sat Freedom on the heights. The thunders breaking at her feet; Above her shook the starry lights. She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gathered in her prophet mind. But fragments of her mighty voice. Came rolling on the wind. Then stepped she down thro' town and field To mingle with the human race. And part by part to men revealed The fullness of her face. Grave mother of majestic works. From her isle altar gazing down, Who, godlike, grasps the triple forks. And kinglike, wears the crown. Uoi) JQ2 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Her open eyes desire the truth. The wisdom of a thousand years Is in them. May perpetual youth Keep dry their light from tears. That her fair form may stand and shine, Make bright our days and light our dreams, Turning to scorn with lips divine The falsehood of extremes. — Alfred Tennyson. All who stand beneath our banner are free. Ours is the only flag- that has in reality written upon it Liberty, Fraternity, Equality, the three grandest words in all the languages of men. Liberty: give to every man the fruit of his own labor, the labor of his hand and of his brain. Fraternity: every man in the right is my brother. Equality: the rights of all are equal. No race, no color, no previous condition, can change the rights of men. The Declaration of Independence has at last been carried out in letter and in spirit. To-day, the black man looks upon his child, and says: The avenues of distinction are open to you; upon your brow may fall the civic wreath. We are celebrating the courage and wisdom of our fathers, and the glad shout of a free people, the anthem of a grand nation, commencing at the Atlantic, is follow- ing the sun to the Pacific, across a continent of happy homes. — Robert G. Ingersoll. WILLIAM TELL's ADDRESS TO HIS NATIVE HILLS. Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again 1 I hold to you the hands you first beheld, To show they still are free! Methinks I hear A spirit in your echoes answer me, And bid your tenant welcome home again. O sacred forms, how fair, how proud you look! How high you lift your heads into the sky! How huge you are! how mighty, and how free! Ye are the things that tower, that shine; whose smile Makes glad, whose frown is terrible; whose forms. Robed or unrobed, do all the impress wear Of awe divine! Ye guards of liberty. THE FLAG SYMBOLIZED. 103 I'm with you once again! I call to you With all my voice! I hold my hands to you, To show they still are free! I rush to you As though I could embrace you! Scaling yonder peak, I saw an eagle wheeling, near its brow, O'er the abyss. His broad expanded wings Lay calm and motionless upon the air. As if he floated there, without their aid. By the sole act of his unlorded will That buoyed him proudly up. Instinctively I bent my bow; yet wheeled he, heeding not The death that threatened him. I could not shoot. 'Twas liberty! I turned my bow aside. And let him soar away. Oh! with what pride I used To walk these hills, look up to God, And bless Him that 'twas free. 'Twas free! From end to end, from cliff to lake, 'twas free! Free as our torrents are, that leap our rocks. And plough our valleys, without asking leave; Or as our peaks that wear their caps of snow. In very presence of the regal sun. How happy was I then! I loved Its very storms. Yes, I have jat and eyed The thunder breaking from his cloud, and smiled To see him shake his lightnings o'er my head; To think I had no master save his own. Ye know the jutting cliflf, round which a track Up hither winds, whose base is but the brow To such another one, with scanty room For two abreast to pass? O'ertaken there By the mountain blast, I've laid me flat along; The while, gust followed gust more furiously. As if to sweep me o'er the horrid brink, And I have thought of other lands, whose storms Are summer flaws to those of mine, and just Have wished me there. The thought that mine was free Has checked that wish, and I have raised my head. And cried in thraldom to that furious wind. Blow on! This is a land of liberty! — /. Sheridan Knowles. 104 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE VISION OF LIBERTY. A massive castle, far and high, In towering grandeur broke upon ray e3'e. Proud in its strength and years, the ponderous pile Flung up its time-defying towers; Its lofty gates seemed scornfully to smile At vain assaults of human powers, And threats and arms deride. Its gorgeous carvings of heraldic pride In giant masses graced the walls above; And dungeons yawned below. Bursting on my steadfast gaze. See, within, a sudden blaze! So small at first, the zephyr's slightest swell. That scarcely stirs the pine-tree top. Nor makes the withered leaf to drop. The feeble fluttering of that flame would quell. But soon it spread. Waving, rushing, fierce and red. From wall to wall, from town to town. Raging with resistless power; Till every fervent pillar glowed. And every stone seemed burning coal. Beautiful, fearful, grand. Silent as death, I saw the fabric stand. At length a crackling sound began; From side to side, throughout the pile it ran; And louder yet and louder grew. Till now in rattling thunder peals it grew; Huge, shivered fragments from the pillars broke, Like fiery sparkles from the anvil's stroke. .The shattered walls v,'ere rent and riven. And piecemeal driven. Like blazing comets through the troubled sky. 'Tis done; what centuries have reared In quick explosion disappeared. Nor e'en its ruins met my wondering eye. But in their place, Bright with more than human grace, Robed in more than mortal seeming, Radiant glory in her face. And eyes with heaven's own brightness gleaming. THE FLAG SYMBOLIZED. Rose a fair, majestic form, As the mild rainbow from the storm. I marked her smile, I knew her eye; And when with gesture of command. She waved aloft a cap-crowned wand. My slumber fled 'mid shouts of " Liberty.'' Read ye the dream? and know ye not How truly it unlocked the world of fate? Went not the flame from this illustrious spot, And spread it not, and burns in every state? And when their old and cumbrous walls. Filled with this spirit, glow intense. Vainly they rear their impotent defence: The fabric falls 1 That fervent energy must spread. Till despotism's towers be overthrown. And in their stead Liberty stands alone. Hasten the day, just Heaven! Accomplish thy design. And let the blessings thou hast freely given Freely on all men shine. Till equal rights be equally enjoyed, And human power for human good employed; Till law, not man, the sovereign rule sustain, And peace and virtue undisputed reign. 105 — Henry Ware, Jr. THE BLACK REGIMENT. Dark as the clouds of even. Ranked in the western heaven. Waiting the breath that lifts All the dead mass, and drifts Tempest and falling brand Over a ruined land; — ■ So still and orderly, Arm to arm, knee to knee. Waiting the great event, Stands the black regiment. I06 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Down the long, dusky line Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine; And the bright bayonet, Bristling and firmly set, Flashed with a purpose grand, Long ere the sharp command Of the fierce rolling drum Told them their time had come. Told them what work was sent For the black regiment. " Now," the flag-sergeant cried, " Though death and hell betide. Let the whole nation see If we are fit to be Free in this land; or bound Down, like the whining hound — Bound with red stripes of pain In our cold chains again! " Oh! what a shout there went From the black regiment! "Charge!" Trump and drum awoke; Onward the bondmen broke; Bayonet and sabre-stroke Vainly opposed their rush. Through the wild battle's crush. With but one thought aflush, Driving their lords like chaff. In the guns' mouths they laugh; Or at the slippery brands Leaping with open hands, Down they tear man and horse, Down in their awful course; Trampling with bloody heel Over the crashing steel; — All their eyes forward bent. Rushed the black regiment. "Freedom!" their battle-cry — "Freedom! or leave to die!" Ah! and they meant the word. Not as with us 'tis heard, THE FLAG SYMBOLIZED. Not a mere party shout; They gave their spirits out, Trusted the end to God, And on the gory sod Rolled in triumphant blood; Glad to strike one free blow. Whether for weal or woe; Glad to breathe one free breath. Though on the lips of death; Praying — alas! in vain! — That they might fall again. So they could once more see That burst to liberty! This was what " freedom " lent To the black regiment. Hundreds on hundreds fell; But they are resting well; Scourges and shackles strong Never shall do them wrong. Oh, to the living few. Soldiers, be just and true! Hail them as comrades tried; Fight with them side by side; Never, in field or tent. Scorn the black regiment. 107 — George Henry Boker. OUR STATE. The south-land boasts its teeming cane. The prairied west its heavy grain, And sunset's radiant gates unfold On rising marts and sands of gold! Rough, bleak, and hard, our little State Is scant of soil, of limits strait; Her yellow sands are sands alone. Her only mines are ice and stone! From autumn frost to April rain. Too long her winter woods complain; From budding flower to falling leaf, Her summer time is all too brief. J 08 MANUAL OF PA TRIO TISM. Yet, on her rocks, and on her sands. And wintry hills, the school-house stands; And what her rugged soil denies The harvest of the mind supplies. The riches of the commonwealth And free, strong minds, and hearts of health; And; more to her than gold or grain. The cunning hand and cultured brain. For well she keeps her ancient stock. The stubborn strength of Pilgrim Rock; And still maintains, with milder laws And clearer light, the good old cause! Nor heeds the sceptic's puny hands. While near her school the church-spire stands; Nor fears the blinded bigot's rule, While near her church-spire stands the school. — fohn Greenleaf Whitiie W. K. W. Allegretto. THE LIBERTY BELL. Music by Hamlin E. Cogswell. ^ Hf%i j^j^^pg^^ feEfe=^ %. ^ 1. Ring, ring, ring! 2. Ring, ring, ring! for Tyr - an - ny is brok - en ; Ring, ring, ring the f„« ci„ .. :_ 1 1. — . -d: — _: — _: ^jjg for Sla - ver - y is brok - en ; Ring, ring, ring ig^ ^ ^:^LJX -=^=^-=^.. ^-^-^ -^ i ^if L-r^- ^f -m Cho. Hing; ring, ring! for Tyr - an-ny is brok - enj Ring, ring, ring the ^ <-• n-i-. ■*-■ ^ w -■gr: Bell of Lib - er ty ; Bell of Lib - er - ty ; 5^. _ Ring, ring, ring Ring, ring, ring for man -date long since spok for Lin-coln'sword is spok r* en, en. -f-t—r- fei ^- ^, »H- m *-=- ^ Bell of Lib - er - tyj Tneno mosso. Ring, ring, ring for man-date long since sj>ok - en, Fine. a tempo. ■ , iii ^W^^ ■4- ■*-. 5- ■*- irt Mak - ing Our Fa thers for - ev - er to be free. Grand - ly pro- claim - ing, Ev-'ry Man is Free. ^ Long, long they fought with Hard was the strife, 'twixt 1= :t=t i_^ f ^^t=M HE FF^^ Mai - ing w^^ Our Coun - try for - ev • er to be free. =& ^ % ^^-r • -ir -i-' -r -t -4- -4- ir cour-ageall un -daunted ; Brave -ly they sought to break oppression's chain ! In their proud gal-lant Blue and Gray; Fierce-ly they fought as on - ly Sax-ons can. Long.long the X— s I J ^ ^m X 1 — r :^±dh -^ Pf^l^ D.C. ^ ^S ^^ r^^^ £ "?: -*r- «-r- ^=t4 ^, *rF3- ^ i. w. S^f Chorus. I- eyes the pow'r of England flaunted; No - bly they fought their free-domdear to years that ush-ered Freedom'sday, Tell -ing to earth that Ev -'ry Man's a i =Mf -J— •bi ■^r=t -»-!- ^ gam. Man. Ft IB THE LIBERTY BELL HAT boy or girl is there in all this broad land who does not know the story of the wonderful old Liberty Bell; how it rang out the glorious tid- ings of the adoption of the Declaration of In- dependence? How this message came down from the steeple as though sent from the skies ^B^B^^^ to the eager and cheering crowds in the streets of Philadelphia? How the bell, now old and cracked^ bears upon its surface those words which can never be uttered without stirring the pulse of every patriot, " Proclaim Liberty throughout all the land to all the inhabitants thereof." SELECTIONS. INDEPENDENCE BELL, JULY 4, 1 776. There was tumult in the city. In the quaint old Quaker's town, — And the streets were rife with people, Pacing, restless, up and down; — People, gathering at corners, Where they whispered, each to each. And the sweat stood on their temples. With the earnestness of speech. As the bleak Atlantic currents Lash the wild Newfoundland shore. So they beat against the State House, — So they surged against the door; And the mingling of their voices Made a harmony profound, Till the quiet street of Chestnut Was all turbulent with sound. (Ill) 112 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. "Will they do it? " — " Dare they do it?" — "Who is speaking? " — " What's the news?' " What of Adams? " — " What of Sherman? " - "Oh, God grant they won't refuse!" — " Make some way there! " — " Let me nearer! ' "I am stifling!" — "Stifle, then! When a nation's life's at hazard. We've no time to think of men!" So they beat against the portal, Man and woman, maid and child; And the July sun in heaven On the scene looked down and smiled; The same sun that saw the Spartan Shed his patriot blood in vain. Now beheld the soul of Freedom, All unconquered, rise again. See! See! The dense crowd quivers Through all its lengthy line. As the boy beside the portal Looks forth to give the sign! With his small hands upward lifted, Breezes dallying with his hair, Hark! with deep, clear intonation. Breaks his young voice on the air. Hushed the people's swelling murmur, List the boy's strong, joyous cry! "Ring!" he shouts, "Ring! Grandpa, Ring! Oh, Ring for Liberty!" And, straightway, at the signal, The old bellman lifts his hand, And sends the good news, making Iron music through the land. How they shouted! What rejoicing! How the old bell shook the air. Till the clang of Freedom ruffled The calm, gliding Delaware! How the bonfires and the torches Illumed the night's repose, And from the flames, like Phoenix, Fair Liberty arose! THE FLAG SYMBOLIZED. jj^ That old bell now is silent, And hushed its iron tongue, But the spirit it awakened Still lives, — forever young. And, while we greet the sunlight, On the fourth of each July, We'll ne'er forget the bellman. Who, 'twixt the earth and sky, Rung out Our Independence; Which, please God, shall never die! THE BELL. In some strange land and time, — for so the story runs, they were about to found a bell for a mighty tower, — a hollow, starless heaven of iron. It should toll for dead monarchs, " The king is dead; " and it should make glad clamor for the new prince, " Long live the kino-! " It should proclaim so great a passion, or so grand a pride, that either would be worshipped; or, wanting these, forever hold its peace. Now, this bell was not to be dug out of the cold mountain; it was to be made of something that had been warmed with a human touch, or loved with a human love. And so the people came like pilgrims to a shrine, and cast their offerings into the furnace. By and by, the bell was alone in its chamber; and its four windows looked out to the four quarters of heaven. For many a day it hung dumb. The winds came and went, but they only set it sighing; birds came and sang under its eaves, but it was an iron horizon of dead melody still. All the meaner strifes and passions of men rippled on below it; they out-grouped the ants; they out-wrought the bees; they out- watched the shepherds of Chaldea; but the chamber of the bell was as dumb as the cave of Machpelah. At last there came a time when men grew grand for Right and Truth, and stood shoulder to shoulder over all the land, and went down like reapers to the harvest of death; looked into the graves of them 8 114 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. that slept, and believed there was something grander than living; glanced on into the far future, and discerned there was something better than dying; and so, standing between the quick and the dead, they quitted themselves like men. Then the bell awoke in its chamber; and the great wave of its music rolled gloriously out, and broke along the blue walls of the world like an anthem. Poured into that fiery heat together, the humblest gifts were blent in one great wealth, and accents feeble as a sparrow's song grew eloquent and strong; and lo! a people's stately soul heaved on the waves of a mighty voice. We thank God, in this our day, for the furnace and the fire; for the good sword and the true word; for the great triumph and the little song. By the memory of the Ramah into which war has turned the land, for the love of the Rachels now lamenting within it, for the honor of Heaven and the hope of mankind, let us who stand here, past and present clasping hands over our heads, the broad age dwindled tO' a line under our feet, and ridged with the graves of dead martyrs; let us declare before God and these witnesses, — " We will finish the Work that the Fathers began." — B. F. Taylor. THE SWORD. T may seem strange to call upon the boys and girls of the Empire State to celebrate the sword — the instrument by which, in days gone by, in our own land, thousands have been slain. For the Sword here stands for muskets, bayonets, guns — small and great — and every sort of weapon by which brave men have lost their lives in bat- tle. In other words, it stands for War, with all its cruelties and horrors. And yet, there come times in the history of every people when they must draw the sword, or perish. Bad as war always is, slavery is worse, the loss of freedom is worse. That is why the American colo- nists, armed with old-fashioned flint-lock muskets, stood so bravely against the attacks of the British redcoats ; that is why " The farmers gave them ball for ball. From behind each fence and barnyard wall." Yes, and more than that: At first the colonists were anxious merely to secure such rights as they thought were fairly theirs under the British government; but soon and fast grew the wish for Inde- pendence — the gift of God to all men. Now, was it not worth while to fight in such a cause and to gain such a priceless thing? Let other examples be recalled, and let us not be afraid to rejoice over all true victories won by The Sword. SELECTIONS. Americans need to keep in mind the fact that as a nation they have erred far more often in not being willing to fight than in being too willing. Once roused, our countrymen have always been danger- ous and hard-fighting foes, but they have been over-difficult to rouse. The educated classes in particular need to be perpetually reminded that, (lis) Ti6 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. though it is an evil thing to brave a conflict needlessly, or to bully and bluster, it is an even worse thing to flinch from a fight for which there is legitimate provocation. America is bound scrupulously to respect tlie rights of the weak, but she is no less bound to make stalwart insistence on her own rights as against the strong. — Gov. Theodore Roosevelt. THE RISING IN 1 776. Out of the North the wild news came. Far flashing on its wings of flame, Swift as the boreal light which flies At midnight through the startled skies. And there was tumult in the air. The fife's shrill note, the drum's loud beat, And through the wide land everywhere The answering tread of hurrying feet; While the first oath of Freedom's gun Came on the blast from Lexington; And Concord roused, no longer tame, Forgot her old baptismal name. Made bare her patriot arm of power. And swelled the discord of the hour. Within its shade of elm and oak The church of Berkeley Manor stood; There Sunday found the rural folk. And some esteemed of gentle blood. In vain their feet with loitering tread Passed 'mid the graves where rank is naught; All could not read the lesson taught In that republic of the dead. The pastor came; his snowy locks Hallowed his brow of thought and care; And calmly, as shepherds lead their flocks, He led into the house of prayer. The pastor rose; the prayer was strong; The psalm was warrior David's song; The text, a few short words of might, " The Lord of hosts shall arm the right! " THE FLAG SYMBOLIZED. He spoke of wrongs too long endured, Of sacred rights to be secured; Then from his patriot tongue of flame The startling words for freedom came. The stirring sentences he spake Compelled the heart to glow or quake; And, rising on his theme's broad wing, And grasping in his nervous hand The imaginary battle brand, In face of death he dared to fling Defiance to a tyrant king. Even as he spoke, his frame, renewed In eloquence of attitude. Rose, as it seemed, a shoulder higher; Then swept his kindling glance of fire From startled pew to breathless choir; When suddenly his mantle wide His hands impatient flung aside. And lo! he met their wondering eyes, Complete, in all a warrior's guise. A moment there was awful pause, When Berkeley cried, "Cease, traitor! cease, God's temple is the house of peace! " The other shouted, "Nay, not so! When God is with our righteous cause His holiest places, then, are ours, His temples are our forts and towers. That frown upon the tyrant foe; In this, the dawn of Freedom's day, There is a time to fight and pray! " And now before the open door, The warrior priest had ordered so, The enlisting trumpet's sudden roar Rang through the chapel o'er and o'er. Its long reverberating blow. So loud and clear, it seemed the ear Of dusty death must wake and hear. And there the startling drum and fife Fired the living with fiercer life; 117 Il8 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. While overhead, with wild increase, Forgetting its ancient toll of peace, The great bell swung as ne'er before; It seemed as it would never cease; And every word its ardor flung From off its jubilant iron tongue Was, "War! War! War!" " Who dares ? " this was the patriot's cry, As striding from the desk he came, " Come out with me, m Freedom's name. For her to live, for her to die? " A hundred hands flung up reply, A hundred voices answered, " I." — T. Buchanan Read. Be it in the defense or be it in the assertion of a people's rights, I hail the sword as a sacred weapon; and if it has sometimes taken too deep a dye, yet, like the anointed rod of the High Priest, it has at other times, and as often, blossomed into celestial flowers to deck the freeman's brow. Abhor the sword? Stigmatize the sword? No! for in the passes of the Tyrol it cut to pieces the banner of the Bavarian, and through those craggy defiles struck a path to fame for the peasant insurrectionist of Innspruck. Abhor the sword? Stigmatize the sword? No! for it swept the Dutch marauders out of the fine old towns of Belgium, scourged them back to their own phlegmatic swamps, and knocked their flag and sceptre, their laws and bayonets into the sluggish waters of the Scheldt. Abhor the sword? Stigma- tize the sword? NO! For at its blow a giant nation started from the waters of the Atlantic, and by the redeeming magic of the sword, and in the quivering of its crimson light, the crippled colonies sprang into the attitude of a proud republic, — prosperous, limitless, invinci- ble. — Thomas Francis Meagher. THE SWORD OF BUNKER HILL. William Ross Wallace. Moderato. Bernard Covert. M^ ^= mf ^^ m X ib=pi 1. He lay up on 2. The sword was brought, 3. '"Twas on that dread, 4. " O, keep the sword "- his dy - ing bed ; the sol-dier's eye im mor - tal day, his ac - cents broke — 9 His eye Lit with I dared A smile — was grow - ing a sud - den the Brit - on's and he was ^m ¥ i^ ^ J zi ^ifii S^ :;— ,Li. ^ dim, flame; band, dead — When with a fee And as he grasped A cap tain raised But his wrin - kled hai.d ble voice he called the an - cient blade, this blade on me, — still grasped the blade His He I Up. ^^=i^ -^ :^~rTi^ A m ^^^ i>P -^ '=^^1^ 3E ?= weep - mg son murmured War tore it from on that dy to him : ren's name : his hand : ing bed. "Weep not, my boy!" the vet- 'ran said. Then said, "My boy, I leave you gold — And while the glo rious bat - tie raged. The son re-mains ; the sword re - mains - "I But It Its -A THE SWORD OF BUNKER HILL. ME ^ ^ w bow what light glo I to Heav'n's high will- is rich er still, ened free - dom's will- ry grow - ing still - But quick - ly from I leave you, mark For, boy, the God And twen - ty mil yon me, of lions ^ 3 f m 4 i 4" -^ ii=^ ^ m i / ant - lers bring mark me now — free - dom blessed bless the sire, ^ The Sword The Sword The Sword And Sword of Bun - ker Hill of Bun ker Hill of Bun - ker Hill of Bun - ker Hill I i But I For, And -It Ife m- ^ -•-=- ^ ^ ^= ^ quick - ly from leave you, mark boy, the God twen - ty mil yon ant - lers bring me, mark me now — of free -dom blessed lions bless the sire, The Sword of Bun - ker Hill." The Sword of Bun - ker Hill." The Sword of Bun - ker Hill." And Sword of Bun - ker Hill. i^^^P^^^^ S ■^- m S -^ w^ ^ ANGEL OF PEACE. Oliver Wendell Holmes. m^^^ ^^M=^ Matthias Keller. =8= ■»- ^ ± 'W^'TT 1. An - gel of Peace,thou hast wan-dered too 2. Broth- ers we meet, on this al - tar of 3. An - gels of Beth le - hem, an - swer the -/- long! thine strain ! 1^- Spread thy white wings to the Ming -ling the gifts we have Hark! a new birth-song is -TS>- t ■(=- I. An- gel of Peace,thou hast wan-dered • too long! ^. Broth -ers we meet on this al - tar of thine 3. An gels of Beth - le - hem, an - swer the strain ! 4=t ^ is -/- IZ3?- Spread thy white wings to the Ming - ling the gifts we have Hark! a new birth -song is EEEE^ 3trzt=±«: ■\= -H Maestoso. = 76. S i i S -0- -0- -Sf- -0- ^^.^ — t j I ^ — ^ / ^^^ ^ ^=?=p4==^ ^ ^ m (M=^ mf i / t w s ^ sun - shine of love ! gath-ered for thee, fill - ing the sky ! — Come while our voi - ces are blend - ed in song,- Sweet with the o dors of myr - tie and pine, Loud as the storm-wind that turn - bles the main '"/ f :^ W=^ •^- sun - shine of love I gath-ered for thee, fill - ing the sky! — Come while our voi - ces are blend - ed in song,- Sweetwith the o - dors of rayr tie and pine. Loud as the storm-wind that turn - bles the main, ^^ i ^— zi — V ^ -»- 1F=^^1 -tnf ^ >J J i -i / -t- b d *r -fi — »- ^ -"—, 0--^ It ■*- Words by special arrangement with Houghton, Mifflin & Co. Music used by permission of Oliver Ditson Company, owners of copyright. ANGEL OF PEACE. tel -K- ff g^-rrc^- ■^- ^3 r Fly to our ark like the storm-beat -en dove! Breeze of the prai - rie and breath of the sea, — Bid the full breath of the or - gan re - ply, — IS ^cfe?C S Fly to our ark on the Mead-ow and moun-tain and Let the loud tern - pest of ^^ - - ^ ' #— •! 'P=4= -^1 — V EE EQ Fly to our ark like the storm-beat - en dove ! Breeze of the prai - rie and breath of the sea, — Bid the full breath of the or - gan re - ply, — Fly to our ark on the Mead - ow and moun-tain and Let the loud tern - pest of H=tf#=^ ^ -^r^—i 1^^^ r l^^3 =Ni^ 3^^^ ^m w=^^^^^^ iT=d=^ - f- , g •: ^ J-4- ff ^^^ =5=^ *=^ -5=^ *^- %-^ -# It- ^^^ mf / ^m -^' T --St — wings of the dove, — for est and sea! voi ces re - ply, — J ^ lEi :^ Speed Sweet Roll mf o'er is its the far - sounding bil - lows of the fra-grance of myr - tie and long surge like the earth - shak-ing song, pine, main! / wings of the dove, — for - est and sea! voi - ces re - ply, — ^g^ Speed Sweet Roll mf.g^ o'er the far - sounding bil lows of is the fra-grance of myr - tie and its long surge like the earth- shak-ing song, pine, main! /. hS2- -i- P w ^^ ^^m Efei i '9i. r- vi d ^^: mf -19- f=r lei -9- cres. ^^ f ANGEL OF PEACE. i ^ ff^ ^ =?=s= 3= ^=^=^ r Crowned with thine ol - ive leaf gar - land of love,- Sweet er the in cense we of fer to thee,- Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky!- ijdbpz An Broth An gel of ers once gels of =f^ i=t -25l- Crowned with thine ol Sweet - er the in Swell the vast song ive - leaf gar - land of love,- cense we of fer to thee, till it mounts to the sky ! - ^ An - Broth An ff gel of ers once gels of -(»-=- =t r='^=^ i ^ ^ m^^ 3= ^ ^^^^ =P5=s: ^T -?"— rS ff ^=^- -1- -X *-zX ■*- -^3 * ^ l^s p te^ r Peace,thou hast wait - ed too long ! more round this al tar of thine ! Beth le - hem, ech - o the strain ! , _ I I 1^ \2ft==SZ Peace, thou hast wait - ed too long ! more round this al tar of thine ! Beth le - hem, ech o the strain ! S3 =t^ ^B 6^=3 ^E «=^*=r=F m i P^^^P^ ^^FS W- f --i- ? W \4/ PEACE. THE DOVE. DOVE is quite a common sight to children living in the country — and a great many boys and girls could write very interesting compositions about its beauty, its quiet ways, and its contented life. They could weave into their thoughts, also, that beautiful story of olden times about the dove that was once sent forth from an ark, at a time when the whole of the Earth's surface was covered with water, to see if she could find a . resting place " for the sole of her foot; " and how at first she could find none, but going forth again, after seven days resting in the ark, she returned at evening — " and, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt ofif; " so the people in the ark knew that the waters had abated. Well, ever since that time, almost, the olive leaf, or branch, has meant victory — just as the dry land gained a victory over the water, — and the Dove has been the symbol of Peace — just as peace and happiness came to the dwellers shut up in the storm-tossed ark on the top of the mountain. Now what more pleasant celebration can happy children have, than to read and talk and sing about the glory and prosperity which comes to a nation that is at peace with all the world? Let us talk about the sword and cruel war when we must because our country is in peril; but let the songs of Peace and its praises be ever upon our lips, until " The war-drums beat no longer, And the battle-flags are furled In the Parliament of Man, The Federation of the World." (125) 126 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. There is a story told In Eastern tents, when autumn nights grow cold, And round the fire the Mongol shepherds sit With grave responses listening unto it; Once, on the errands of his mercy bent, Buddha, the holy and benevolent. Met a fell monster, huge and fierce of look. Whose awful voice the hills and forests shook. "O son of Peace!" the giant cried, "thy fate Is sealed at last, and love shall yield to hate." The unarmed Buddha looking, with no trace Of fear or anger, in the monster's face. With pity said: " Poor fiend, even thee I love." Lo! as he spake, the sky-tall terror sank To hand-breadth size; the huge abhorrence shrank Into the form and fashion of a dove; And where the thunder of its rage was heard. Brooding above him sweetly sang the bird; " Hate hath no harm for love," so ran the song. And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong! " — lohn Greenleaf Whittier. It is a beautiful picture in Grecian story, that there was at least one spot, the small island of Delos, dedicated to the gods, and kept at all times sacred from war. No hostile foot ever sought to press this kindly soil; and the citizens of all countries here met, in common worship, beneath the aegis of inviolable peace. So let us dedicate our beloved country; and may the blessed consecration be felt in all its parts, throughout its ample domain! The temple of honor shall be surrounded here at last, by the Temple of Concord, that it may never more be entered by any portal of war; the horn of abun- dance shall overflow at its gates; the angel of religion shall be the guide over its steps of flashing adamant; while within its enraptured courts, purged of violence and wrong, justice, returning to earth from her long exile in the skies, with mighty scales for nations as for men, shall rear her serene and majestic front; and by her side, greatest THE FLAG SYMBOLIZED. 1 27 of all, CHARITY, sublime in meekness, hoping all and enduring all, shall divinely temper every righteous decree and with words of infinite cheer shall inspire those good works that cannot vanish away. And the future chiefs of the Republic, destined to uphold the glories of a new era, unspotted by human blood, shall be " the first in Peace, and the first in the hearts of their countrymen." But while seeking these blissful glories for ourselves, let us strive to extend them to other lands. Let the bugles sound the Truce of God to the whole world forever. Let the selfish boast of the Spartan women become the grand chorus of mankind, that they have never seen the smoke of an enemy's camp. Let the iron belt of martial music, which now encompasses the earth, be exchanged for the golden cestus of Peace, clothing all with celestial beauty. — Charles Sumner, from " The True Grandeur of Nations," an oration delivered before the authorities of the city of Boston, July 4, 1845. THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD. This is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah I what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the Death-angel touches these swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies I I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own. On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer. Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, And loud, amid the universal clamor, O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong. J 28 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. I hear the Florentine, who from his palace Wheels out his battla-bell with dreadful din, And Aztec priests upon their teocallis Beat the wild war-drums made of serpent's skin. The tumult of each sacked and burning village; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, O man, with such discordant noises. With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices. And jarrest the celestial harmonies? Were half the power that fills the world with terror. Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error. There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred! And every nation that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear for evermore the curse of Cain! Down the dark future, through long generations. The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, / hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace! " Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! Btit, beautiful as songs of the immortals. The holy melodies of love arise. — H. W. Longfellow. THE EAGLE. HIS, surely, is true: If you have ever seen an Eagle shut up in a cage, deprived of the power to fly, and no scream of triumph ever issuing from his throat, it must have given you a faint idea of the forlorn and unhappy plight of any human being when deprived of liberty, pining away in hopeless captivity. If you have ever watched that same bird flying high and strong, or have seen him perched upon some tall clifif or crag, rejoicing in the upper air, and gazing with unblinking eyes upon the sun, — you have seen a fine illustration of the joys of Freedom. SELECTIONS. THE EAGLE. Bird of the broad and sweeping wing Thy home is high in heaven, Where wide the storms their banners fling. And the tempest clouds are driven. Thy throne is on the mountain top; Thy fields — the boundless air; And hoary peaks that proudly prop The skies, thy dwellings are. And where was then thy fearless flight? " O'er the dark, mysterious sea, To the lands that caught the setting light. The cradle of liberty. There on the silent and lonely shore, For ages I watched alone, And the world, in its darkness, asked no more Where the glorious bird had flown. But then came a bold and hardy few. And they breasted the unknown wave; I caught afar the wandering crew. And I knew they were high and brave. 9 (129) 130 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. I wheeled around the welcome bark, As it sought the desolate shore; And up to heaven, like a joyous lark, My quivering pinions bore. And now that bold and hardy few Are a nation wide and strong; And danger and doubt I have led them through, And they worship me in song; And over their bright and glancing arms On field, and lake, and sea, With an eye that fires, and a spell that charms, I guide them to victory." — James Gates Percival. THE AMERICAN EAGLfi, Bird of Columbia! well art thou An emblem of our native land; With unblenched front and noble brow. Among the nations doomed to stand; Proud, like her mighty mountain woods; Like her own rivers wandering free; And sending forth from hills and floods The joyous shout of liberty! Like thee, majestic bird! like thee. She stands in unbought majesty. With spreading wing, untired and strong, That dares a soaring far and long, That mounts aloft, nor looks below. And will not quail, though tempests blow The admiration of the earth, In grand simplicity she stands; Like thee, the storms beheld her birth, And she was nursed by rugged hands; But, past the fierce and furious war. Her rising fame new glory brings. For kings and nobles come from far To seek the shelter of her wings. And like thee, rider of the cloud, She mounts the heavens, serene and proud, Great in a pure and noble fame, Great in her spotless champion's name. And destined in her day to be Mighty as Rome, more nobly free. — C. W. Thompson. Thomas Buchanan Read Martial style. WHERE THE EAGLE IS KING. William F. Hartley. ^^ ^ r:i^ ^^ 1. Where sweeps round the moun - tains the cloud on the gale, And streams from their 2. I mount the wild horse with no sad die or rein, And guide his swift 3. When A pril is sound ing his horn o'er the hills, And brook- lets are fc5 I r? g^^ =f ^ ^ '^- gizk 2=rt OS e3^ E^^^-=^ i ^ p iT^r^ ^ foun- tains leap in to the vale, — As fright-ened deer leap when the storm with his course with a grasp on his mane : Thro' paths steep and nar - row, and scorn - ing the bound - ing in joy to the mills, — When warm Au- gust slum-bers a - mong her green ji 5^ .iS I 9L -li-. — » '^^■ ^^i^E * fe^FT^ -•=P= :Eee3 ii --■^ ^^^ P =i?==^ pack Rides o ver the steep ' in the wild tor - rent's track, — Ev'n crag, I chase with my ar row the flight of the stag; Through leaves. And har vest en cum bers her gar ners with sheaves, When the i :fc j= -ts: i^-=^ ^= iJ^-»'»- ii± :!ij=^ # Words by permission J. B. Lippincott Company; Music, Houghton, Mifflin & Co. WHERE THE EAGLE IS KING. i ES= there my free home is; there watch I the flocks Wan-der white as the snow - drifts en gulf - ing, I fol low the bear, And face the gaunt flail of No - vem ber is swing - ing with might, And the mil ler De - ^ %=^ W t=? T gSfc* I ^ 3F^F ? 3 ■^-^ $ m ees ^ Se cure m the gorge there m And watch through the gorge there the In field and in forge there the foam is on stair - ways of rocks ; wolf when he snarls in his lair, cem ber is man tied with white, — m ^p ! I > 1 - w t ie^ F? i^^ r ^^m s*= ■nr r^" # -0- :t free - dom we sing, red pan - ther spriag, free - heart - ed sing. And laugh at King George, where the Ea gle is king. And laugh at King George, where the Ea gle is king. And laugh at King George, where the Ea - gle is king. THE FLAG SYMBOLIZED. THE GRAY FOREST EAGLE. ******** An emblem of freedom, stern, haughty, and high, Is the Gray Forest Eagle, that king of the sky. When his shadows steal black o'er the empires of kings. Deep terror, — deep, heart-shaking terror, — he brings; Where wicked oppression is armed for the weak, There rustles his pinion, there echoes his shriek; His eye flames with vengeance, he sweeps on his way, And his talons are bathed in the blood of his prey. O, that Eagle of Freedom! when cloud upon cloud Swathed the sky of my own native land with a shroud, When lightnings gleamed fiercely, and thunderbolts rung, How proud to the tempest those pinions were flung! Though the wild blast of battle rushed fierce through the air With darkness and dread, still the eagle was there; Unquailing, still speeding his swift flight was on. Till the rainbow of peace crowned the victory won. O, that Eagle of Freedom! age dims not his eye. He has seen earth's mortality spring, bloom, and die! He has seen the strong nations rise, flourish, and fall, He mocks at Time's changes, he triumphs o'er all; He has seen our own land with forests o'erspread. He sees it with sunshine and joy on its head; And his presence will bless this his own chosen clime. Till the Archangel's fiat is set upon time. — Alfred B. Street. THE EAGLE. He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls; And like a thunderbolt he falls. — Alfred Tennyson. 133 124 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Many years ago, a white-headed eagle was taken from its nest when only four months old, and sold to a Wisconsin farmer for a bushel of corn. The bird was very intelligent, and attracted the atten- tion of a gentleman, who purchased and presented him to the Eighth Regiment of Wisconsin, then preparing to go to the front. The eagle was gladly received, and given a place next to the regimental flag. For three years he followed the " Live Eagle Regiment/' being near its flag in thirty battles. This majestic bird was always moved and most demonstrative at the sound of martial music. He shared all the battles of the regiment, but no drop of his blood was ever sacrificed. Vainly did rebel sharp- shooters aim at his dark figure, conspicuously " painted on the crimson sky; " he seemed to bear a charmed life; and his loyal comrades almost looked up to him as their leader, and with pride believed in him as a bird of good omen. He was named " Old Abe," sworn into the ser- vice, and proved to be every inch a soldier, listening to and obeying orders, noting time most accurately^ always after the first year giving heed to " attention," insisting upon being in the thickest of the fight, and when his comrades, exposed to great danger from the terrible fire of the enemy, were ordered to He down, he would flatten himself upon the ground with them, rising when they did, and with outspread pin- ions soar aloft over the carnage and smoke of the battle. When the cannons were pouring forth destruction and death, above the roar and thunder of the artillery rose his wild, shrill, battle-cry of freedom. He was always restless before the march to the encounter, but after the smoke' of the battlefield had cleared away he would doff his soldier- like bearing, and with wild screams of delight would manifest his joy at the victory; but if defeat was the result his discomfiture and deep sorrow was manifested by every movement of his stately figure, but drooping head. — Adapted from M. S. Porter. THE SHIELD. [OW great was the reliance of the Roman soldier upon his shield! With it, he warded off the arrows of his enemies aimed at his body; holding it over him, like a roof, he sheltered his head from storms of mis- siles hurled at him from higher places. But woe be to him, if his shield was not strong enough to with- stand the weapons dashed against it! Recall, also, the command of the Spartan mother to her soldier- son: " My son, return with your shield or upon it." That meant that the soldier was to win the victory if possible; if not, was to give up his life in defense of his country, and be borne home upon his shield as a pall of honor. So, Our Country is a shield of Law and Justice, giving to every citizen its sure and safe protection. May that shield never be so weak that it cannot withstand the attacks of any and every foe! On the other hand, every citizen should be as a shield for his country — trying to win right victories for her, or ready, if need be, to die for her, like the Spartan soldier of old. SELECTIONS. THE TRUE PATRIOT. E'en when in hostile fields he bleeds to save her, 'Tis not his blood he loses, 'tis his country's; He only pays her back a debt he owes. To her he's bound for birth and education, * Her laws secure him from domestic feuds, And from the foreign foe her arms protect him. She lends him honors, dignity, and rank, His wrong revenges, and his merit pays; And like a tender and indulgent mother, Loads him with comforts, and would make his state As blessed as nature and the gods designed it. — William Cowper. (I3S) 136 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. I do not know how far the United States of America can inter- fere in Turkey, but American citizens are suffering in Armenia, and so far as American citizens are concerned, I would protect them there at any cost. We have given no assent to the agreement of European nations that the Dardanelles should be closed; and if it were necessary to protect American citizens and their property, I would order United States ships, in spite of forts, in spite of agreements, to sail up the Dardanelles, plant themselves before Constantinople, and demand that American citizens should have the protection to which they are entitled. I do not love Great Britain particularly; but I think that one of the grandest things in all the history of Great Britain is that she does protect her subjects everywhere, anywhere, and under all circum- stances. This incident is a marvellous illustration of the protection which Great Britain gives to her subjects: The King of Abyssinia took a British subject, about twenty years ago, carried him up to the fortress of Magdala, on the heights of a rocky mountain, and put him into a dungeon, without cause assigned. It took six months for Great Britain to find that out. Then she demanded his immediate release. King Theobald refused. In less than ten days after that refusal was received, ten thousand English soldiers were on board ships of war, and were sailing down the coast. When they reached the coast, they were disembarked, marched across that terrible country, a distance of seven hundred miles, under a burning sun, up the mountain, up to the very heights in front of the frowning dungeon; and there they gave battle, battered down the iron gates of the stone walls, reached down into the dungeon, and lifted out of it that one British subject. Then they carried him down the mountain, across the land, put him on board a white-winged ship, and sped him home in safety. That cost Great Britain twenty-five millions of dollars. But was it not a great thing for a great country to do? A country that can see across the ocean, across the land, away up to the mountain height, and away down to the darksome dungeon, one subject of hers, out of thirty-eight millions of people, and then has an arm strong enough, and long enough to stretch across the same ocean, across the same lands, up the same mountain heights, down to the same dungeon, and lift him out and THE FLAG SYMBOLIZED. 137 carry him home to his own country and friends, in God's name, who would not die for a country that will do that? Well, our country will do it, and our country ought to do it; and all that I ask is that our country shall model itself after Great Britain in this one thing: The life of an American citizen must be protected, wherever he may be. — William P. Frye, from a speech delivered in the United States Senate, on the Armenian resolutions. STARS IN MY COUNTRY'S SKY — ARE YE ALL THERE? Are ye all there? Are ye ajl there, Stars in my country's sky? Are ye all there? Are ye all there, In your shining homes on high? " Count us ! Count us," was their answer. As they dazzled on my view, In glorious perihelion. Amid their field of blue. I cannot count ye rightly; There's a cloud with sable rim; I cannot make your number out. For my eyes with tears are dim. O bright and blessed angel. On white wing floating by, Help me to count, and not to miss One star in my country's sky! Then the angel touched mine eyelids. And touched the frowning cloud; And its sable rim departed, And it fled with murky shroud. There was no missing Pleiad 'Mid all that sister race; The Southern Cross gleamed radiant forth, And the Pole Star kept its place. Then I knew it was the angel Who woke the hymning strain That at our Redeemer's birth Pealed out o'er Bethlehem's plain; 138 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. And still its heavenly key-stone My listening country held, For all her constellated stars The diapason swelled. — Lydia Huntley Sigourney. E PLURIBUS UNUM. Though many and bright are the stars that appear In that flag by our country unfurled, And the stripes that are swelling in majesty there. Like a rainbow adorning the world. Their light is unsullied as those in the sky By a deed that our fathers have done. And they're linked in as true and as holy a tie In their motto of " Many in one.'' Then up with our flag! — let it stream on the air; Though our fathers are cold in their graves. They had hands that could strike, they had souls that could dare, And their sons were not born to be slaves. Up, up with that banner! where'er it may call, Our millions shall rally around, And a nation of freemen that moment shall fall When its stars shall be trailed on the ground. — George Washington Cutler. BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. Note : — This song was inspired bjr a visit of Mrs. Howe to the " Circling Camps " around Washington, gathered for the defence of the Capital, early In the War of 1S61-5. Julia Ward Howe. Allegretto. = ^' l j' J' I i ^ ==i^ 1. Mine eyes have seen the glo - ry of the com - ing of the 2. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hun- dred cir - cling Lord ; He is 2. 1 have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hun- dred cir - cling camps ; They have 3. I have read a fie ry gos - pel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye 4. He has sound-ed forth the trum - pet that shall nev - er call re - treat ; He is 5. In the beau- ty of the lil ies, Christ was born a - cross the sea, With a astt j-^-i^ P^ ^^ JLJ t* i mm r~« i^—j^ =f tramp - ling out build - ed Him deal with my sift ing out glo - ry in the vin tage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; an al tar in the eve - ning dews and damps; con - tem - ners, so with you my grace shall deal ; the hearts of men be -fore His judg-ment seat; His bo - som that trans - fig ures you and me ; 4= X^ ^ He hath I can Let the Oh, be As He — *» 1* — ilSE ^^^E^^E^ X- 3- ^ \ d. 4 J. d — i^=+ > — «^ &^=^ e ^^^ loosed the fate - f ul read His righteous He - ro, born of swift, my soul, to died to make men H*— ^ lightning of His ter sen-tence by the dim wo-man,crush the ser - ri -ble swift sword, His truth is and flar - ing lamps. His day is pent with His heel," Since God is an-swerHim! be ju - bi-lant, my feet! Our God is to make men free, While God is ho ly, let us die P y— — h y- die ^ ^ — H 1 1- ^ - Mr r ^ marching on. marching on. marching on. marching on. marching on. m . ^ ^^ Full Chorus. ^ ^^ ^^ ^^^ :1^^ r^ -0-^ le - lu jah! Glo ry! glo - ry! Hal- le - lu jah! Glo - ry! glo - ry! Hal 1 ^ • f — f-= — ft — ^ — ^ ^ *=^ F=E=F=5=F=r i ^ 5^=4 Glo - ry! glo ^ F =-T- -z^ ry! Hal le lu jah! -(2 His truth is march - ing 9^ =S=^=^ t 1 By special arrangement with Houghton, Mifflin & Co. MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. GROUP V. THE FLAG ILLUMINES THE TABLEAUX OF 1. The Minute Man, 3. March of Flags, 2. Departure and Return of 4. Army and Navy, States, 5. Homage to Columbia, — AND THE FLAG GLORIFIES THE PATRIOTIC UTTERANCES OF 1. Longfellow, 3. Holmes, 2. Whittier, 4. Lowell. (141) TABLEAUX. 'HERE is hardly any kind of patriotic exercise in which children give so much pleasure, or from which they re- ceive so much profit, as in the representation, in costume, of a great historical event. It is true that such picture- grouping cannot easily be arranged for an ordinary school- opening. But now and then, on a public occasion in afternoon or evening, there is nothing into which children will so heartily enter as such a pictorial exeixise; and there is always some teacher, or children's friend, to be found who has the needful enthusiasm, intelligence and ingenuity to make the matter a success. And let nobody think that great elaboration or expense of costuming is needful. Things simply and inexpensively made, or the use of an old-time coat or dress found in a garret or unused drawer at home, may serve all needful purposes. To all taking part, the meaning of the exercise should be made clear, — and indeed it is well, on printed program, or by. oral explanation, to give a preliminary hint to the audience. Several pictorial programs follow, for the benefit of those who believe that novelty induces interest, and interest — in things patriotic as in things financial — begets profit. NO. I. " THE MINUTE MAN." The name, " Minute Man " refers to those patriots in the time of the American Revolution, who were ready, " at a minute's notice " to seize their muskets and fight against the British. This was exactly what they did when the " Redcoats " came marching from Boston on through Lexington to Concord. No better idea could be given of the intention of the British than is conveyed by Longfellow's poem of " Paul Revere's Ride." This might be read or recited before the tableau is shown. In the tableau the central figure should be a minute man. A good model of him may be had by studying a photograph of (143) 144 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. French's " Minute Man," a finely chiseled bronze statue, standing near the Concord bridge, at a point where the colonial farmers met the British regulars, and sent them, frightened and flying, back towards Boston. About this central figure group thirteen girls, in white, repre- senting the original colonies that stood " shoulder to shoulder " during the Revolution; their arms raised and hands extended as if to bid the rustic soldier " God speed " in his defence of native land. While the tableau is still in view, let a clear-voiced and intelligent pupil repeat the famous ode written and recited by the great American scholar and patriot, Ralph Waldo Emerson. Here it is: By the rude bridge that arched the flood. Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream. We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem. When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made these heroes dare To die, and leave their children free. Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. As the poem ends, or even before if the young folks cannot hold their positions, let the curtain fall, and have a good boy speaker declaim " The Minute Man " by another great American, George William Curtis. THE FLAG ILLUMINES THE TABLEAUX. 145 THE MINUTE MAN. The Minute Man ol the Revolution! And who^ was he? He was the husband and father, who left the plough in the furrow, the hammer on the bench, and, kissing wife and children, marched to die or to be free! He was the old, the middle aged, the young. He was Captain Miles, of Acton, who reproved his men for jesting on the march! He was Deacon Josiah Haines, of Sudbury, eighty years old, who marched with his company to South Bridge, at Concord, then joined in that hot pursuit to Lexington, and fell as gloriously as Warren at Bunker Hill. He was James Hayward of Acton, twenty-two years old, foremost in that deadly race from Charlestown to Concord, who raised his piece at the same moment with a Btitish soldier, each exclaiming, " You are a dead man! " The Briton dropped, shot through the heart. Hayward fell, mortally wounded. This was the Minute Man of the Revolution! The rural citizen, trained in the common school, the town meeting, who carried a bayonet that thought, and whose gun, loaded with a principle, brought down, not a man, but a system. With brain and heart and conscience all alive, he opposed every hostile order of British council. The cold Grenville, the brilliant Townsend, the reckless Hills- borough, derided, declaimed, denounced, laid unjust taxes, and sent troops to collect them, and the plain Boston Puritan laid his finger on the vital point of the tremendous controversy, and held to it inexorably. Intrenched in his own honesty, the king's gold could not buy him; enthroned in the love of his fellow-citizens, the king's writ could not take him; and when, on the morning at Lexington, the king's troops marched to seize him, his sublime faith saw, beyond the clouds of the moment, the rising sun of the America we behold, and careless of him- self, mindful only of his country, he exultingly exclaimed, " Oh, what a glorious morning! " He felt that a blow would soon be struck that would break the heart of British tyranny. His judgment, his con- science told him the hour had come. Unconsciously, his heart beat time to the music of the slave's epitaph: " God wills us free; Man wills us slaves; I will as God wills: God's will be done! " — George William Curtis. 10 146 MANUAL' OF PATRIOTISM. NO. 2. DEPARTURE AND RETURN OF THE STATES. In the year 1861, as every intelligent boy and girl should know, the following States resolved to sever their connection with the Union, or, as the phrase ran in those days — "to secede" from the Union: South Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, Texas. Arkansas, North Carolina, Virginia, Tennessee followed. It was a sad day for our country when they decided thus to leave the National roof and the House of the Union that had sheltered them so long! But they seemed to think they were right, and so they marched forth with a very defiant air. Choose, then, seven girls of spirit to repre- sent these departing States. Let South Carolina, bearing a palmetto branch, be the leader, — and all attired in white. Then let the Northern, Eastern, Western States be each represented by a girl, — or if that would make the number too great, let three girls stand, one each, for the North, the East, the West. Let these, in black, take their places in the background, center of the stage or platform, with their eyes downcast, while, to the playing of a piece in a minor key, the procession of the Southern States sweeps by. As they disappear, the North, East, West pass slowly off at the opposite side of the platform. Straight- way a sympathetic voice repeats the following poem: THE BLUE AND THE GRAY. By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray. These in the robings of glory. Those in the gloom of defeat; All with the battle-blood gory, In the dust of eternity meet; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the laurel, the Blue; Under the willow, the Gray. THE FLAG ILLUMINES THE TABLEAUX. 147 From the silence of sorrowful hours. The desolate mourners go, Lovingly la3en with flowers, Alike for the friend and the foe; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses, the Blue; Under the lilies, the Gray. So, with an equal splendor, The morning sun-rays fall, With a touch impartially tender, On the blossoms blooming for all; Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day; Broidered with gold, the Blue; Mellowed with gold, the Gray. So, when the summer calleth. On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done; In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray. No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers' be red; They banish our anger forever. When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray. — Francis Miles Finch. 148 MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. Just as the voice dies away, to a march in major key, the Northern States, in white, march in with flags waving, escorting the Southern States, waving flags also — and all march about the stage singing as only patriotic children can sing, "My Country! 'tis of Thee." After the curtain falls, let the children be seated, or grouped, Upon the stage. When the curtain has been raised, let a good speaker declaim the following extract from that great Union Southern citizen, Henry W. Grady; another, the next selection from a great Northern citizen, Robert C. Winthrop. SELECTIONS. With consecrated service, what could we not accomplish; what riches we should gather; what glory and prosperity we should render to the Union; what blessings we should gather into the universal harvest of humanity. As I think of it, a vision of surpassing beauty unfolds to my eyes. I see a South, the home of fifty millions of people, who rise up every day to call from blessed cities, vast hives of industry and thrift; her country-sides the treasures from which their resources are drawn; her streams vocal with whirring spindles; her valleys tranquil in the white and gold of the harvest; her mountains showering down the music of bells, as her slow-moving flocks and herds go forth from their folds; her rulers honest and her people loving, and her homes happy and their hearth-stones bright, and their waters still and their pastures green, and her conscience clear; her wealth diffused, and poor- houses empty; her churches earnest and all creeds lost in the gospel. Peace and sobriety walking hand in hand through her borders; honor in her homes; uprightness in her midst; plenty in her fields; straight and simple faith in the hearts of her sons and daughters; her two races walking together in peace and contentment; sunshine everywhere and all the time, and night falling on her gently as from the wings of the unseen dove. All this, my country, and more, can we do for you. As I look, the vision grows, the splendor deepens, the horizon falls back, the skies THE FLAG ILLUMINES THE TABLEAUX. 149 open their everlasting gates, and the glory of the Almighty God streams through as He looks down on His people who have given themselves unto Him, and^ leads them from one triumph to another until they have reached a glpry unspeakable, and the whirling stars, as in their courses through Arcturus they run to the Milky Way^ shall not look down on a better people or happier land. — Henry W. Grady, from an address delivered at Dallas, Texas, October 26, 1887. We are one, by the memories of our fathers ! We are one, by the hopes of our children! We are one, by a Constitution and a Union which have not only survived the shock of foreign and of civil war, but have stood the abeyance of almost all administration, while the whole people were waiting, breathless in alternate hope and fear, for the issues of an execrable crime! We are one, bound together afresh, by the electric chords of sympathy and sorrow, vibrating and thrilling, day by day, of that live-long summer, through every one of our hearts, for our basely wounded and bravely suffering President, bringing us all dovm on our knees together, in common supplication for his life, and involving us all at last in a common flood of grief at his death! I dare not linger on that great affliction, which has added, indeed, " an- other hallowed name to the historical inheritance of our Republic," but which has thrown a pall of deepest tragedy upon the falling curtain of our first century. Oh, let not its influence be lost upon us for the century to come, but let us be one, henceforth and always, in mutual regard, conciliation, and affection ! " Go on, hand in hand, O States, never to be disunited! Be the praise and heroic song of all posterity! Join your invincible might to do worthy and godlike deeds! — Robert C. Winthrop. I50 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. NO. 3. THE MARCH OF THE FLAGS. In this tableau, an even number of boys and girls — any con- venient number, all carrying flags, march upon the stage to the music of " Stars and Stripes Forever," by Sousa. It may be well also to have one additional boy and one girl, with larger flags, round which the rest of the little flag-company may march or wheel. If blue suits for the boys and white for the girls cannot be had, ordinary costumes will do — especially if the boys will wear soldiers' caps, and the girls, sailor or liberty caps. The marching may be very simple or very intricate, according to time and ingenuity. A pleasing effect will be produced if during the march the flags are massed or " stacked " in the center of the stage, leaving the two standard-bearers there as a guard of honor while the rest of the company resume the march around the flags. After a time, the marchers return to the center, each taking a flag from one or other of the standard bearers. Then marching away, but soon returning to the stage-center, they form a tableau, by grouping themselves about the two leaders — the latter standing erect and fac- ing front, while the rest, each holding the flag in the left hand, with the right remove the cap, bowing to and saluting the two central ban- ners on the stage. Then the curtain falls. NO. 4. THE ARMY AND NAVY. To the music of familiar tunes, the thirteen colonies, represented by as many girls, march in, in single file, and in the order of the creation of the various colonies as states. They are followed, similarly, by other girls representing the remaining thirty-two states. All march as they may be directed by their teacher-leader, going through, for a little time, with evolutions more or less varied. Finally, as they range into lines at opposite sides of the stage, the boys march in, in single file — the " Army " distinguished by blue coats and soldier caps — the " Navy " by blue blouses and sailor caps. They form a tableau- group in center of stage, with a tall boy as color-sergeant, flag in hand, in the midst of the group. Then the " States " resume their march, circling about the mid-stage soldiers and sailors — and at length all march off the stage in the following order: (i) The Color-Bearer; (2) THE FLAG ILLUMINES THE TABLEAUX. 151 The Thirteen Colonies; (3) The Army and Navy; (4) The States. A beautiful color effect will be added to the stage-picture if each girl will carry a short staff with a small " banneret " of red or blue, with the ■ name of colony or state in white letters in the center. Let the soldier- boys carry muskets, easily made — the sailor-boys, cutlasses. One flag will suffice to give distinction to the entire tableau. NO. 5. HOMAGE TO COLUMBIA. Columbia should be impersonated by the " Goddess of Liberty " — a girl whose pleasing face and tall figure may come nearest to the ideal of such a character. She should be seated in a chair placed upon a platform or dais. The best costume, — a white dress with the flag draped over it, — or, a flag-dress, such as any skillful and tasty lady teacher can readily make. Upon the head of the Goddess, let a crown, or wreath, or liberty cap be placed; let her right hand carry a spear, surmounted by an eagle. Thus placed and ready, the curtain may be raised. To the sound of march-music the States of the Union, repre- sented by girls, march in, — and following, an equal number of boys, as soldiers and sailors, to stand for the Army and Navy. In single file they pass before the Goddess, each one in turn bowing to her, then passing to form a line at the back of the stage. The march proper may then begin — changing from " ones " to ""twos " and " fours," or even wider lines — a boy and girl marching together, well-matched in size and bearing. How to vary the march and execute its " figures," some teacher in every school will well understand. I have tried the plan — and it worked admirably — of having each girl carry a ban- neret of red cloth on which was sewed, in white letters, the name of a state; the soldier boys carrying toy guns; the sailor lads, paper cut- lasses. At the proper time, the Goddess rises — signals for the troop to wheel before her, raise aloft their bannerets and weapons, then bow — as the Goddess extends her spear — bowing lower as the curtain descends. PATRIOTIC POETS. 1. Henry W. Longfellow, bom February 27, 1807. 2. John G. Whittier, born December 17, 1807. 3. Oliver Wendell Holmes, bom August 29, 1809. 4. James Russell Lowell, born February 22, 1819. It would not be possible to estimate the influence which these four poets have had upon our national life and character. They were all born in New England; — yet they all wrote on themes that concerned the whole country. Surely a half-hour, or indeed a half-day, could not be more profitably spent than in reading aloud or reciting a few of the poems of each. So, a few suggestions, easily amplified, are here set down: I. Longfellow. 1. Sketch of Longfellow's Life. 2. Reading from Hiawatha. (Selected.) 3. Recitation, The Ship of State. 4. Recitation, Killed at the Ford. 5. Singing, America. 2. Whittier. 1. Essay, The Life of Whittier. 2. Recitation, Barbara Frietchie. 3. Reading, Laus Deo. 4. Singing, The Centennial Hymn. 5. Recitation, At Port Royal. (1S2) PATRIOTIC POETS. 1 53 3. Holmes. 1. Sketch of the Poet's Life. 2. Recitation, Old Ironsides. 3. Singing, The American Hymn. 4. Reading, A Ballad of the Boston Tea Party. 5. Recitation, Grandfather's Story of Bunker Hill. 4. Lowell. 1. Lowell's Life. 2. Reading, Character of Washington. 3. Singings True Freedom. (Riverside Song Book.) 4. Recitation, Selection from the Commemoration Ode. 5. Singing, The Fatherland. (Riverside Song Book.) MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. GROUP VI. THE FLAG RECALLS 1. Columbus' Day Song, Columbus. 2. Landing of the Pilgrims . Song, The Breaking Waves Dashed High. 3. Lexington and Concord . . . Song, Three Cheers for the Olden Time. 4. Fourth of July Song, Independence Day. 5. Yorktown Song, The Land of Washington. (155) COLUMBUS DAY. FEW years ago " this country of ours " made a great cele- bration in honor of the four hundredth anniversary of the landing of Christopher Columbus on this continent. I suppose all Empire State boys and girls can point out on the map just the spot where the landing was made, the cross planted, and the flag raised. Of course, it was not the dear flag of the stars and stripes. Who can tell what banner it was? I am quite sure you know that, — but perhaps you have for- gotten the precise day — October 12, 1492 — when Columbus stepped on shore, saved from the perils of the sea, and from death at the hands of his own crew. Perhaps some of you — the older children — went to Chicago in 1893 and saw the "White City" — a wonderful group of buildings, filled with rare and beautiful things from every part of the earth. And it was all in memory of the great sailor and discoverer, Columbus. But you children cannot celebrate in that way — not even by building palaces of play-blocks. You can recall the great navi- gator by telling the story of his life, — his birth in far-off Genoa — his longing for the sea — his appearance at the Court of Spain — his reception by Queen Isabella — the sacrifices which, for his sake, she made — his various voyages — his imprisonment and death. It is a wonderful story, is it not? Such a story as boys and girls should cherish because of the lessons of Faith and Perseverance which it teaches, — lessons which may help them to the use of the same noble qualities. (157) 1^8 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. OBSERVATIONS ON THE CHARACTER OF COLUMBUS. In Columbus were singularly combined the practical and the poetical. His mind had grasped all kinds of knowledge, whether pro- cured by study or observation, which bore upon his theories ; impatient of the scanty aliment of the day, his impetuous ardor, as has well been observed, threw him into the study of the fathers of the Church, the Arabian Jews, and the ancient geographers; while his daring, but irregular, genius, bursting from the limits of imperfect science, bore him to conclusions far beyond the intellectual vision of his con- temporaries. If some of his conclusions were erroneous, they were at least ingenious and splendid, and their error resulted from the clouds which still hung over his peculiar path of enterprise. His own dis- coveries enlightened the ignorance of the age, guided conjecture to certainty, and dispelled that very darkness with which he had been obliged to struggle. In the progress of his discoveries he has been remarked for the extreme sagacity and the admirable justness with which he seized upon the phenomena of the exterior world. The variations, for instance, of terrestrial magnetism, the direction of currents, the grouping of marine plants, fixing one of the grand cHmacteric divisions of the ocean, the temperatures changing not solely with the distance to the equator, but also with the difference of meridians ; these and similar phenomena, as they broke upon him, were discerned with wonderful quickness of perception, and made to contribute important principles to the stock of general knowledge. This lucidity of spirit, this quick convertibility of facts to principles, distinguish him from the dawn to the close of his sublime enterprise, insomuch that with all the sallying ardor of his imagination, his ultimate success has been admirably characterized as a " conquest of reflection." — Washington Irving. Joaquin Miller. COLUMBUS. i M mf r^ i=^-J1=^ Unknown. (A German Air.) r^: 5^^ m 1. Be hind him lay the 2. "My men grow mut'-nous 3. They sailed and sailed, as 4. They sailed,they sailed, then 5. Then, pale and worn, he mf V -J- -J- 'i —*- *-"t gray A zores. Be hind day by day; My men winds might blow, Un - til spoke his mate : " This mad kept his deck. And thro' I the gates of grow ghast - ly at last the', sea shows his the dark - ness ^8^ ^EEE f=^ ^ -•-■•- II I -p- -# ly 'dhis my as ! a Her cu - les ; Be -fore him not the ghost of shored, Be - wan and weak." The stout mate tho't of home ; a spray Of blanch'd mate said : " Why,now, not e ven God would know Should ■teeth to-night, He curls his lip, he lies in wait. With peered that night. Ah, dark -est night! and then a speck — A I fore salt I lift - light ! him on wave wash and all ed teeth a light g #=p=t £ # =F=r= i :t=^ i =#- -Jt — a — J — a n. .n- ^= z*zjt i • s m=p ^ » ^ a- -^ f u I ^ r r shore - less seas. The good mate said :"Now must we pray, For lo ! the ver swar - thy cheek." What shall I say, brave Ad men fall dead. These ver y winds for - get if to bite ! Brave Ad - mi ral, say but light! alight! It grew— a star- lit flag mi - ral. If we sight naught but their way. For God from these dread one word ; Whatshall we do when nn- furled! It grew to be Time's * It =l=t =t ^ 1^ T =tc=|c m mf ff 4=V^ tt n r on!" on!" on!" \ stars seas seas hope burst I are gone ;Speak,Ad - mi - ral, at dawn?""Why,you shall say, is gone. Nowspeak,brave Ad is gone?"Thewordsleapedas of dawn ; He gained a mf i what at mi a world ! he EE shall I say?""Why say, sail on! and break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! and ral, and say" — He said, "Sail on! and leap -ing sword: "Sail on! sail on! and gave that world Its watchword:"On! and ^r=r= X f^ r- i THE FLAG RECALLS. jgl SELECTIONS. THE BOY COLUMBUS. "'Tis a wonderful story," I hear you say, " How he struggled and worked and plead and prayed, And faced every danger undismayed, With a will that would neither break nor bend, And discovered a new world in the end — But what does it teach to a boy of to-day? All the worlds are discovered, you know, of course. All the rivers are traced to their utmost source: There is nothing left for a boy to find, If he had ever so much a mind To become a discoverer famous; And if we'd much rather read a book About someone else, and the risks he took. Why nobody, surely, can blame us." So you think all the worlds are discovered now; All the lands have been charted and sailed about, Their mountains climbed, their secrets found out; - All the seas have been sailed, and their currents known — To the uttermost isles the winds have blown They have carried a venturing prow? Yet there lie all about us new worlds, everywhere, That await their discoverer's footfall; spread fair Are electrical worlds that no eye has yet seen. And mechanical worlds that lie hidden serene And await their Columbus securely. There are new worlds in Science and new worlds in Art, And the boy who will work with his head and his heait Will discover His new world surely. II 1 62 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. AH hail, Columbus, discoverer, dreamer, hero, and apostle! We here, of every race and country, recognize the horizon which bounded his vision, and the infinite scope of his genius. The voice of gratitude and praise for all the blessings which have been showered upon man- kind by his adventure is limited to no language, but is uttered in every tongue. Neither marble nor brass can fitly form his statue. Continents are his monument, and unnumbered millions, past, present, and to come, who enjoy in their liberties and their happiness the fruits of his faith, will reverently guard and preserve, from century to cen- tury, his name and fame. — Chauncey Mitchell Depew, from Dedicatory Oration at World's Columbian Exposition. THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS. N the year 1620 — some people say on December 2 1 St, others December 22d — a company of Pil- grims, as they are called, landed at a place now known as Plymouth, on the coast of Massachu- setts. They were EngHsh folk, but came to this country straight from Holland, having been driven from their former home in England by religious persecution. But I need not tell here the story of their sufferings on the slow and stormy voyage across the ocean — nor how cold and cheerless was the landing in the depth of winter. What child has not read it in the history book, or heard the story repeated at the fireside? Yet no matter how often the story may have been read, or told, it is well to keep in mind and to celebrate, at least once a year, the good traits of the Forefathers. They were not real generous men and women in their treatment of those who differed from them in belief, yet they were mild indeed in comparison with the Puritans, as they were called, — a company of men and women who came to this country much later in the century. But if we cannot celebrate the kindness of the Pilgrims, we certainly may their faith. How greatly they needed it in all their troubles on land and tempests on sea, and how grandly they showed it! And so with their courage. Was it not a splendid trait in their character? Neither starvation, disease, nor the Indian's tomahawk could make them fear. (Just here might come in a study of " The Indian " in our country's history.) And so, children, study out and tell to your teach- ers other good things about these early and hardy colonists, — for " they fought a good fight." (163) 1 64 MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. THE MEDITATIONS OF COLUMBIA, 1 876. Mayflower, Mayflower, slowly hither flying. Trembling westward o'er yon balking sea. Hearts within, " Farewell, dear England," sighing, Winds without, " But dear in vain," replying, Gray-lipped waves, about thee, shouted, crying, "No I It shall not be!" Jamestown, out of thee; Plymouth, thee; thee, Albany. Winter cries, "Ye freeze; away!" Hunger cries, "Ye starve; away!" Vengeance cries, " Your graves shall stay! " Then old shapes and masks of things, Frames like Faiths, or clothes like kings; Ghosts of Goods, once fleshed and fair, Grown foul Bads in alien air; War, and his most noisy lords, Tongued with lithe and poisoned swords, Error, Terror, Rage, and Crime, All, in a windy night of time. Cried to me, from land and sea,— "No! Thou shalt not be!" Now Praise to God's oft-granted grace. Now Praise to Man's undaunted face, Despite the land, despite the sea, I was, I am, and I shall be. How long. Good Angel, O, how Jong? Sing me, from heaven, a man's own songi " Long as thine Art shall love true love. Long as thy Science truth shall know, Long as thy Eagle harms no Dove, Long as thy Law by law shall grow, Long as thy God is God above, Thy brother every man below. So long, dear Land of all my love. Thy name shall shine, thy fame shall glow! " — Sidney Lanier. THE BREAKING WAVES DASHED HIGH. Felicia Hemans. . Miss Browne, arr. te^^^^^ i I. The break- ing waves dash'd high ^. Not as the con-queror comes, =r ^ On a stern They, the ?;^ 1 and true rock - bound coast, heart - ed came; li= ^ =^J^= 3. A - mid the storm they sang, 4. What sought they thus a - f ar ? m The stars heard and Bright jew els of --^ fv-i P- the sea ! the mine ? ne woods a - S =f5=^ i The woods a - gainst a storm y sky Their gi ant branch es tossed ; Not with the roll of stir - ring drums. Or trump that sings of fame ; t- :t T^=r^=Ti ^=^ The sound - ing aisles The wealth of seas. a of wood - land rang With an - thems of the free; the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! s =t IE :^; ^& r^-t The heav Not as the night hung dark, fly - ing come, ZJ The hills and wa In si lence and ters o'er, in fear. m ^\ The o Ay, call cean ea gle it ho - ly — • • — — soared, ground. The roll - ing wave's white foam ; The soil where first they trod ; ?; It ^ ^ f- =t =i= a ^ ^^ i When a band of ex - iles moor'd their bark On wild New Eng - land's shore. They shook the depths of des - ert's gloom With hymns of loft - y cheer. f- * ^^ -if. * -•-. -•- * '^^- ^=^ I The rock - ing pines in for - est roar'd. To bid them wel - come home. They left un - stained what there they found. Free- dom to wor - ship God. m ?^^ IB By permission of Silver, Burdett & Company. From " Songs of the Nation." THE FLAG RECALLS. igj, SELECTIONS. Here, on this rock, and on this sterile soil, Began the kingdom, not of kings, but men; Began the making of the world again. Here centuries sank, and from the hither brink, A new world reached and raised an old world link. When English hands, by wider vision taught. And here revived, in spite of sword and stake. Their ancient freedom of the Wapentake. Here struck the seed — the Pilgrims' roofless town, Where equal rights and equal bonds were set; Where all the people, equal-franchised, met; Where doom was writ of privilege and crown; Where human breath blew all the idols down; Where crests were naught, where vulture flags were furled. And common men began to own the world! — John Boyle O'Reilly. LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS. Methinks I see it now, that one solitary, adventurous vessel, the Mayflower of a forlorn hope, freighted with the prospects of a future state, and bound across the unknown sea. I behold it pursuing, with a thousand misgivings, the uncertain, the tedious voyage. Suns rise and set, and weeks and months pass, and winter surprises them on the deep, but brings them not the sight of the wished-for shore. I see them, now, scantily supplied with provisions, crowded almost to sufifocation in their ill-stored prison, delayed by calms, pursuing a cir- cuitous route; and now, driven in fury before the raging tempest, in their scarcely seaworthy vessel. The awful voice of the storm howls through the rigging. The laboring masts seem straining from their base; the dismal sound of the pumps is heard; the ship leaps, as it were, madly from billow to billow; the ocean breaks and settles with ingulfing floods over the floating deck, and beats with deadening weight against the staggering vessel. I see them escaped from these perils, pursuing their all but desperate undertaking, and landed at last, after a five months' passage, on the ice-clad rocks of Plymouth, weak l68 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. and exhausted from the voyage, poorly armed, scantily provisioned, depending on the' charity of their ship-master for a draught of beer on board, drinking nothing but water on shore, without shelter, without means, surrounded by hostile tribes. Shut now the volume of history, and tell me, on any principle of human probability, what shall be the fate of this handful of adven- turers? * * * Student of history, compare for me the bafHed projects, the deserted settlements, the abandoned adventurers of other times, and find the parallel of this. Was it the winter storm, beating upon the houseless heads of women and children? was it hard labor and spare meals? was it disease? was it the tomahawk? was it the deep malady of a blighted hope, a ruined enterprise, and a broken heart, aching in its last moments at the recollections of the loved and left, beyond the sea? was it some or all of them united that hurried this forsaken company to their melancholy fate? And is it possible that neither of these causes, that not all combined, were able to blast this bud of hope! Is it possible that from a beginning so feeble, so frail, so worthy not so much of admiration as of pity, there has gone forth a progress so steady, a growth so wonderful, a reality so important, a promise yet to be fulfilled so glorious ! — Edward Everett. LEXINGTON AND CONCORD. HESE are memorable places on the map of Ameri- can history. For the brave stand a few colonial farmers there made against trained British regu- lars was the opening fight of a Revolution, a strug- gle for independence, which never ceased nor slackened until England gave up the contest at Yorktown, seven years later. This fight at Lexington and Concord was fought April ly, 1775. Even yet, that is a great day in New England, and kept with more ceremony and enthusiasm than the Fourth of July. Let me tell you what the boys in Lexington do on that day: Early in the morning they rise up, hurry into their clothes and march away to Concord, over the very ground the soldiers trod a century and a quarter ago. On their march, they pass by many places where now are memorial tablets, telling what was done here and there along the whole line of their journey. Who cannot see what a vividness and sense of reality this early morning march, year by year, must give to these young patriots? But if New York children cannot actually travel on foot from Lexing- ton to Concord, playing soldier, they may, in imagination, walk along the avenue of History, seeing by the roadside the inscriptions and memorials which History herself has put there, that the Nation may keep in mind the dangers and hardships endured by the men of olden time, that they might secure to themselves and their posterity the blessings of independence. (169) j^O MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. CONCORD HYMN. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; Tliat memory may their deed redeem, When like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made these heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. — Ralph Waldo Emerson. THE REVOLUTIONARY ALARM. Darkness closed upon the country and upon the town, but it was no night for sleep. Heralds on swift relays of horses transmitted the war message from hand to hand, till village repeated to village, the sea to the backwoods, the plains to the highlands, and it was never suffered to droop till it had been borne North and South and East and West, throughout the land. It spread over the bays that receive the Saco and the Penobscot ; its loud reveille broke the rest of the trap- pers of New Hampshire, and, ringing like bugle notes from peak to peak, overleapt the Green Mountains, swept onward to Montreal, and descended the ocean river till the responses were echoed from the cliffs at Quebec. The hills along the Hudson told to one another the tale. As the summons hurried to the South, it was one day at New York, in one more at Philadelphia, the next it lighted a watch-fire at Balti- more, thence it waked an answer at Annapolis. Crossing the Potomac THE FLAG RECALLS. j^j near Mt. Vernon, it was sent forward, without a halt, to Williamsburg. It traversed the Dismal Swamp to Nansemond, along the route of the first emigrants to North Carolina. It moved onward and still onward, through boundless groves of evergreen, to Newbern and to Wilmington. " For God's sake, forward it by night and day," wrote Cornelius Harnett, by the express which sped for Brunswick. Patriots of South Carolina caught up its tones at the border and despatched it to Charles- ton, and, through pines and palmettos and moss-clad live-oaks, farther to the South, till it resounded among the New England settlements beyond the Savannah. The Blue Ridge took up the voice and made it heard from one end to the other of the valley of Virginia. The Alleghanies, as they listened, opened their barriers that the " loud call " might pass through to the hardy riflemen on the Holstein, the Watauga and the French Broad. Ever renewing its strength, power- ful enough even to create a commonwealth, it breathed its inspiring word to the first settlers of Kentucky, so that hunters who made their halt in the valleys of the Elkhorn commemorated the nineteenth day of April, 1776, by naming their encampment " Lexington." With one impulse the Colonies sprung to arms; with one spirit they pledged themselves to each other, " to be ready for the extreme event." With one heart the continent cried, " Liberty or death! " — George Bancroft. It was a brilliant April night. The winter had been unusually mild, and the spring very forward. The hills were already green; the early grain waved in the fields; and the air was sweet with blossoming orchards. Already the robins whistled, the blue-bird sang, and the benediction of peace rested upon the landscape. Under the cloudless moon, the soldiers silently marched, and Paul Revere swiftly rode, galloping through Medford and West Cambridge, rousing every house as he went, spurring for Lexington, and Hancock, and Adams, and evading the British patrols who had been sent out to stop the news. Stop the newsl Already the village church bells were beginning to ring the alarm, as the pulpits beneath them had been ringing for many a year. In the awakening houses lights flashed from window to window. Drums beat faintly far away and on every side. Signal guns 172 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. flashed and echoed. The watch-dogs barked, the cocks crew. Stop the news! Stop the sunrise! The murmuring night trembled with the summons so earnestly expected, so dreaded, so desired. And as, long ago, the voice rang out a:t midnight along the Syrian shore, wailing that great Pan was dead, but in the same moment the choiring angels whispered, "Glory to God in the highest, for Christ is bom!" so, if the stern alarm of that April night seemed to many a wistful and loyal heart to portend the passing glory of British dominion and the tragical chance of war, it whispered to them with prophetic inspiration, " Good- will to men: America is bom!" — George William Curtis, from the oration delivered at the centennial celebration of Concord fight. THREE CHEERS FOR THE OLDEN TIME. Fanny Crosby. 1^ l-#4^^ =3=3 ^F^^^ V 1. Three cheers, three cheers,f or the old en time, And the brave that knew no fear, my boys; 2. Theydared to look in the flash - ing eye Of the storm-king when he pass'd,my boys ; §3 IZHt. R"i^f^^^ ^ ^rPn=p i^ ^^^^ N^ f ^pp^ Fine. t ^ They stood e rect as the gi ant oak. And laugh'd when the storm was near, my boys. A shout went up, and a peal of joy Rang out on the win - 'try blast, my boys. n T r T ^^ r-H-R^ rf f 1%j=P~r^3^^ ^ 5^ ^^ Like them we'll boast of the land we love. And her proud flag stream-ing high, my boys ; The grass is green where they calm-ly rest. Those vet - 'rans true and brave, my boys ; ^:i:|==^= X i -fi- ;?i=;^ J!::^ t=t T— r-7^ i ^y ^k a ^ ^ m^^^H D.C. al Fine. r =8= -^T-ir f I We'll sing a - loud from the bright green hills,While the o - cean waves re ply, my boys. Their mem - 'ry shines like a ra diant star. O'er the land they died to save, my boys. ^ f— r INDEPENDENCE DAY. Joyfully, inf Bernhard Klein. fel^=^ ^m W^ I. Tell me, boys, what mean those voi - ces That are shout - ing in the ■J.. Near a hun - dred years have float - ed On time's rest - less, chang - ing 3. It was then our youth - ful na tion Raised its con se - crat ed 4. Let us join those hap py voi ces That- are shout - ing in the mf ^====^ jl :l=± :t=d=i: / g^ =8= 1/ 1 I I I ■ I street? Ev - 'ry one I see re joi ces; Bands play tunes for march - ing sea, Since our na - tion rose and vot ed That the coun - try should be hand. Sealed with blood the Dec -la - ra tion Of her In de pend - ence street; Ev - 'ry free - man's heart re joi - ces; Bright beams ev 'ry eye we -^^ -¥ I «= P i S -J^ it 3^a =^ pf^ i?= * I — r feet ; And the stars and stripes are blow - ing On the free. Gay the stars and stripes are blow - ing On the grand. Gay the stars and stripes are blow - ing On the meet. Gay the stars and stripes are blow - ing On the o cean and the shore ; o - cean and the shore ; o - cean and the shore ; o cean and the shore ; ^m :1= i=t ^r^ tt / Soli ; repeat in Chorus. "^m X ff\ ^f ^^ -4- ^^ S^^^ =8= I r r - r — r All our hearts with thanks o'er -flow -ing. In de - pend -ence Day once more. / -= ff sf \A =3= X -^d-^-^ ^ THE FOURTH OF JULY. T is not likely that boys or girls would consent to go to school on "the glorious Fourth." If they were asked to do so, I they probably would read a declaration of independence, all of their own making. And so, it might be asked — "Why suggest any exercise for that day?" Why, be- cause we ought not to forget such a day. True — but are we not in danger of forgetting if we do not call it to mind at least once a year? Alas! it is much to be feared that very many boys think the day was made for the express purpose of setting off firecrackers — small and giant ones — touching off small cannon, skyrockets, Roman candles and lots of other dangerous playthings. With the girls, the Fourth is a great picnic day. But, really, the day was not made for the sake of powder, picnics and noise. It was set aside as a day in which to recall the signing of the Declaration of Independence — independence from the grasping and greed of England. But such a glorious deed can be celebrated at any convenient time in the calendar of school days. It is always in order to speak of the life and patriotism of Thomas Jefiferson, author of the Declaration; always right to read aloud, for the benefit of others, the great truths which the Declaration contains; at any time, interest- ing to look over the list of signers of the Declaration and to study their lives. Let me commend John Hancock, Roger Sherman, Whipple, of New Hampshire. See, young folks, if you cannot find other names with histories as interesting. SELECTIONS. Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my hand and my heart to this vote. It is true, indeed, that, at the beginning, we aimed not at independence. But there's a Divinity that shapes our ends. The injustice of England has driven us to arms; and, blinded (175) 176 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. to her own interest for our good, she has obstinately persisted, till independence is now within our grasp. We have but to reach forth to it, and it is ours. Why, then, should we defer the declaration? * * * Whatever may be our fate, be assured, be assured, that this declaration will stand. It may cost treasure and it may cost blood, but it will stand, and it will richly compensate for both. Through the thick gloom of the present I see the brightness of the future, as the sun in heaven. We shall make this a glorious, an immortal day. When we are in our graves, our children will honor it. They will celebrate it with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires, and illuminations. On its annual return, they will shed tears, copious, gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of agony arid distress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of joy. Sir, before God, I believe the hour has come. My judgment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope in this life, I am now ready here to stake upon it; and I leave ofiE as I began, that live or die, survive or perish, I am for the declaration. It is my living sentiment, and, by the blessing of God, it shall be my dying sentiment ; independence, now; and independence forever! — Daniel Webster, from supposed speech of John Adams. Through the chances and changes of vanished years, Our thoughts go back to the olden time, — That day when the people resolved to be free, And, resolving, knew that the thing was done. What booted the struggle yet to be, When the hearts of all men beat as one, And hand clasped hand, and eyes met eyes. And lives were ready to sacrifice? The years since then have come and sped. And the heroes of those old days are dead; But their spirit lives in to-day's young men; And never in vain would our country plead For sons that were ready to die at her need. — Louise Chandler Moulton. THE FLAG RECALLS. 177 The United States is the only country with a known birthday-. All the rest began, they know not when, and grew intO' power, they knew not how. If there had been no Independence Day, England and America combined would not be so great as each actually is. There is no " Republican," no " Democrat " on the Fourth of July, — all are Americans. All feel that their country is greater than party. — James G. Blaine. On the Fourth of July, 1776, the representatives of the United States of America, in Congress assembled, declared that these united colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent states. This declaration, made by most patriotic and resolute men, trusting in the justice of their cause, and the protection of Providence, and yet not without deep solicitude and anxiety, has stood for seventy-five years, and still stands. It was sealed in blood. It has met dangers and overcome them. It has had enemies and it has conquered them. It has had detractors, and it has abashed them all. It has had doubt- ing friends, but it has cleared all doubts away. And now, to-day, rais- ing its august form higher than the clouds, twenty millions of people contemplate it with hallowed love, and the world beholds it, and the consequences which have followed, with profound admiration. — Daniel Webster. You have all read the Declaration of Independence; you have it by heart; you have heard it read to-day. A hundred years ago, it was a revelation, startling, with new terror, kings on their thrones, and bidding serfs in their poor huts rise and take heart, and look up with new hope of deliverance. It asserted that all men, kings and peasants, master and servant, rich and poor, were bom equal, with equal rights, inheritors of equal claim to protection before the law; that govern- ments derived their just powers, not from conquest or force, but from the consent of the governed, and existed only for their protection and to make them happy. These were the truths, eternal, but long unspoken; truths that few dared to utter, which. Providence ordained, should be revealed here in America, to be the political creed of the people, all over the earth. Like a trumpet blast in the night, it pealed through the dark abodes of misery, and roused men to thought, and hope and action. — Richard O'Gorman. 12 178 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. liberty's latest daughter. Foreseen in the vision of sages, Foretojd when martyrs bled, She was born of the longing ages. By the truth of the noble dead And the faith of the living, fed! No blood in her lightest veins Frets at remembered chains. Nor shame of bondage has bowed her head. In her form and features, still. The unblenching Puritan will, Cavalier honor. Huguenot grace, The Quaker truth and sweetness. And the strength of the danger-girdled race 01 Holland, blend in a proud completeness. From the home of all, where her being began. She took what she gave to man: — Justice that knew no station, Belief as soul decreed. Free air for aspiration. Free force for independent deed. She takes, but to give again. As the sea returns the rivers in rain; And gather the chosen of her seed From the hunted of every crown and creed. Her Germany dwells by a gentler Rhine; Her Ireland sees the old sunburst shine; Her France pursues some dream divine; Her Norway keeps his mountain pine; Her Italy waits by the western brine; And, broad-based, under all Is planted England's oaken-hearted mood, As rich in fortitude As e'er went world-ward from the island wall. Fused by her candid light, To one strong race all races here unite; Tongues melt in hers; hereditary foemen Forget their sword and slogan, kith and clan. 'Twas glory once to be a Roman; She makes it glory now to be a man. — Baycrd Taylor. THE BATTLE OF YORKTOWN. *HIS great battle — great for the time and great in its conse- quences — was fought October 19, 1781. There was scat- tered fighting for a year or two after that day between America and England, — but the Revolution really ended with that memorable struggle. It will prove of great interest to the young folks in school to trace the history of our seven years' Revolutionary War from Lexington to Yorktown. Let them not think of naming every battle, just when, just where it was fought, — but picking out here and there a great event, let them follow the long road, now sunlighted, now deeply shad- owed, from colonial dependence to independent statehood. Knowl- edge of this sort, thus gained, will make of the children in years to come more intelligent, more patriotic citizens, than they could pos- sibly be without such training. And on that long road they should be able to pick up, as one might pluck a flower by the wayside, many a pleasant story of the times whose fragrance and memory may be lasting and sweet. Take, for instance, the story of Dolly Madison for the girls ; for the boys, that of the Boston lads who went to General Gage and made their demands upon him, like the saucy little Yankees they were! And when they have reached the end of the long road, let them stop and see the Yorktown battle by sea and land; note the help of the French and the gallantry of La Fayette; watch the daring of the Americans and the bravery of Washington. Will it not indeed pay us to remember Yorktown? (179) l8o MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. THE YORKTOWN LESSON. (Closing passage from Centennial address, October i8, 1881.) " You are the advance guard of the human race ; you have the future of the world," said Madame de Stael to a distinguished American, recalHng with pride what France had done for us at Yorktown. Let us Uft ourselves to a full sense of such responsibility for the progress of freedom, in other lands as well as in our own. * * * We cannot escape from the great responsibilities of this great intervention of American example; and it involves nothing less than the hope or the despair of the Ages! Let us strive, then, to aid and advance the liberty of the world, in the only legitimate way in our power, by patriotic fidelity and devotion in upholding, illustrating, and adorning our own free institutions. We have nothing to fear except from ourselves. We are one by the configuration of nature and by the strong impress of art, — inextricably intwined by the lay of our land, the run of our rivers, the chain of our lakes, and the iron network of our crossing and recrossing and ever multiplying and still advancing tracks of trade and travel. We are one by the memories of our fathers. We are one by the hopes of our children. We are one by a Constitution and a Union which have not only survived the shock of foreign and civil war, but have stood the abeyance of almost all administrations, while the whole people were waiting breathless, in alternate hope and fear, for the issues of an execrable crime. With the surrender to each other of all our old sectional animosities and prejudices, let us be one, henceforth and always, in mutual regard, conciliation, and afifection! " Go on, hand in hand, O States, never to be disunited! Be the praise and heroic song of all posterity! " On this auspicious day let me invoke, as I devoutly and fervently do, the choicest and richest blessings of Heaven on those who shall do most, in all time to come, to preserve our beloved country in Unity, Peace, and Concord. — Robert Charles Winthrop. THE LAND OF WASHINGTON. Note.—" The melody of this song was called the " Drum and Fife March," by the Provincial army, and was a great favorite of the American troops, especially as it was played by them at the Battle of Yorktown. As the publisher is desirous of rescuing from oblivion a spirit-stirring melody, once so familiar in the American camp, it is here given anew." Words by Geo. P. Morris. Music adapted by F. H. Brown. i te^^ ^^^^U s ^ ■#— •- ir^tztti -if—g^ 1. I love the pa-triot sa ges,Who in the days of yore, In combat met the foe - men,And 2. 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The Marquis de Rochambeau, at the Centennial Anniversary of Yorktown, said: " Citizens of the United States: You have invited us to celebrate with you a great achievement of arms, and we did not hesitate to brave the terrors of the ocean to say to you that what our fathers did in 1781 we, their sons, would be willing to do to-day, and attest our constant friendship, and further show that we cherish the same sentiments as our fathers in those glorious days we now celebrate. In the name of my companions, who represent here the men who fought, permit me to hope that the attachment formed in these days around this monument which is about to be erected will be renewed in one hun- dred years, and will again celebrate the victory which joined our fathers in comradeship and alliance." President Arthur's address, at the Centennial Anniversary of Yorktown: " Upon this soil one hundred years ago our forefathers brought to a successful issue their heroic struggle for independence. Here and then was established, and, as we trust, made secure upon this continent for ages yet to come, that principle of government which is the very fibre of our political system — the sovereignty of the people. The resentments which attended and for a time survived the clash of arms have long since ceased to animate our hearts. It is with no feehng of exultation over a defeated foe that to-day we summon up a remem- brance of those events which have made holy ground where we tread. Surely no such unworthy sentiment could find harbor in our hearts, so profoundly thrilled with that expression of sorrow and sympathy which our national bereavement has evolved from the people of England and their august sovereign; but it is altogether fitting that we should gather here to refresh our souls with the contemplation of the unfalter- ing patriotism, the sturdy zeal and the sublime faith with which were achieved the results we now commemorate. For so, if we learn aright the lesson of the hour, shall we be incited to transmit to the generation 1 84 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. which shall follow the precious legacy which our fathers left to us — the love of liberty protected by law. " Of that historic scene which we here celebrate, no feature is more prominent and none more touching than the participation of oar gal- lant allies from across the sea. It was their presence which gave fresh and vigorous impulse to the hopes of our countrymen when well-nigh disheartened by a long series of disasters. It was their noble and generous aid, extended in the darkest period of that struggle, which sped the coming of our triumph and made capitulation at Yorktown possible, a century ago. To their descendants and representatives who are here present as honored guests of the nation, it is my glad duty to ofifer a cordial welcome. You have a right to share with us the associations which cluster about the day when your fathers fought side by side with our fathers in the cause which was here crowned with success, and none of the memories awakened by this anniversary are more grateful to us all than the reflection that the national friend- ships here so closely cemented have outlasted the mutations of a changeful century. God grant, my countrymen, that they may ever remain unshaken, and that henceforth, with ourselves and with all nations of the earth, we may be at peace." MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. Prologue. General Grant and the Civil War, Song, See, the Conqu'ring Hero Comes. Admiral Dewey and the Spanish War, Song, Dewey at Manila Bay. In Memoriam — May 30th. Selections Song, Song for Memorial Day. Selections Song, Tlte Heroes' Greeting. Selections Song, In Memoriam. Selections Song, Remembered. (185) GENERAL GRANT AND THE CIVIL WAR. *HE name of Ulysses S. Grant is forever linked in history with the Civil War, waged between the North and the South from 1861 to 1865. Many a general and officer and thousands upon thousands of private soldiers, on both sides, fought with indescribable bravery. But it remained for General Grant to bring the war to an end by the surrender of Robert E. Lee, commander-in-chief of the Southern army, at Appomattox Courthouse, April 9, 1865. Grant was often charged with cruelty and even with indifference as to the number of his soldiers killed in battle. But this is not true. The sacrifice of human life in the fierce battles that he fought was great, but it was necessary. And when the " cruel war " was over and peace really came to a sorrowing land, sore-stricken in every part, no man in all the nation was kinder than he to the conquered foe, as they surrendered on the last battle- field of the war, nor more compassionate afterwards to the whole people of the desolated and impoverished South. To show such kind- ness and compassion he had indeed a rare opportunity, as President of the United States for two terms. In this great office he was vexed, perplexed and troubled by many problems of Reconstruction such as no other President had ever known; but throughout all he was patient, though firm, and loyal to the last degree to what he believed to be the good of the whole people. No wonder that New York, the great- est city of the Empire State, and the metropolis of the land, asked that the hero and statesman might repose within its borders. And so was built the " Tomb of General Grant " at Riverside, in Greater New York. (If time permits, a sketch of Grant's boyhood and youth, stories from his Autobiography, and a description of the famous " Tomb " would prove of very great interest, conveying much information on heroic patriotism.) (187) MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. HIS FIRST AND LAST SURRENDER." Toll! bells of the nation, toll! For Grant, our trave defender. The hero true, who made to Death " His first and last surrender; " Toll! O bells, to-day. And let your echoes roll Solemnly, mournfully O'er all the land From strand to strand; Toll! bells of the nation, toll! For Liberty's defender. Rise! sons of the nation, rise! And love's true homage render To him who grandly made to Death " His first and last surrender; " Lament, O world, to-day. And let the earth and skies Silently, mournfully Be witness to their grief Who mourn an honored chief; Mourn, sons of the nation, mourn. For Grant, our brave defender. It was on Decoration Day, in the city of New York, the last one he ever saw on earth. That morning, the members of the Grand Army of the Republic, the veterans in that vicinity, rose earlier than was their wont. They seemed to spend more time that morning in unfurl- ing the old battle-flags, in burnishing the medals of honor which deco- rated their breasts, for on that day they had determined to march by the house of their dying commander, to give him a last marching salute. In the streets, the columns were formed; inside the house, on that bed from which he never was to rise again, lay the stricken chief. The hand which had seized the surrendered sword of countless thousands could scarcely return the pressure of the friendly grasp. THE FLAG HALLOWS THE CIVIL WAR. igg That voice that had cheered on to triumphant victory the allegiance of America's manhood, could no longer call for the cooling draught which slaked the thirst of a fevered tongue, and prostrate on that bed of anguish lay the form virhich, in the New World, had ridden at the head of the conquering column — which, in the Old World, had been deemed worthy to stand with head covered and with feet sandaled in the presence of princes, kings and emperors. In the street his ear caught the sound of martial music. Bands were playing the same strains which had echoed his guns at Vicksburg, the same quick-steps to which his men sped in hot haste when pursuing Lee through Vir- ginia. And then came the heavy, measured step of moving columns, a step which can be acquired only by years of service in the field. He recognized it all now. It was the tread of his old veterans. With his little remaining strength, he arose, and dragged himself to the window. He gazed upon those battle-flags dipped to him in salute, those precious standards, bullet-riddled, battle-stained, but remnants of their former service, with scarcely enough left of them on which to print the names of the battles. They had seen his eyes once more light with the flames that had enkindled them at Shiloh, at the heights of Chattanooga, amid the glories of Appomattox, and as those war-scarred veterans looked, with uncovered heads and upturned faces, for the last time upon the pallid features of their old chief, the cheeks which had been bronzed with Southern suns, and begrimed with powder, were bathed in the tears of manly grief. Soon they saw rising the hand which had so often pointed out to them the path of victory. He raised it slowly and painfully to his head in recognition of their salutation. When the column had passed, the hand fell heavily by his side. It was his last military salute. — Horace Porter. ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT. When his work was done, this man of blood was as tender toward his late adversaries as a woman towards a son! He imposed no humiHating conditions, spared the feelings of his antagonists, sent home the disbanded Southern men with food and horses for working their crops, and when a revengeful spirit in the executive chair showed I go MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. itself and threatened the chief Southern generals, Grant, with a holy- indignation, interposed himself, and compelled his superior to re- linquish his rash purpose. A man he was, without vices, with an absolute hatred of lies, and an eradicable love of truth, of a perfect loyalty to friendship, neither envious of others nor selfish of himself. With a zeal for the public good unfeigned, he has left to memory only such weaknesses as con- nect him with humanity, and such virtues as will rank him among heroes. The tidings of his death, long expected, gave a shock to the whole world. Governments, rulers, eminent statesmen, and scholars from all civilized nations, gave sincere tokens of sympathy. For the hour, sympathy rolled as a wave over the whole land. It closed the last furrow of war; it extinguished the last prejudice; it effaced the last vestige of hatred; and cursed be the hand that shall bring them back! Johnston and Buckner on one side of his bier, and Sherman and Sheridan upon the other, he has come to his tomb, — a silent symbol that liberty had conqured slavery, and peace war. He rests in peace! No drum nor cannon shall disturb his slumber! Sleep, hero, sleep, until another trumpet shall shake the heavens and the earth! Then come forth to glory and immortality. — Henry Ward Beecher. SEE! THE CONQUERING HERO COMES. W. K. W. G. F. Handel. 1. "See! the 2. Great our 3. Grand our con - qu'ring he - ro comes, Sound he ro, fierce in fight, Clear . he - ro, mild in peace. Bid nS- ;«/ ms^ -Cr :^- -jr a . ^hS A- -» 9 r- the in ding i / :l=1= ;S^^ te r -&- -o~ s — pre pare, the the sol dier, the states man trum pets, coun cil, pas sion, beat full dis the drums; of might ; cord cease ; Hearts Greet . Greet . -g- /-?- --9--f-' =^ i> -f2-- m. h2-^ =P= 4g m lau prais prais It rel es es brmg ; bring ; bring ; Songs Songs Songs =g- -15'- of tri umph of tri umph of tri umph THE FLAG HALLOWS THE CIVIL WAR. 1^3 SELECTIONS. GRANT. When the shuddering earth foretold Ruin, and war's thunder rolled, Who was honest as the soil. Natural, simple, free of cant, Patient as the oxen toil? Grant, While the earthquake rent the land, Brothers battling hand to hand, Who looked never toward the rear, Let the politicians rant, Void of selfishness and fear? Grant. Oh, the need of one, could do Work for twenty! stanch and true. Taciturn through praise and blame — One, disaster could not daunt. Firm, decided as the name. Grant ! When our leaders weakened, then Who was master over men? While dismay the Nation smote, Thoughtful, wise, of anger scant, Gre'atest who, in plainest coat? Grant. Silent battler, manly judge. Weighing chiefs without a grudge, V/hen the gun-smoke parted, foes Shielded from revenge and taunt. Shared your heart who bore your blows, Grant. Faithful to the falsest friends. Duped by rogues for paltry ends, You were like the wholesome earth, Home for oak and poison-plant! Fair and foul but raised your worth. Grant! 13 194 MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. Red and black usurp the white; Fear of death is fear of night: Redder, blacker moments far. Fenced about with spectres gaunt, You have passed in hateful war, Grant. Though the last dark field you plow, Fearless then, no fear is now, Great our General! What is night? Shades that o'er the landscape slant — All beyond them, glorious Light, Grant! Fame for you for aye shall run Even as all-victorious Sun, For like him you cannot die. Dawns your lofty deeds will chant, Hark! the coming aeons cry — " Grant, Grant! " — C. De Kay. (New York, March 30, 1885.) VANQUISHED. Not by the ball or brand Sped by a mortal hand. Not by the lightning stroke When fiery tempests broke, — Not 'mid the ranks of war Fell the great Conqueror. Unmoved, undismayed. In the crash and carnage of the cannonade, — Eye that dimmed not, hand that failed not, Brain that swerved not, heart that quailed not, Steel nerve, iron form, — The dauntless spirit that o'erruled the storm. THE FLAG HALLOWS THE CIVIL WAR. ^gc While the Hero peaceful slept A foeman to his chamber crept. Lightly to the slumberer came. Touched his brow and breathed his name; O'er the stricken form there passed Suddenly an icy blast. The Hero woke; rose undismayed; Saluted Death — and sheathed his blade. The Conqueror of a hundred fields To a mightier Conqueror yields; No mortal foeman's blow Laid the great Soldier low. Victor in his latest breath — Vanquished but by Death. — Francis F. Brnvne. General Sheridan, in reply to a request for his opinion of General Grant as a commander, recently said: " He was a far greater man than people thought him to be. He was able, no matter how situated, to do more than was expected of him. That has always been my opinion of General Grant. I have the greatest admiration for him, both as a man and as a commander." WHY THEY CALLED HIM LEADER. General Sherman, having been asked why he and Sheridan always acknowledged the leadership of Grant, replied: " Because, while I could map out a dozen plans for a campaign, every one of which Sheri- dan would declare he could fight out to victory, neither he nor I could tell which of the plans was the best one; but Grant, who simply sat and listened and smoked while we had been talking over the maps, would, at the end of our talking, tell us which was the best plan, and, in a dozen or two words, the reason of his decision, and then it would all be so clear to us that he was right that Sheridan and I would look at each other and wonder why we hadn't seen the advantage of it our- selves. I tell you. Grant is not appreciated yet. The military critics 196 MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. of Europe are too ignorant of American geography to appreciate the conditions of his campaigns. I have seen Grant plan campaigns for 500^000 troops along a front line 2,500 miles in length, and send them marching to their objective points, through sections where the sur- veyor's chain was never drawn, and where the commissariat necessi- ties alone would have broken down any transportation system of Europe; and three months later I have seen those armies standing where he said they should be, and what he planned accomplished; and I give it as my military opinion that General Grant is the greatest commander of modern times, and with him only three others can stand — Napoleon, Wellington and Moltke." ADMIRAL DEWEY AND THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR. *HE name of George Dewey, in every part of our country, is " a household word." He stands forth as the best- known American who fought in what is known as " The Spanish-American War." There may be a great many young pupils in our common schools who do not know just what that war was, or just why it was fought, — but it would be difficult to find one, beyond the primary grades, who has not heard of Admiral Dewey, the great sailor, and how he sailed with his ships over mines and torpedoes and sunken vessels, straight into the har- bor of Manila, and on May i, 1898, without the loss of a man or a gun or a ship, won the greatest naval victory, in many respects, ever achieved by man. And when, in the autumn of 1899, the famous sailor came to this country, he received no warmer welcome, no finer tribute to his glory, than that given him by the school children of Greater New York, a welcome that was renewed and prolonged by the boys and girls of Vermont when the Admiral returned, after many years of sea-life, to his birth-place and boyhood's home in the " Green Mountain State." Is it not right, then, for all the boys and girls of the Empire State to have a part in the celebration which their school- fellows in Greater New York began? Yes, surely. But the wise teacher will not fail to seize the opportunity to give to his school — to each and every pupil — the best idea possible of the cause of the brief war, — of the valor of our soldiers and sailors — of the fight at Santiago — the battle at San Juan and the bravery there displayed by regulars and volunteers, and by the " Rough Riders " under the leader- ship of the patriot and soldier who is now the Governor of New York, Theodore Roosevelt — the meaning of the " Dewey Arch " erected in Greater New York, — and, above all, to make clear and strong the les- son taught Spain by this country, that oppression .and tyranny, as that of Cuba by Spain, must cease, — that Freedom is the privilege of all mankind. (197) 1 98 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. Sure of the right, keeping free from all ofifense ourselves, actuated only by upright and patriotic considerations, moved neither by passion nor selfishness, the Government will continue its watchful care over the rights and property of American citizens, and will abate none of its efforts to bring about by peaceful agencies a peace which shall be honorable and enduring. If it shall hereafter appear to be a duty imposed by our obligations to ourselves, to civilization and humanity, to intervene vnth force, it shall be without fault on our part, and only because the necessity for such action will be so clear as to command the support and approval of the civilized world. — President McKinley, from Message to Congress, December, 1897. THE MAINE. On the morning of February i6th came the news that on the previous evening the battle-ship Maine had been blown up and totally destroyed in the harbor of Havana. This gigantic murder of sleeping men, in the fancied security of a friendly harbor, was the direct out- come and the perfect expression of Spanish rule, and the appropriate action of a corrupt system struggling in its last agony. At last the unsettled question had come home to the United States, and it spoke in awful tones, which rang loud and could not be silenced. A wave of swift, fierce wrath swept over the American people. But a word was needed, and war would have come then in response to this foul and treacherous act of war, for such, in truth, it was. But the words of Captain Sigsbee, the commander of the Maine, whose coolness, self- restraint, and high courage were beyond praise, asking, even in the midst of the slaughter, that judgment should be suspended, were heeded alike by government and people. — Henry Cabot Lodge. The long trial has proved that the object for which Spain has waged the war cannot be attained. The fire of insurrection may flame or may smoulder with varying seasons, but it has not been and it is plain that it cannot be extinguished by present methods. The only THE FLAG HALLOWS THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR. 199 hope of relief and repose from a condition, which can no longer be endured is the enforced pacification of Cuba. In the name of humanity, in the name of civilization, in behalf of endangered American interests, which give us the right and the duty to speak and to act, the war in Cuba must stop. The issue is now with the Congress. It is a solemn responsibility. I have exhausted every efifort to relieve the intolerable condition of afifairs which is at our doors. Prepared to execute every obligation imposed upon me by the constitution and the law, I await your action. — President McKinley, from Message to Congress, April II, 1898. On the 24th of April, I directed the Secretary of the Navy to telegraph orders to Commodore George Dewey, of the United States Navy, commanding the Asiatic Squadron, then lying in the port of Hong Kong, to proceed forthwith to the Philippine Islands, there to commence operations and engage the assembled Spanish fleet. Promptly obeying that order, the United States squadron entered the harbor of Manila at daybreak on the ist of May and immediately engaged the entire Spanish fleet of eleven ships, which were under the protection of the fire of the land forts. After a stubborn fight, in which the enemy suffered great loss, their vessels were destroyed or completely disabled, and the water battery at Cavite silenced. Of our brave officers and men, not one was lost, and only eight injured, and those sHghtly. All of our ships escaped any serious damage. * * * The magnitude of this victory can hardly be measured by the ordinary standards of naval warfare. Outweighing any material advantage is the moral effect of this initial success. At this unsurpassed achieve- ment, the great heart of our nation throbs, not with boasting or with greed of conquest, but with deep gratitude that this triumph has come in a just cause, and that by the grace of God an effective step has thus been taken toward the attainment of the wished-for peace. To those whose skill, courage, and devotion have won the fight, to the gallant commander, and the brave officers and men who aided him, our country owes an incalculable debt. — President McKinley, from Message to Con- gress, May 9, 1898. 200 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE SAILING OF THE FLEET. Two fleets have sailed from Spain. The one would seek What lands uncharted ocean might conceal. Despised, condemned, and pitifully weak. It found a world for Leon and Castile. Another, mighty, arrogant, and vain. Sought to subdue a people who were free. Ask of the storm-gods where its galleons be, — Whelmed 'neath the billows of the northern main! A third is threatened. On the westward track, Once gloriously traced, its vessels speed, With gold and crimson battle-flags unfurled. On Colon's course, but to Sidonia's wrack. Sure fated, if so need shall come to need. For sons of Drake are lords of Colon's world. — The New York Tribune. dewey's victory — May i, 1898. " Capture or destroy the Spanish fleet at Manila." Such was the purport of President McKinley's order to Commodore George Dewey, commanding the American squadron in Asiatic waters; and right nobly did he carry out his instructions. Anchored in the harbor of a friendly power, he was informed that by the laws of neutrality he must put to sea. Six thousand miles from home, with no base of supplies, there were but two things for the intrepid commander to do : He must seek in flight the safety of our own shores, or he must fight against over- whelming odds. He did not hesitate; but chose the latter alternative as if there were no other. How the haughty Spaniards sneered at his pretensions! Why should they, with a fleet superior in numbers, protected by the great guns of their forts, fear the "Yankee pigs"? — the commercials who could not fight? They were soon to learn another lesson. On the evening of April 30, the order to advance to action was given. And, under cover of the darkness, our majestic ships, with lights extin- guished, crept slowly, like tigers of the jungle, through the mine-pro- THE FLAG HALLOWS THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR. 20 1 tected channel, past the forts up to the very teeth of the Spaniards. When the morning of the first of May broke over the peaceful Oriental sea, it saw the despised American in the very fangs of her proud enemy. What a charming scene! The great ships heaving on the bosom of the placid bay, like graceful swans. The sleeping city, quiet in the distant haze. The gaily plumaged tropical bird calling to its mate in a neighboring palm. The pennants of the forts lazily flapping on their supporting poles. The scene changes, and the heavenly peace of nature gives place to the hell of war! The great guns of our ships belch forth their wrath of fire and steel. The Spanish ships and forts reply. Soon, chaos and destruction reign. Shells shriek through the quivering air. The peace- ful sea has become a volcano from seething shot and bursting shell! The startled Spaniards had not expected such an onslaught. Surely this foe can fight! The Spanish flag-ship is on fire! The flag is bravely transferred to another; but that too is soon disabled. Frantically the iron hail is poured from fort and ship; but it glances from our steel sides or falls harmlessly intO' the sea. Slowly our great ships move on, firing with unerring aim as if at target practice. Three times they move around the deadly curve and the last Spanish ship is burned or sunk; the forts on shore are a mass of ruins. The victory is won, and not an American has been killed, not a ship seriously injured. Does our hero exult? Not he. He sends a message to the Spanish admiral commending his bravery and offering to care for his wounded sailors. Days of suspense follow. There are rumors that Dewey has been victorious, followed by others of a less reassuring nature. Spanish dispatches claim a victory; but singularly omit to mention American losses. Then comes a report that Dewey has been trapped; and the whole nation is anxious; but not a word of censure is heard. Those who know Commander Dewey say, " Do not fear, he is a quiet man; but when he fights, he fights hard." At last authentic news is received; and all the world wonders. Men recall to mind the achievements of Nelson, when he defeated the combined fleets of France and Spain ninety-three years ago. 202 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. The authorities at Washington promptly make him an admiral and vote him a sword. A new star is added to the already brilhant galaxy of American naval heroes; and to the names of Paul Jones, Decatur, Hull, Lawrence, Perry, and Farragut, is added George Dewey. The civilized world is amazed. Men recall the great feats of the past; but history reveals nothing like this. A whole fleet, supported by shore batteries, de- stroyed without the loss of a single man on the victorious squadron. The new warships have been tried, and the product of modern thought has triumphed. The nations awake to the fact that a new power has risen with which they must reckon. This young giant has struck his first blow in the very cradle of the race, in the stronghold of despotism and tyranny; and that blow was struck in the name of liberty. Hope revives in the hearts of the down-trodden millions. Liberty is no longer a dream, a sentiment. It has a champion who makes it an assured fact. And with the dawning of the new century come prophetic mur- murings, never heard before, that the great race, speaking one tongue, that has carried light to the dark places of the earth, shall be united, and carry law, and liberty, and justice to all the world. — John D. Wilson. Youngest descendant of a glorious line, — Jones, Perry, Hull, Decatur, heroes bold, Who fought this nation's brave sea-fights of old. And Farragut, whose great deeds on the brine Through our wild civil strife with fierce glow shine, — Dewey, all hail! With theirs is now enrolled Thy name; with theirs thy story shall be told; Thy country's praise and gratitude are thine; Thy daring sally in Manila Bay Has stirred the whole world's pulse, and well begun The war for human rights we wage to-day With consecrated sword. Hero, well done! The fleet was heaven-directed in that fray — No grander battle e'er yet fought and won. — Virginia Vaughan. DEWEY AT MANILA BAY, Lilian Budington. u Introduction.. Martha Moses Peckham. mm w =S-.-j- 1=^; -*— ib- ^ V -2J^ r^r^=^=rr^ p T g n? ri -^- :j=#i d: i ft ?^ i^ * :i: ^it*^ 1=^ ^ 1. Night came down o'er Ma - ni la's Bay, Where Span- ish ships at an - chor lay ; And 2. Shot and shell on Ma ni - la's Bay Wrought well God's work that first of May; And ^■ k H^^ / J"^ j^5 t: T i—-i^ -nr^^-i^i m^ -J— 4- 5i s^ ^^^^^^ =^ ^=t rr tr ^^^^g^ p -i« 3^^^ d= t=F ^^F Span - ish mines be - neath the wave To Span - ish hearts bold cour - age gave. A Span -ish ty - rants on the wave Learn'd right is might with A - meri - ca's brave. mM :i^i s^ - ^ * *fr ¥ m ^ k S=Tf m -zJ- ^*— I* i tfi :ir=l? i: P ^==^ -1- ^ =t=5f -3^- -t^— t^ mistroll'd in o'er Ma-ni - la's Bay, And A-meri - can ships sailed in to stay. Where Night came down o'er Ma-ni la's Bay, Where A-raeri - can ships at an - chor lay ; And A - m A w 'p«l^ a tempo. tt?— •- 4- 4 -4-- «; ^r=r t=t By permission of Clayton T. Summy Company, Publishers. DEWEY AT MANILA BAY. i i#i=?E — W VJ 4 W- -i- 1==F ^ -t/ — u- Span-ish mines be - neath the . . wave.Like Span-iards slept, nor waked to save, meri-ca's flag crowns the crest of the wave, Where Span-ish rule has found a grave. f7\ ■m =r^=^ pS i?J=;J: s :ri=#!E ¥ =18 ^; -t-l iH b »■ ^- ft r I* *^ Chorus. ^T > EP^= t: For A-merica's flag is the flag of thefree;Herstarsandstripesfloato'erlandandsea.Hur- u /- ^^ m -1=- *E^EE i=!±=rjt^ =t==t= P m r^ T=f -rr For A - merica's flag is the flag of the free; Her stars and stripesfloat o'er land and sea.Hur- i 4I=S: ii — * — «F^- it^ P^P^ -•H— •• —r I f V ■?«- §4t SE 1-:^^ f^" =i^r:i= r=^= g -=!-- -•- -^ r r i te^ es ^^^ #=t f=P=^=f: -^- rah for our he - ro and col ors three! When Dewey sailed o - ver the o - cean. UIe .^ .^ .L-L^-}-^^^- m !^E =tc =tn =b=t: =t =P rah for our he ro and col ors thr e ! When Dewey sailed o - ver the o - cean. ^ • • ^m— •■ ^ ^m §ft4 -« a— — •- t J~f I -a-r- MEMORIAL DAY. ^HIS national holiday was at first called " Decoration Day " — because of the custom of decorating the graves of Union soldiers on that day. But now it bears the sweeter and more sacred name of Memorial Day, — because of the call- ing to remembrance then, in a special and public way, the brave men and brave deeds of the terrible Civil War of 1861. We Americans ought to regard the thirtieth of May^ each year, as an Holy Day, rather than a mere amusement holiday. Alas! it is fast becoming a day for sports and games and out-door spectacles. And yet, it can never become wholly that, as long as there remains on earth a single soldier of the Grand Army of the Republic. For to him will be present on each Sabbath Day of the Nation the thought of the mighty conflict, with its patriotic spirit, its heroic deeds, its loyal " Boys in Blue/' — all indeed that made that conflict so memorable; and his trembling hands will still seek to strew flowers of remembrance upon the graves of his former companions-in-arms. So, let a like spirit of loyalty and patriotism animate the soul of every one of the thousands of G. A. R. Veterans still living. Let every teacher, in his or her place, seek to instill into the mind of every pupil a knowl- edge of the great events and actors in the war-drama; better still, an idea of the meaning of the war, its triumphant issue in a restored Union and an emancipated race — and best of all, a sentiment in every youth- ful heart of ever-enkindling, ever-growing love for this dear " Country of Ours! " Probably there is not a school district in the State in which there is not at least one veteran of the Civil War. And the one best way to keep Memorial Day in school will be to invite him, as the guest of honor, to tell his story of the war. If a G. A. R. " post " is in the neighborhood, summon its members to your memorial service and let some of them speak for all. If any soldier or sailor of the recent war (20s) 2o6 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. with Spain is nigh at hand, ask him to be present and speak. He will be heard giving the meed of praise and honor to the men of '6i for their unparalleled devotion to the Union, — and they^ The Fathers, will testify in turn to the patriotic spirit which led The Sons to beat down tyranny and lift the Cuban to the joys of Freedom. Do not fear that such a service will celebrate the glories of war, and so create a warlike spirit in youthful hearts ; no, for it commemorates, rather, the sorrowful and heart-aching phases of strife. Nor fear that the keeping of such a day will stir up a spirit of bitterness against the conquered South; no, that has died away by the healing effects of time, by the thought of a common origin and common destiny of all the states in the Union. The South as well as the North keeps its Memorial Day — for sorrow for the dead, as Washington Irving has told us, is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be separated. But in recent years — on plat- forms, in burial-grounds, wherever and however Memorial Day has been kept, — the " Boys in Blue " and the " Boys in Gray " have met and each borne testimony to the valor and honor of the other. If the teacher of a school cannot arrange for an exercise in the school, at least see to it that the boys and girls have a part in any commemoration arranged by a G. A. R. post or committee. And whether in school, in pubHc hall or assembly, at a cemetery — wherever Memorial Day is kept, — let it be understood and impressed that it is always the mission of Right and Duty to declare and carry on war, whenever the Union is in peril, or the cause of Freedom demands the sacrifice. SONG FOR MEMORIAL DAY. Slow March P Friedrich Silcher. 1. We vis 2. Though stran 3 Now an P T it gers thems the graves with com of praise T of our rades lie and thanks sol min giv diers gled ing to day, While in sleep, The we sing. While ■=X ^ ri~ r =3= r i ^^fe^ =8= ^=P. na soil 1/ b J ture is robed where they rest with the beau ty of May ; We'll car ry of flow - ers the we will sa cred - ly keep ; For in the great con - flict they gar - lands and wreaths in pro f u - sion we bring ; And thou - sands will bless, from each I fc W- ^-A :j fi — :^— 1 1^ ^ 1^ "i r r fpfe ^ ^ ^ -i=p^- bright - est with care. Of stood side by side. To sta - tion in life. The ten - der af geth er they gal lant and fee - tion the fought and to - no ble who i -i^ '-t Of Et em blems so fair, Of ten geth er they died. To - geth fell in the strife. The gal der af - fee tion the em blems so fair, er they fought and to geth er they died, lant and no - ble who fell in the strife. i its Lfc=3=t riz I THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. • 209 QUOTATIONS. Mid the flower-wreathed tombs I stand Bearing lilies in my hand. — Thomas Wentworth Higginson. The light that shines from a patriot's grave is a pure and holy light. — Homer Everett. Proudly do I give A song to you who kept the banner old, The dearest flag o'er any country blowing. — Maurice F. Thompson. Let us scatter over their graves the brightest beauties of life — the glad tokens of a blessed immortality. — George S. Mitchell. Wherever Honor's sword is drawn, And Justice rears her head. Where heroes fall and martyrs bleed, There rest our Country's dead. — Cornelia M. Jordan. There is a shrine in the temple of ages where lies, forever embalmed, the memories of such as have deserved well of their country and their race. — John Mason Brown. Foes we were in the years long past. Now friends in Union true; And the tie that binds our loyal love Is the Red, the White and Blue. — Anon. So long as the glorious flag for which they died waves over our reunited country, will each recurring spring see fresh laurels on the graves of our country's dead. — Anon. * * * fallen in manhood's fairest noon, — We will remember, mid our sighs. He never yields his life too soon. For country and for right who dies. — Atlantic Monthly. Our Country's Gallant Dead— Our country's soil gives them all sepulture. They sleep beneath the Stripes and Stars.— Joseph H. Twitchell. 14 2IO MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. The Northern Lights are blending With the rays of the Southern Cross, And the gulf is bridged between them By a common sense of loss. — Susan J. Adams. They have not died in vain. The great hope that inspired and armed them has been realized how gloriously! They saved their country — they and such as they. — George Putnam (adapted). They throng the silence of the heart, We see them as of yore; The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet, Who talk with us no more. — Anon. Invoke all to heed well the lesson of Decoration Day, to weave each year a fresh garland for the grave of some hero and to rebuke any and all who talk of civil war, save as the " last dread tribunal of kings and peoples." — Gen. William T. Sherman (adapted). Their names resplendent on the roll of fame, Their monument each flag that floats on high: Why should we weep? No, no, they are not dead; A grateful country will not let them die. — Thomas P. Power. In the field of Gettysburg, as we now behold it, the blue and the gray blending in happy harmony, like the mingling hues of the summer landscape, we may see the radiant symbol of the triumphant America of our pride, our hope and our joy. — George William Curtis. Sleep, comrades, sleep in calm repose, Upon Columbia's breast; For thee with love her bosom glows Rest ye, brave heroes, rest! — /. Henry Dwyer. Every act of noble sacrifice to the country, every instance of patriotic devotion to her cause has its beneficial influence. A nation's character is the sum of its splendid deeds; they constitute our common patrimony, the nation's inheritance. — Henry Clay. THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 21I * * * in the great review- When crowns and uniforms shall never fade, Heroes, receive your honors due On grand parade. — John A. Murphy. All the great and good shall live in the heart of ages, while marble and bronze shall endure, and when marble and bronze have perished, they shall " still Jive " in memory so long as men shall reverence law and honor patriotism and love liberty. — Edward Everett. Glorious and meet To honor thus the dead. Who chose the better part And for their country bled. — Richard Watson Gilder. "Dead on the field of honor!" This is the record of thousands of unnamed men, whose influence upon other generations is associated with no personal distinc- tion, but whose sacrifice will lend undying lustre to the nation's archives, and richer capacity to the national life. — E. A. Chapin. Soft stream the sunshine overhead. Green grow the grasses on your graves; Heaven will remember you, though dead, Ungarlanded, immortal braves. — Harper's Magazine. Those who fought against us, are now of us and with us reverently acknowledge that above all the desires of men move the majestic laws of God, evolving alike from victory or defeat of nations, a substantial good for all His children. — Gen. George A. Sheridan. Sleep soldiers! still in honored rest Your truth and valor wearing; The bravest are the tenderest, — The loving are the daring. — Bayard Taylor. We join you in setting apart this land as an undying monument of peace, brother- hood, and perpetual Union. We unite in the solemn consecratiop of these hallowed hills as a holy, eternal pledge of fidelity to the life, freedom and unity of this cherished Republic. — Gen. John B. Gordon, Address on behalf of Confederate veterans, Gettys- burg, Pa., July 3, 1888. 212 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. A debt we ne'er can pay To them is justly due, And, to the Nation's latest day, Our children's children still shall say, " They died for me and you." — Anon. By the homely traditions of the fireside, by the headstones in the churchyard consecrated to those whose forms repose far ofif in rude graves, or sleep beneath the sea, embalmed in the memory of succeeding generations of parents and children, the heroic dead will live on in immortal youth. — Governor Andrew, of Massachusetts. So close the Blue and Gray have fought, So near they lowly lie, God grant, that now their life-wor\ wrought, Their arms be linked on high Peace blesses all our happy land, One flag from lake to sea. Great God! each loyal heart and hand. And voice is praising Thee. — D. H. Kent. To-day it is the highest duty of all, no matter on what side they were, but above all of those who have struggled for the preservation of the Union, to strive that it become one of generous confidence in which all the States shall, as of old, stand shoulder to shoulder, if need be, against the world in arms. — Ex-Attorney-General Charles Devens. SELECTIONS. Your marches, sieges, and battles, in distance, duration, resolu- tion, and brilliancy of results, dim the luster of the world's past military achievements, and will be the patriot's precedent in de- fense of liberty and right in all time to come. In obedience to your country's call, you left your homes and families, and volunteered in her defense. Victory has crowned your valor, and secured the pur- pose of your patriotic hearts ; and with the gratitude of your country- men, and the highest honors a great and free nation can accord, you THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 213 will soon be permitted to return to your homes and families, conscious of having discharged the highest duties of American citizens. — Ulysses S. Grant (from his farewell to the Union Army). The soldiers of the Republic were not seekers after vulgar glory. They were not animated by the hope of plunder or the love of con- quest. They fought to preserve the blessings of liberty and that their children might have peace. They were the defenders of humanity, the destroyers of prejudice, the breakers of chains, and in the name of the future they slew the monster of their time. All honor to the Brave! They kept our country on the map of the world, and our flag in heaven. The soldiers of the Republic finished what the soldiers of the Revolu- tion commenced. They relighted the torch that fell from their august hands and filled the world again with light. — Robert G. IngersoU. Grander than the Greek, nobler than the Roman, the soldiers of the Republic, vwth patriotism as taintless as the air, battled for the rights of others; for the nobility of labor; fought that mothers might own their babes; that arrogant idleness should not scar the back of patient toil; and that our country should not be a many-headed mon- ster made of warring states, but a nation, sovereign, grand, and free. Blood was water, money, leaves, and life was common air until one flag floated over a Republic, without a master and without a slave. The soldiers of the Union saved the South as well as the North. They made us a nation. Their victory made us free and rendered tyranny in every other land as insecure as snow upon volcano lips. They rolled the stone from the sepulchre of progress, and found therein two angels clad in shining garments — Nationality and Liberty. — Robert G. Inger- soU. I share with you all the pleasure and gratitude which Americans should feel on this anniversary (July 4). But I must dissent from one remark to the effect that I saved the country during the war. If our country could be saved or ruined by the efforts of one man, we should not have a country. If I had never held command, if I had fallen, if all our generals had fallen, there were ten thousand behind who would have done our work just as well, and who would have followed the 214 MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. contest to the end and never surrendered the Union. We should have been unworthy of our country and of the American name if we had not made every sacrifice to save the Union. — Ulysses S. Grant. Sometimes in passing along the street, I meet a man who, in the left lapel of his coat, wears a little, plain, modest, unassuming bronze button. The coat is often old and rusty; the face above, seamed and furrowed by the toil and suffering of adverse years; perhaps beside it hangs an empty sleeve, and below it stumps a wooden peg. But when I meet the man who wears that button, I dofif my hat and stand un- covered in his presence — yea! to me the very dust his weary feet has pressed is holy ground; for I know that man, in the dark hour of the nation's peril, bared his breast to the hell of battle to keep the flag of our country in the Union sky. May be at Donelson, he reached the inner trench; at Shiloh, held the broken line; at Chattanooga, climbed the flame-swept hill; or stormed the clouds on Lookout Heights. He was not born or bred to soldier life. His country's summons called him from the plow, the bench, the forge, the loom, the mine, the store, the offlce, the college, the sanctuary. He did not fight for greed of gold, to find adventure, or to win renown. He loved the peace of quiet ways; and yet he broke the clasp of clinging arms, turned from the witching glance of tender eyes, left good-bye kisses on tiny lips, to look death in the face on desperate fields. And when the war was over, he quietly took up the broken threads of love and life as best he could, a better citizen for having been so good a soldier. — John H. Thurston. The Minute Man of the Revolution! And who was he? He was the husband and father, who left the plough in the furrow, the hammer on the bench, and kissing his wife and children, marched to die or to be free. The Minute Man of the Revolution! He was the old, the middle-aged, the young. He was Captain Miles of Acton, who reproved his men for jesting on the march! He was Deacon Josiah Haines, of Sudbury, eighty years old, who marched with his company to South Bridge, at Concord, then joined in that hot pursuit to Lexington, and fell as gloriously as Warren at Bunker Hill. This was the Minute Man of the Revolution! The rural citizen, trained in the common school, THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 215 the town-meeting, who carried a bayonet that thought^ and whose gun, loaded with a principle, brought down, not a man, but a system. Intrenched in his own honesty, the king's gold could not buy him; enthroned in the love of his fellow-citizens, the king's writ could not take him; and when, on the morning at Lexington, the king's troops marched to seize him, his sublime faith saw, beyond the clouds of the moment, the rising sun of the America we behold, and careless of himself, mindful only of his country, he exultingly exclaimed: "Oh! What a glorious morning ! " — George William Curtis. All honor to the Army of the United States. Truly is its muster roll shorter than the Hst of its achievements. Yet amid all strictures, cavil, and carping it has a place well earned and warm in the heart of this people, for its generals have never sought to be dictators, nor its regiments pretorian guards, and with them the safety of the country and the liberties of the people are secure. And long, long may it be so! — William E. Furness. Every mountain and hill shall have its treasured name, every river shall keep some solemn title, every valley and every lake shall cherish its honored register; and till the mountains are worn out and the rivers forget to flow, till the clouds are weary of replenishing springs, and the springs forget to gush, and the rills to sing, shall their names be kept fresh with reverent honors which are inscribed upon the book of National Remembrance. — H. W. Beecher. Thank God for deeds of valor done! Thank God for victories hardly won! That such as you need never know The anguish of those days of woe; For time and peace old wounds have healed, And flowers now strew the battle-field. But ah! the graves that no man names or knows, Uncounted graves, which never can be found; Graves of the precious " missing " where no sound Of tender weeping will be heard, where goes No loving step of kindred. But nature knows her wilderness. 2i6 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. There are no " missing " in her numbered ways, In her great heart is no forgetfulness, Each grave she keeps, she will adorn, caress; We cannot lay such wreaths as Summer lays. And all her days are Decoration Days. — Helen Hunt. The mulHed drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on Life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead. Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead! Dear as the blood ye gave. No impious footsteps here shall tread The herbage of your grave. Nor shall your story be forgot While Fame her record keeps. Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps. ******* — Theodore O'Hara. THE HEROES' GREETING. ^ Allegro moderato. Charles E. Boyd. 5 ^- !• In tri - umph ad vane ing, our 2. Let flow'rs strew their path - way, let 3. Where can - non were thun - d'ring, and -f— i— ^J-T he - roes ap pear, pae ans break forth; sa - bres drank blood. ^ ^ 1. In tri - umph ad vane 2. Let flow'rs strew their path ing, way. our let 3. Where can non were thun - d'ring, and he pas ^=^ roes ap pear, ans break forth ; bres drank blood, ^ -1=2- ME rf: i ^ f^ ■^ Who left We greet With death w us m them re all a hope, joic ing. round them. I in glo with mu un - daunt 17 sic are here, and mirth : ed they stood. W^ X ^ t ^ir-*- Who left We greet With death -•- -•- si- us in hope, now in glo them re - joie ing, with mu all a - round them, un - daunt "7 sic ed are here, and mirth ; they stood. 9^ ^ r f- We haU Brave sol Or rushed them diers on re joic of free the foe mg, o dom, de men, re va fend sist tions ers less pre of ^ pare, right; might, ^ We hail Brave sol Or rushed them re joic diers of free on the foe mg, o dom, de men, re pare, right; might, From " CecUian Series," published by Silver, Burdktt & Co. THE HEROES' GREETING. i ^E±E^ W- -2d-; -f- -|2- I I And crown them with lau Be grim'd from the bat When bat tling for coun rel, tie, try, while shouts but glo for free rend rious ^dom. the in and i air. might. right. ^=1= P=3F while but for f? 1= And crown them with lau rel, Be - grim'd 'from the bat - tie. When bat tling for coun try. shouts glo - free rend rious dom, the in and air. might right. j= ^ -zS- i Chorus, i, 2, 3. ±EEdE ^E^ i ^ ffi ^5^=^ ^ t=^ ^T=^ tjW i In tri umph ad - vane ing, our he roes ap pear. Then ^=W^ ^ =^ our he - roes ap - pear, Then ?1 ._,_ u' [jTr Ti .1 '? "^ a ^^ -U^ S I P E^^ ^=t T- greet them tri - um i phant with cheer up on cheer. I r t 3~??i ^ ^ -w greet them tri phant with cheer up ■s- on cheer. g THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 219 SELECTIONS. BUGLES OF GETTYSBURG. Sound, bugles! sound again! Rouse them to life again, Awake them all! Here, where the Blue and Gray Struggled in fierce array. Wake them in peace to-day; God bless them all! Sound bugles! sound again! Sound o'er these hills again, Where gather all; Those who are left to-day, Left of the battle's fray. Left of the Blue and Gray; God bless them all! Sound bugles! sound again! Bid all unite again, Like brothers all; Here, clasping hands, to-day. With love for Blue and Gray, Dead is all hate to-day; God bless them all! — Wellesley Bradshaw. No nobler emotion can fill the breast of any man than that which prompts him to utter honest praise of an adversary whose convictions and opinions are at war with his own; and where is there a Confederate soldier in our land who has not felt a thrill of generous admiration and applause for the pre-eminent heroism of the gallant Federal admiral who lashed himself to the mainmast, while the tattered sails and frayed cordage of his vessel were being shot away by piecemeal above his head, and slowly but surely picked his way through sunken reefs of torpedoes, whose destructive powers consigned many of his luckless comrades to watery graves? The fame of such men as Farragut, Stan- ley, Hood, and Lee, and the hundreds of private soldiers, who were 220 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. the true heroes of the war, belongs to no clime or section, but is the common property of mankind. They were all cast in the same grand mould of self-sacrificing patriotism, and I intend to teach my children to revere their names as long as the love of country is respected as a noble sentiment in the human breast. — Lawrence Sullivan Ross. THE BLUE AND THE GRAY. By the flow of the inland river. Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray. These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat; All with the battle-blood gory. In the dusk of eternity meet; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the laurel, the Blue; Under the willow, the Gray. From the silence of sorrowful hours, The desolate mourners go. Lovingly laden with flowers. Alike for the friends and the foe. Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day; Under the roses, the Blue; Under the lilies, the Gray. So, with an equal splendor, The morning sun-rays fall. With a touch impartially tender. On the blossoms blooming for all. Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day; Broidered with gold, the Blue; Mellowed with gold, the Gray. THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 221 So, when the summer calleth. On forest and field of grain, With an equal murmur falleth The cooling drip of the rain; Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day; Wet with the rain, the Blue; Wet with the rain, the Gray. Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done; In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray. No more shall the war-cry sever. Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray. — Francis M. Finch. As to the kind of preparation which sound policy dictates, the navy, most certainly, in any point of view, occupies the first place. It is the safest, most efifectual, and cheapest mode of defense. If the force be the safest and most efficient, which is at the same time the cheapest, on that should be our principal reliance. We have heard much of the danger of standing armies to our liberties. The objection cannot be made to the navy. Generals, it must be acknowledged, have often advanced at the head of armies to imperial rank; but in what instance has an admiral usurped the liberties of his country? Put our strength in the navy for foreign defense and we shall certainly escape the whole catalogue of possible evils painted by gentlemen on the other side. 222 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. If anything can preserve the country in its most imminent dangers from abroad, it is this species of armament. If we desire to be free from future wars (as I hope we may be), this is the only way to efifect it. We shall have peace then, and, what is of still higher moment, peace with perfect security. — John C. Calhoun. CONCORD HYMN. By the rude bridge that arched the flood. Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their dead redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free. Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. — Ralph Waldo Emerson. No praise can be too great for the American volunteers, who passed through days of battle, enduring fatigue without a murmur, always in the right place at the right time, and emerging from the fiery ordeal a compact body of veterans, equal to any task that brave and disci- plined men can be called upon to undertake. — Gen. George McClellan. General Grant said: " We did our work as well as we could, and so did thousands of others. What saved the Union was the coming forward of the young men of the nation. They came from their homes and fields, as they did in the time of the Revolution. The humblest soldier who carried a musket is entitled to as much credit as those who were in command. So long as our young men are animated by this spirit, there vrill be no fear for the Union." THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. THE SOLDIER BOY. The man who wears the shoulder straps And has his sword in hand. Who proudly strides along in front, Looks good, and brave, and grand; But, back there in the ranks somewhere, — Just which I cannot see, — With his gun upon his shoulder, is The soldier boy for me! The man who wears the shoulder straps Is handsome, brave, and true. But there are other handsome boys. And other brave ones, too! When there are heights that must be won While bullets fill the air, 'Tis not the officer alone Who braves the dangers there. The man who wears the shoulder straps Is cheered along the way. And public honor dulls his dread Of falling in the fray; But there behind him in the ranks, And moving like a part Of some machine, is many a man With just as brave a heart. The man who wears the shoulder straps Deserves the people's praise; I honor and applaud him for The noble part he plays; But, back there in the ranks somewhere. Stout-hearted, is he, — Prepared to do, and nerved to dare, — The soldier boy for me! — S. E. Kiser. 223 224 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS. A cheer and salute for the admiral, and here's to the captain bold, And never forget the commodore's debt when the deeds of might are toldl They stand to the deck thro' the battle's wreck, when the great shells roar and screech, — And never they fear when the foe is near to practise what they preach;. But off with your hat, and three times three for Columbia's true-blue sons, — The men below, who batter the foe, — the men behind the guns! The steel decks rock with the lightning shock, and shake with the great recoil, And the sea grows red with the blood of the dead and reaches for its spoil, — But not till the foe has gone below, or turns his prow and runs, Shall the voice of peace bring sweet release to the men behind the guns! — John James Rooney. At Grant's tomb, when speaking of the perils, the services, and the heroism of the men who made up the Union armies. President Mc- Kinley put the matter none too strongly when he said: " What is true patriotism? It is an absolute consecration to country. It is an abandonment of business; it is turning away from cherished plans, which have been fondly formed for a life's career; it is the surrendering of bright prospects and the giving up of ambition in a chosen work; it is the sundering of ties of blood and family and almost snapping of the heartstrings which bind us to those we love; it is the surrendering of ourselves absolutely to the demands of country; it may mean dis- ease; it may mean imprisonment, insanity or death; it may mean hunger, thirst, and starvation. In our Civil War it meant all these." The captains and the armies who brought to a close the Civil War have left us more than a reunited realm. The material efifect of what they did is shown in the fact that the same flag flies from the Great Lakes to the Rio Grande, and all the people of the United States are richer because they are one people and not many, because they belong to one great nation, and not to a contemptible knot of struggling nationalities. But beside this, beside the material results of the Civil War, we are all. North and South, incalculably richer for its memories. THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 225 We are the richer for each grim campaign, for each hard-fought battle. We are the richer for valor displayed by those who fought so valiantly for the right, and by those who, no less valiantly, fought for what they deemed the right. We have in us nobler capacities for what is great and good, because of the infinite woe and suffering, and because of the splendid ultimate triumph. — Theodore Roosevelt, in " American Ideals." THE NEW MEMORIAL DAY. Oh, the roses we plucked for the blue And the lilies we twined for the gray, We have bound in a wreath. And in silence beneath Slumber our heroes to-day. Over the new-turned sod The sons o-f our fathers stand. And the fierce old fight Slips out of sight In the clasp of a brother's hand. For the old blood left a stain That the new has washed away. And the sons of those That have faced as foes Are marching together to-day. Oh, the blood that our fathers gave! Oh, the tide of our mothers' tears! And the flow of red, And the tears they shed. Embittered a sea of years. But the roses we plucked for the blue, And the lilies we twined for the gray, We have bound in a wreath. And in glory beneath Slumber our heroes to-day. — Albert Bigelow Paine. 15 226 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. OUR STANDING ARMY. We have no standing army? Nay, look around, and see! The man who ploughs the furrow The man who fells the tree, The statesman and the scholar, At the first word of fear Turn to their country, breathing, "My mother, I am here I " Not of a dumb, blind people Is this, our army, made; Where schoolhouse and where steeple Have cast their friendly shade Our army grows in knowledge. As it to manhood grows. And, trained in school and college. Stands ready for its foes. The brawny arms of gunners Serve minds alert and keen; The sailor's thought has travelled To lands he has not seen. Not for the joy of killing. Not for the lust of strife. Have these come forth with gladness To ofier up their life. Behold our standing army — Not, as in other lands. An army standing idle, With empty minds and hands. But each one in his station; And peaceful victory Is training for the nation Heroes of land and sea. — Margaret Vandegrift. Mark Trafton, D.D. Lento. \ ^-^ IN MEMORIAM. John W. Tufts. ^^m i^^P^^^ i^^Jt <-«- 1. Our martyred dead! On each low bed . .Green be the chap-let,freshthe ros es; 2. Hail, he- ro shades! Your bat- tie blades A wall of steel our homes sur-round ed; ^ ^s ^= fczte i^^^ E^ Pf? tl=EZ3t±«. :S=i 3- No mar-ble cold Mayguard your mold, . But living hearts a-round are swell ing; 4. Your sa-cred dust Be the choice trust . . Of Freedom's grateful sons and daugh - ters; a^g^^^ =gy# :M^ t^ ?^ \ ^-A :1^ ^^^i^^^^^^ r Our martyred dead ! Oneachlow bed . . . Green be thechap-Iet, fresh the ros es; Hail, he - ro shades ! Your bat-tie blades A wall of steel our homes sur - round ed ; i te5= 13 f^rzK ^^^^^^ ^ 3 itti No mar-ble cold Maymarkyour mold, But liv - ing hearts a-round are swell ing; Your sa-cred dust Be the choice trust Of Free-dom's grate -ful sons and daugh - ters; ii^SE^ -v—\>'- ^ izz* tzt r f= w v— k ^^^^^^^^ I SE i«=i: pos bound • Oh, light-ly rest On each calm breast The turf where each in peace re Your deeds have won From sire to son . . . Love,joy and grat - i - tude un es. ed. ^^^^^^^ f -a ^ Each dar-ing deed Shallgainthe meed Of praise from all hearts rich -ly While fu-ture days YourfameshallraiseFromAt-lan - tic's to Pa-cif-ic's well wa 9 ^d^rf-r-r id: ing. ters. ^1 f=^^r=^t bV< t^ ^- By special permission Silver, Burdett & Co. THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 229 If those who win battles and save civilization are dear to the hearts of men, how cherished will be the memory of the tenacious soldier whom nothing could shake off from success. Breaking up on the Rapidan in early May, Grant forced his fiery way through the Wilderness and was called a butcher. By one of the most masterly and daring of military movements, he forced the enemy within their capital and was called incapable. " He'll do no more," shouted the exultant friends of the rebellion. They did not know the man. Undismayed by delay, holding Richmond in both hands, he ordered Thomas to annihilate Hood, and he did it; he ordered Terry to take Fort Fisher, and he took it; he ordered Sheridan to sweep the Shenandoah, and he swept it clean. The terror of Sherman's presence, one hundred miles away, emptied Charleston of troops. Across Georgia, across South Carolina into North Carolina, he moved, scourg- ing the land with fire. Then the genius of the great commander, by the tireless valor of his soldiers, lighted all along the line, burs't over the enemy's works, crushed his ranks, forced his retreat, and over- whelmed Lee and his army. — George William Curtis. By the sacrifice of the Union soldiers, some questions were settled, never to be reopened, over which politicians, and statesmen, and philos- ophers had wrangled a hundred years. No man will ever after this claim that in politics a part is greater than the whole, or a state greater than a nation, nor will any have the rashness to maintain that " E Pluribus Unum " means many out of one. The graves of 300,000 patriots are our vdtness to-day, that hence- forth, from the pine forests of our cold northern border to the orange groves of the gulf, from the great Atlantic metropolis of the Empire State to the golden gates of the Pacific, the stars and stripes will brook no rival. On every headstone of the graves decorated to-day may be read, albeit in invisible characters, yet unfading as though written by the hand of fate, '' Liberty, Union, Equality;" " One Flag and One Country." Such was their contribution to their country, to humanity, to posterity. Do we not justly enroll their names among earth's bene- factors, and garland their graves as those of heroes and martyrs? — Oscar D. Robinson. 230 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. At the battle of Mission Ridge, General Thomas was watching a body of troops painfully pushing their way up a steep hill against a withering fire. Victory seemed impossible, and the General, even he, that rock of valor and patriotism^ exclaimed, " They can't do it ! They will never reach the top." His chief of stafif, watching the struggle with equal earnestness, said softly, "Time, time. General; give them time;" and presently the moist eyes of the brave leader saw his soldiers victo- rious upon the summit. They were American soldiers — so are we. They were fighting an American battle — so are we. They were climb- ing a height — so are we. Give us time, and we, too, shall triumph. — George William Curtis. " Did you hear that fearful scream? " asked a Union soldier of his comrade in the early days of the Civil War, as they pressed on in the deadly assault up the bloody slope. " Yes; what is it? " " It is the Rebel yell. Does it frighten you? " " Frighten me! " said the young soldier, as he pressed more eagerly forward, " Frighten me! " it is the music to which I march! " And they planted the starry flag of victory upon the enemy's rampart. When the enemy's yell is the music to which the soldier marches, he marches to victory. Patience then, and forward. — George William Curtis. IN THE TIME OF STRIFE. We may not know How red the lilies of the spring shall grow; What silver flood, Sea streaming, take the crimson tints of blood. We may not know If victory shall make the bugles blow; If still shall wave The flag above our freedom or our grave. We only know One heart, one hand, one country, meet the foe; On land and sea Her liegemen in the battle of the free. — Frank L. Stanton. THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 231 The shot which the embattled farmers fired at Lexington echoed " round the world/' and produced most of those revolutions in all lands by which power has fallen from the throne and been gained by the peo- ple. It was the echo of that shot which in 1861 aroused the national spirit to the protection of the national life, and while Lexington founded the Republic, the memory of Lexington preserved it. — Chauncey Mitchell Depew. HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE 1 How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold. Returns to deck their hallowed mould. She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray. To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair. To dwell a weeping hermit there. — William Collins. The great Civil War was remarkable for the inventive mechanical genius and the resolute daring shown by the combatants. This was especially true of the navy. The torpedo boat managed by W. B. Gushing against the Confederate ram, Albemarle, was an open launch, with a spar rigged out in front, the torpedo being placed at the end. The crew consisted of fifteen men. Cushing not only guided his craft, but himself handled the torpedo by means of two small ropes, one of which put it in place, while the other exploded it. Cushing possessed reckless courage, presence of mind, and high ability. On the night of October 2y, 1864, he left the Federal fleet, steamed a dozen miles up river, where the great ram lay under the guns of the fort, with a regi- ment of guns to defend her. He was almost upon her before he was discovered. The rifle balls were singing about him, and he heard the noise of the great guns as they got ready. Still erect in his little craft. 232 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. he brought the torpedo full against the side of the huge ram and ex- ploded it just as the pivot gun of the ram was fired at him not ten yards off. At once the ram settled, the launch sinking at the same time, while Gushing and his men swam for their lives. — Adapted from Theo- dore Roosevelt. Tears for the slave, when Nature's gift Of all that man can be Wastes, like the scattered spars that drift Upon the unknown sea. Tears when the craven sinks at last. No deed of valor done; But no tears for the soul that passed When Honor's fight was won. He takes the hand of heavenly fate Who lives and dies for truth. For him the holy angels wait, In realms of endless youth. The grass upon his grave is green With everlasting bloom; And love and glory make the sheen Of glory round his tomb. — William Winter. The American Republic was established by the united valor and wisdom of the lovers of liberty from all lands. The Frenchman, with his gay disregard of danger, the German with his steady courage, the Pole with his high enthusiasm, and the Irishman with all these quali- ties combined, were here in the long and bloody struggle for inde- pendence. Lafayette, the beloved of Washington ; Hamilton, who rode by his side, and assisted to organize the government; Pulaski, Mont- gomeiy, Steuben, all were born under alien skies, and came to the ban- quet of battle and of death because of their love for human freedom. At every subsequent period of American history the foreign-born citi- zen, in council and in the field, has been faithful to the common cause of liberty. — Daniel W. Voorhees. THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 233 EIGHT VOLUNTEERS. Eight volunteers! on an errand of death! Eight men! Who speaks? Eight men to go where the cannon's hot breath Burns black the cheeks. Eight men to man the old Merrimac's hulk; Eight men to sink the old steamer's black bulk. Blockade the channel where Spanish ships skulk — Eight men! Who speaks? "Eight volunteers!" said the Admiral's flags! Eight men! Who speaks? Who will sail under El Morro's black crags — Sure death he seeks? Who is there willing to offer his life? Willing to march to this, music of strife — Cannon for drum and torpedo for fife? Eight men! Who speaks? Eight volunteers! on an errand of death! Eight men! Who speaks? Was there a man who in fear held his breath? With fear-paled cheeks? From ev'ry warship ascended a cheer! From ev'ry sailor's lips burst the word " Here! " Four thousand heroes their lives volunteer! Eight men! Who speaks? — Lansing C. Bailey. In the midst of other cares, however important, we must not lose sight of the fact that the war power is still our main rehance. Our chiefest care must still be directed to the army and navy, who have thus far borne their harder part so nobly and well. And it may be esteemed fortunate that, in giving the greatest efficiency to these indis- pensable arms, we do also honorably recognize the gallant men^ from commander to sentinel, who compose them, and to whom, more than to others, the world must stand indebted for the home of freedom, disenthralled, regenerated, enlarged, and perpetuated. — Abraham Lin- coln. 234 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. TRUE FAME. The heart so leal and the hand of steel Are palsied aye for strife, But the noble deed, and the patriot's meed Are left of the soldier's life. The bugle call and the battle ball Again shall rouse him never; He fought and fell, he served us well; His furlough lasts forever. — Samuel P. Merrill. " We bring, O brothers of the North, the message of fellowship and love. This message comes from consecrated ground. All around my native home are the hills dovi/n which the gray flag fluttered to defeat, and through which the American soldiers from both sides charged Hke demi-gods. I could not bring a false message from those old hills, witnesses to-day, in their peace and tranquility, of the imper- ishable union of the American States, and the indestructible brother- hood of the American people." — Henry W. Grady, in New York. At Gettysburg, the world witnessed a battle-field disfigured by no littleness and spoiled by no treachery. So long as the world lasts men will dififer about the best strategy in war, and concerning the wisdom of commanders and the quahty of their generalship. But no criticism, however clever, can at all belittle the supreme glory of this day and field. Here the world saw a great army confronted with a great crisis, and dealing with it in a great way. Here all lesser jealousies and rival- ries disappeared in the one supreme rivalry how each one should best serve his country, and, if need be, die for her. — Henry C. Potter. To be cold and breathless, to feel not and speak not; this is not the end of existence to the men who have breathed their spirits into the institutions of their country, who have stamped their characters on the pillai-s of the age, who have poured their heart's blood into the channels of the public prosperity. Tell me, ye who tread the sods of yon sacred height, is Warren dead? Can you not still see him, not pale and prostrate, the blood of his gallant heart pouring out of his THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 235 ghastly wound, but moving resplendent over the field of honor, with the rose of heaven upon his cheek, and the fire of liberty in his eye? Tell me, ye who make your pious pilgrimage to the shades of Vernon, is Washington indeed shut up in that cold and narrow house? That which made these men, and men like these, cannot die. The hand that traced the charter of independence is, indeed, motionless; the eloquent lips that sustained it are hushed; but the lofty spirits that conceived, resolved, and maintained it, and which alone, to such men " make it life to live," these cannot expire: These shall resist the empire of decay, When time is o'er, and worlds have passed away; Cold in the dust the perished heart may lie. But that which warmed it once can never die. — Edward Everett. Whiter, for the fires that strove to blacken and blast its fame; purer, for the blood that watered its base; stronger, for the tramp of armed men around its assaulted portals, — we, now and here, rejoice in the rescued temple of our liberties. The credit and glory of the undesecrated walls of that temple and of its unmoved foundations are due to the work and hardships of the American soldier. It was their service which made us to-day fellow-citizens enjoying the same rights, the same chances, the same incalculable career, whether we hail from the East or from the West, from the North or from the South. Honor then to the American soldier now and ever! Honor him in sermon and spveech! Honor him in sonnet, stanza, and epic! Honor him in the unwasting forms by which art seeks to prolong his well-earned fame! Honor the volunteer soldier, who, when his work of devastation and death was ended, put aside his armor, melting into the sea of citizen- ship, making no ripple of disturbance upon its surface! Honor the citizen soldier of America, who never knew the feeling of vindictiveness or revenge ! — John L. Swift. To-day the nation looks back and thanks God that, in a great crisis, the children whom it had nurtured in peace and prosperity sud- denly showed the stuff of heroes; they were not afraid to dare and to 236 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. die when the bugle rang clear across the quiet fields. Whenever and however duty called, they answered with their lives. Let the nation thank God that it still breeds the men who make life great by service and sacrifice; that time and work and pleasure and wealth have not sapped the sources of its inward strength; that it still knows how to dare all and do all in that hour when manhood alone counts and achieves. — The Outlook. On a beautiful May Day more than thirty years ago, there gath- ered beneath the overhanging boughs of a fruit-bearing tree, beside an open grave, the friends and kinsmen of one who, though a mere boy, had smelled the smoke of battle, felt the sting of rebel lead and won for himself the golden crown of martyrdom in the military service of his country. There were also gathered there a few of his old compan- ions in arms — bronzed veterans — survivors of the dreadful carnage at Malvern Hill and the awful slaughter of Gettysburg, who had come to drop a tear at a comrade's grave and breathe a prayer for the safety of his soul. Just as the solemn rites of burial were over and the last shovelful of earth had been heaped upon his last resting-place, God's breath shook the overhanging boughs and sweet and beautiful apple blossoms came gently down and decorated that young hero's grave; and ever since, when the pleasant days and fragrant flowers of spring come, the loyal people of this country gladly follow the example Heaven so graciously set and see to it that no veteran's grave is neglected. — From a Memorial Day address of Col. Anson S. Wood, Commander Department of New York, Grand Army of the Republic. Look to your history, — that part of it which the world knows by heart, and you will find on its brightest page the glorious achieve- ments of the American sailor. Whatever his country has done to dis- grace him and break his spirit, he has never disgraced her. Man for man, he asks no odds and he cares for no odds when the cause of humanity or the glory of his country calls him to the fight. Who, in the darkest days of our Revolution, carried your flag into the very chops of the British Channel, bearded the lion in his den, and awoke the echo of old Albion's hills by the thunder of his cannon, and THE FLAG HALLOWS MEMORIAL DAY. 237 the shouts of his triumph? It was the American sailor; and the names of John Paul Jones and the Bon Homme Richard will go down the annals of time forever. Who struck the first blow that humbled the Barbary flag-, — which, for a hundred years, had been the terror of Christendom, — drove it from the Mediterranean, and put an end to the infamous tribute it had been accustomed to exact? It was the American sailor; and the names of Decatur and his gallant companions will be as lasting as monumental brass. In your War of 1812, when your arms on shore were covered by disaster, when Winchester had been defeated, when the army of the Northwest had surrendered, and when the gloom of despondency hung like a cloud over the land, who first relit the fires of national glory, and made the welkin ring with the shouts of victory? It was the Ameri- can sailor; and the names of Hull and the " Constitution " will be re- membered as long as we have a country to love. That one event was worth more to the Republic than all the money which has ever been expended for a navy. Since that day the navy has had no stain upon its national escutcheon, but has been cherished as your pride and glory; and the American sailor has established a reputa- tion throughout the world, in peace and in war, in storm and in battle, for a heroism and prowess unsurpassed. — Commodore Stockton, from speech against whipping in the navy. 238 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. MANILA BAY. The first great fight of the war is fought! And who is the victor, — say, — Is there aught of the lesson now left untaught By the fight of Manila Bay? Two by two were the Spanish ships Formed in their battle line; Their flags at the taflrail peak and fore. And batteries ready upon the shore, Silently biding their time. Into their presence sailed our fleet, — The harbor was fully mined, — With shotted guns and open ports Up to their ships, — ay, — up to their forts; For Dewey is danger blind. Signalled the flagship, " Open fire," And the guns belched forth their death. " At closer range," was the order shown; Then each ship sprang to claim her own, And to lick her fiery breath. Served were our squadron's heavy guns With gunners stripped to the waist. And the blinding, swirling, sulph'rous smoke Enveloped the ships, as each gun spoke, In its furious, fearful haste. Sunk and destroyed were the Spanish ships, Hulled by our heavy shot. For the Yankee spirit is just the same, And the Yankee grit, and the Yankee aim, And their courage, which faileth not. — H. E. W.,Ir. W. K. W. REMEMBERED. KOSCHAT. t * ^ W5: ± ^-=^ I. Re m ie - mem - bered, re. mem - bered, re - mem - bered are they, 2. Re - mem -bered, re mem - bei-ed, re mem - bered for aye Who for Is the =r 3. For -got - ten, for got - ten, ^^ 1^ ^ g^ -^^^T =^ for got ten the strife, In the E^ H-v- 1^ "E^ 3^^; 3_5- =i=^ tSr Ij: IJ. .^ z^^^si: $ love of the na - tion band of our he - roes their lives who lin gave a ger to way; day; For their deeds shine for - For though halt -ing their ^^^-^^ t: -o- E?-^ love of our coun - try, # -• na tion's dear life ! For the Northland and ^ 3i -iS'- "9=^ ^ :3=3=I=J -i=^ N'"- N # I ev er m mem foot - steps, and fail - - o - ry's light, ing their sight. And their chil - dren sing ev Yet their chil-dren sing ev er, " They er, " You 1=^- 5 -• — b»- --?--?- South-land are one in their might, And their chil - dren sing ev - er, "We'll m^ ^=?^ ^ m -^— ^ »; ^-»- m m -s— n- m fought a good fight ! " fought a good fight!" And their chil-dren Yet their chil-dren sing ev - er, " They fought a good fight ! " sing ev - er, " You fought a good fight ! " i -^— ^■ -^-^ ^^=rr^^ -WT^~' ' ^=^ ^- fight the good fight ! " And their chil-dren sing ev - er, " We'll fight the good fight ! " ^==t =#t =S— S-i^-f- $ -^M FIRST PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON. (February 22, 1732). Selections Song, Ode for Washington's Birthday. Selections Song, God Speed the Right. 16 C241J THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. ^HE twenty-second of February — the day on which George Washington was born (1732) is a national holiday. When it comes on any one of the five school-days of the week, the children are freed from their books, and may stay at home or spend the time as they please. But in some schools the pupils are called together, their parents and friends invited in, and a patriotic exercise is given in which the character and career of Washington and the stormy yet glorious days of the Ameri- can Revolution are made the subject of song, composition, and the " speaking of pieces." This is better far than for children to be idle at home or roaming the streets, — and it is greatly to be wished that the custom of the few schools become the custom of all. But until that sensible plan is adopted, the next best thing seems to be to devote an hour or more of the previous day's session to the exercise. Now, it is clear to see that the pupils of any particular school will appreciate such an exercise just in proportion to their knowledge of the man and the times. If, then, the scholars are old enough and their historical study or reading has been wide enough, let the program be correspondingly strong; if not, let the teacher take pains to explain and inform, infusing as much of the historical as possible under the guise of the romantic — so making appeal to the imagination and that sense of admiration for adventure and bravery innate in the minds of children. A long pro- gram is herewith given, with the thought of choice among the selec- tions, if the time is very brief. (243) 244 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. QUOTATIONS. Oh, Washington! thou hero, patriot, sage, Friend of all climes and pride of every age! — Thomas Paine. Washington is the mightiest name of earth. — Abraham Lincoln. One of the greatest captains of the age. — Benjamin Franklin. The voice of mankind shall ascend in acclaim. And the watchword of nations be Washington's name. — James G. Brooks. Washington is to my mind the purest figure in history. — William Ewart Glad- stone. Of all great men he was the most virtuous and most fortunate. — Guizot. Columbia's darling son, The good, the great, the matchless Washington. — William Leggett. Washington — the greatest man of our own or of any age. — Edward Everett. He was invested with a glory that shed a lustre on all around him. — Archbishop John Carroll. Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times. — Robert Southey. Washington — the ideal type of civic virtue to succeeding generations. — James Bryce. The greatest man of modern times. — Sir Henry Grattan. The mighty name of Washington Is the grand synonym of all we prize Of great and good in this wide western world. — Christopher P. Cranch. No nobler figure ever stood in the fofefront of a nation's Mie.— John Richard Green. THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 245 Ib this world the seal is now put on his grtatntss.^ Alexander Hamilton. Freedom's first and favorite son — He whose patriotic valor universal homage won — He who gave the world the Union — the immortal Washington! — Francis DeHass Janvier. He had every title at command, but his first victory was over himself. — Gouver- H€ur Morris. The want of the age is an European Washington. — Lamartine. The grandest, purest, best. Of heroes, earth has known. That man who for his country's sake, Spurned from him crown and throne. — C. G. Rosenburg. First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen. — Henry Lee. I am not surprised at what George has done, for he was always a good boy. — Mary Washington, his mother. For truth and wisdom, foremost of the brave; Him glory's idle glances dazzled not; Twas his ambition, generous and great, A life to life's great end to consecrate. — Percy Bysshe Shelley. A pure and high-minded gentleman, of dauntless courage and stainless honor^ simple and stately of manner, kind and generous of heart. — Henry Cabot Lodge. Here indeed is a character to admire and revere; a life without a stain, a fame without a flaw. — William Makepeace Thackeray. His work well done, the leader stepped aside. Spurning a crown with more than kingly pride, Content to wear the higher crown of worth. While time endures, " First Citizen of Earth." — James J. Roche. George Washington — the highest human personification of justice and benevo- lence. — William H. Seward. 246 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. He was great as he was good; he was gfreat because he was good. — Edward Everett. The good, the brave, Whose mighty dust in glory sleeps, Where broad Potomac swells and sweeps. And mourns and murmurs past his grave. — Abraham Coks. The universal consent of mankind accords to Washington the highest place among the great men of the race. — George F. Hoar. Among a world of dreamers he was the only one whose vision in the slightest degree approached the great realities of the future. — Edward Everett Hale. He lives, ever lives in the hearts of the free, The wings of his fame spread across the broad sea; He lives where the banner of freedom 's unfurled. The pride of his country, the wealth of the world. — Alfred Tennyson. His example is complete; and it will teach wisdom and virtue to magistrates, citizens and men, not only in the present age but in future generations. — John Adams. Washington — a fixed star in the firmament of great names, shining without twinkling or obscuration, with clear, steady, beneficent light. — Daniel Webster. * * * though often told. The story of thy deeds can ne'er grow old. Till no young breast remains to be inspired. And virtue, valor, greatness have expired. — Hannah Gould. The fame of Washington stands apart from every other in history, shining with a truer lustre and more benignant glory. — Washington Irving. His memory will be cherished by the wise and good oif every nation, and truth will transmit his character to posterity in all its genuine lustre. — John lay. Shortest month of all, we greet thee; Bring us clotids or bring us sun. Surely all will bid thee welcome, Month that gave us Washington! — Emma C. Dowd. THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 247 When the storm of battle blows darkest and rages highest, the memory of Washington shall nerve every American arm and cheer every American breast.— Rufus Choate. The anniversary of his birthday does not come round too often for us to devote some hour of it, whenever it returns, to meditation upon him and to grati- tude for his spirit and his work. — Thomas Starr King. Virginia gave us this imperial man. Cast in the massive mold Of those high-statured ages old Which into grander forms our metal ran; She gave us this unblemished gentleman. — James Russell Lowell, The more clearly Washington's teaching and example are understood, the more faithfully they are followed, the purer, the stronger, the more glorious will this Republic become. — Carl Schurs. Sincerely honoring him, we cannot become indifferent to those great principles of human freedom, consecrated by his life, and by the solemn act of his last will and testament. — Charles Sumner. For tho' the years their golden round O'er all the lavish region roll. And realm on realm, from pole to pole. In one beneath thy Stars be bound. The far-off centuries as they flow. No whiter name than this shall know! — Francis T. Palgrave. The filial love of Washington for his mother is an attribute of American man- hood, a badge which invites our trust and confidence and an indispensable element of American greatness. — Grover Cleveland (adapted). The majesty of that life — whether told in the pages of Marshall or Sparks, of Irving or Bancroft, or through the eloquent utterances of Webster, or Everett, or Winthrop, or the matchless poetry of Lowell, or the verse of Byron — never grows old. — Melville Fuller, Chief Justice United States Supreme Court. 248 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS. GEORGE WASHINGTON. Washing-ton was the only man in the United States who pos- sessed the confidence of all. There was no other man who was con- sidered as anything more than a party leader. The whole of his character was in its mass perfect, in nothing bad, in a few points indif- ferent. And it may be truly said that never did nature and fortune combine more perfectly to make a man great, and to^ place him in the same constellation with whatever worthies have merited from man an everlasting remembrance. — Thomas Jeiferson. If we look over the catalogue of the first magistrates of nations, whether they have been denominated Presidents, or Consuls, Kings or Princes, where shall we find one whose commanding talents and vir- tues, whose overruling good fortune, have so completely united all hearts and voices in his favor? who enjoyed the esteem and admiration of foreign nations, and fellow-citizens, with equal unanimity? Quali- ties so uncommon are no common blessing to the country that pos- sesses them. By these great qualities, and their benign effects, has Providence marked out the head of this nation, with a hand so dis- tinctly visible as to have been seen by all men, and mistaken by none. — John Adams. In the war of the Revolution, when it was thought the cause was lost, men became inspired at the very mention of the name of George Washington. In 181 2, when we succeeded once more against the mother country, men were looking for a hero, and there arose before them that rugged, grim, independent old hero, Andrew Jackson. In the last, and greatest of all wars, an independent and tender-hearted man was raised up by Providence to guide the helm of state through that great crisis, and men confidingly placed the destinies of this great land in the hands of Abraham Lincoln. In the annals of our country, we find no man whose training had been so peaceful, whose heart was so gentle, whose nature was so tender, and yet who was THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 249 called upon to marshal the hosts of the masses of the people during four years of remorseless and bloody and unrelenting- fratricidal war. — Horace Porter. Nor must it be supposed that Washington owed his greatness to the peculiar crisis which called out his virtues. His more than Roman virtues, his consummate prudence, his powerful intellect, and his dauntless decision and dignity of character, would have made him illustrious in any age. The crisis would have done nothing for him, had not his character stood ready to match it. Acquire his character, and fear not the recurrence of a crisis to show forth its glory. — William Wirt. The name of Washington is intimately blended with whatever belongs most essentially to the prosperity, the Hberty, the free insti- tutions, and the renown of our country. That name was of power to rally a nation, in the hour of thick-thronging public disasters and calamities; that name shone, amid the storm of war, a beacon light to cheer and guide the country's friends; it flamed, too, like a meteor to repel her foes. That name, in the days of peace, was a loadstone, attracting to itself a whole people's confidence, a whole people's love, and the whole world's respect; that name, descending with all time, spreading over the whole earth, and uttered in all the languages belong- ing to the tribes and races of men, will forever be pronounced with affectionate gratitude by every one, in whose breast there shall arise an aspiration for human rights and human liberty. — Daniel Webster. It is the peculiar good fortune pf this country to have given birth to a citizen whose name everywhere produces a sentiment of regard for his country itself. In other countries, whenever and wherever this is spoken of to be praised, and with the highest praise, it is called the country of Washington. Half a century and more has now passed away since he came upon the stage and his fame first broke upon the world; for it broke like the blaze of day from the rising sun, almost as sudden and seemingly as universal. The eventful period since that era has teerned with great men, who have crossed the scene and passed ofif. Some of them have arrested great attention. Still 250 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Washington retains his pre-eminent place in the minds of men, still his peerless name is cherished by them in the same freshness of delight as in the morn of its glory. — Asher Robbins. Washington served us chiefly by his sublime moral qualities. To him belonged the proud distinction of being the leader in a revolution, without awakening one doubt or solicitude as to the spotless purity of his purpose. His was the glory of being the brightest manifestation of the spirit which reigned in this country, and in this way he became a source of energy, a bond of union, the center of an enlightened people's confidence. By an instinct which is unerring, we call Washington, with grateful reverence. The Father of His Country, but not its saviour. A people which wants a saviour, which does not possess an earnest and pledge of freedom in its own heart, is not yet ready to be free. — William E. Charming. Jefferson said of Washington: " His integrity was the most pure, his justice the most inflexible I have ever known, no motives of inter- est, or consanguinity, or hatred being able to bias his decision. He was, in every sense of the words, a wise, a good, and a great man." As the ocean washes every shore, and, with all-embracing arms, clasps every land, while on its heaving bosom it bears the products of various climes, so peace surrounds, protects and upholds all other blessings. Without it, commerce is vain, the ardor of industry is restrained, justice is arrested, happiness is blasted, virtue sickens and dies. And peace has its own peculiar victories, in comparison with which Marathon and Bannockburn and Bunker Hill, fields sacred in the history of human freedom, shall lose their lustre. Our own Wash- ington rises to a truly heavenly stature, not when we follow him over the ice of the Delaware to the capture of Trenton, not when we behold him victorious over Cornwallis at Yorktown, but when we regard him, in noble deference to justice, refusing the kingly crown which a faith- less soldiery proffered, and, at a later day, upholding the peaceful neu- trality of the country while he received unmoved the clamor of the people wickedly crying for war. — Charles Sumner. THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 251 I see in Washington a great soldier who fought a trying war to a successful end, impossible without him; a great statesman, who did more than all other men to lay the foundations of a republic which has endured in prosperity for more than a century. I find in him a marvel- lous judgment which was never at fault, a penetrating vision which beheld the future of America when it was dim to other eyes, a great intellectual force, a will of iron, an unyielding grasp of facts, and an unequalled strength of patriotic purpose. I see in him, too, a pure and high-minded gentleman of dauntless courage and stainless honor, simple and stately of manner, kind and generous of heart. Such he was in truth. The historian and the biographer may fail to do him justice, but the instinct of mankind will not fail. The real hero needs not books to give him worshipers. George Washington will always receive the love and reverence of men, because they see embodied in him the noblest possibilities of humanity. — Henry Cabot Lodge. To us, citizens of America, it belongs, above all others, to show respect to the memory of Washington, by the practical deference which we pay to those sober maxims of public policy which he has left us, — a last testament of affection in his Farewell Address. Of all the exhor- tations which it contains, I scarce need say to you that none are so emphatically uttered, none so anxiously repeated, as those that enjoin the preservation of the union of these states. No one can read the Farewell Address without feeling that this was the thought, and this the care which lay nearest and heaviest upon that noble heart; and if, which Heaven forbid, the day shall ever arrive when his parting coun- sels on that head shall be forgotten, on that day, come it soon or come it late, it may as mournfully as truly be said that " Washington has lived in vain." Then the vessels, as they ascend and descend the Potomac, may toll their bells with new significance as they pass Mount Vernon; they will strike the requiem of constitutional liberty for us, — for all nations. — Edward Everett, Oration on Washington. A great and venerated character like that of Washington, which comitiands the respect of an entire population, however divided on other questions, is not an isolated fact in history to be regarded with barren admiration ; it is a dispensation of Providence for good. 252 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. It was well said by Mr. Jefferson, in 1792, writing to Washington to dissuade him from declining a renomination : " North and South will hang together while they have you to hang to." Washington in the flesh is taken from us; we shall never behold him as our Fathers did; but his memory remains, and I say, let us hang to his memory. Let us make a national festival and holiday of his birthday; and ever, as the 22d of February returns, let us remember that, while with these solemn and joyous rites of observance we cele- brate the great anniversary, our fellow-citizens on the Hudson, on the Potomac, from the Southern plains to the Western lakes, are engaged in the same offices of gratitude and love. — Edward Everett, Oration on Washington. We are met to celebrate the one hundred and tenth anniversary of the birthday of Washington. Washington is the mightiest name on earth, long since mightiest in the cause of civil liberty, still mightiest in moral reformation. On that name a eulogy is expected. It cannot be. To add bright-' ness to the sun or glory to the name of Washington is alike impos- sible. Let none attempt it. In solemn awe pronounce the name, and, in its naked, deathless splendor, leave it shining on. — Abraham Lincoln. If Washington had one passion more strong than any other, it was love of country. The purity and ardor of his patriotism were commensurate with the greatness of its object. Love of country in him was invested with the sacred obligations of a duty, and from the faithful discharge of this duty he never swerved for a moment, either in thought or deed, throughout the whole period of his eventful career. — Jared Sparks. It has been said Washington was not a great soldier; but certainly he created an army out of the roughest materials, outgeneralled all that Britain could send against him, and, in the midst of poverty and distress, organized victory. He was not brilliant and rapid. He was slow, defensive, and victorious. He made " an empty bag stand THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 253 upright," which, Franklin says, is " hard." Some men command the world, or hold its admiration, by their ideas or by their intellect. Wash- ington had neither original ideas nor a deeply-cultured mind. He com- manded by his integrity, by his justice. He loved power by instinct, and strong government by reflective choice. Twice he was made Dictator, with absolute power, and never abused the awful and despotic trust. The monarchic soldiers and civilians would make him king. He trampled on their offer, and went back to his fields of corn and tobacco at Mount Vernon. The grandest act of his public life was to give up his power; the most magnanimous deed of his private life was to liberate his slaves. Cromwell is the greatest Anglo-Saxon who was ever a ruler on a large scale. In intellect he was immensely superior to Washington; in integrity, immeasurably below him. For one thousand years no king in Christendom has shown such greatness, or gives us so high a type of manly virtue. He never dissembled. He sought nothing for himself. In him there was no unsound spot, nothing little or mean in his character. The whole was clean and presentable. We think better of mankind because he lived, adorning the earth with a life so noble. — Theodore Parker. In the production of Washington it does really appear as if Nature was endeavoring to improve upon herself, and that all the virtues of the ancient world were but so many studies preparatory to the patriot of the new. Individual instances, no doubit, there were: splendid exemplifications of some single qualification. Caesar was merciful, Scipio was continent, Hannibal was patient; but it was reserved for Washington to blend them all in one, and, like the lovely masterpiece of the Grecian artist, to exhibit in one glow of associated beauty the pride of every model and the perfection of every master. As a gen- eral, he marshalled the peasant into a veteran and supplied by disci- pline the absence of experience. As a statesman he enlarged the poHcy of the cabinet into the most comprehensive system of general advantage; and such was the wisdom of his views and the philosophy of his counsels that to the soldier and the statesman he almost added the character of the sage. A conqueror, he was untainted with the crime of blood; a revolutionist, he was free from any stain of treason. 254 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. for aggression commenced the contest, and a country called him to the command; liberty unsheathed his sword, necessity stained, victory returned it. If he had paused here history might doubt what station to assign him, whether at the head of her citizens or her soldiers, her heroes or her patriots. But the last glorious act crowned his career and banishes hesitation. Who, like Washington, after having freed a country, resigned her crown and retired to a cottage rather than reign in a capitol ! Immortal man! He took from the battle its crime, and from the conquest' its chains; he left the victorious the glory of his self-denial, and turned upon the vanquished only the retribution of his mercy. Happy, proud America! The lightnings of heaven yielded to your philosophy ! The temptations of earth could not seduce your patriotism. — Charles Phillips. ODE FOR WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY. Oliver Wendell Holmes. fci LuDwiG VAN Beethoven. From the Ninth or Choral Symphony. 1^^^ ^EEf. 1. Wei -come to the day re - turn 2. Hear the tale of youth - ful glo 3. Look! the shad-ow on the di 4. Vain is em-pire's mad temp ta - 5. "By the name that you in her 6. Fa - ther ! we whose ears have tin VT ^^ =i= ^ijfe -J— J-J.-r mg. Dear - er still as a ges flow ; ry, While of Brit-ain's res cued band, al Marks the hour of dead lier strife ; tion ! 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We, and those who come after us, in successive generations, are its appointed, its privileged guardians. The widespread republic is the future monument to Washington. Maintain its independence. Uphold its constitution. Preserve its union. Defend its liberty. Let it stand before the world in all its original strength and beauty, securing peace, order, equality, and freedom to all within its bound- aries; and shedding light, and hope, and joy upon the pa;thway of human liberty throughout the world; and Washington needs no other monument. Other structures may fully testify our veneration for him: this, this alone, can adequately illustrate his services to mankind. Nor does he need even this. The republic may perish, the wide arch of our ranged Union may fall, star by star its glories may expire, stone by stone its columns and its capitol may moulder and crumble, all other names which adorn its annals may be forgotten, but as long as human hearts shall anywhere pant, or human tongues anywhere plead, for a true, rational, constitutional liberty, those hearts shall enshrine the memory, and those tongues prolong the fame, of George Wash- ington. — Robert C. Wintkrop. American youth know that Washington captured Cornwallis, made a brilliant retreat after the battle of Long Island and worried and fretted the British armies into exhaustion during a seven years' war. They also know that he was President twice and declined to become President a third time. There are not many who know that the only time tears were seen in his eyes was at the close of the war, when his army, encamped upon the banks of the Hudson, was about to be dis- banded. There were men in his army who were fearful that the ambi- tions and jealousies of some of those who had been of influence during the Revolution would attempt to gain great personal power. There were others who believed that there would be established in America a constitutional monarchy, modeled after that of Great Britain. The nation, as we now know it, was a government yet to be created. 17 258 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. So a company of officers — men having influence — having talked this matter over, agreed to go to Washington, ask him to accept the crown 6f empire and to promise him the support of the army in thus establishing a personal throne. When they approached Washington, he thought that as friends they had come to him for counsel. He was in a happy frame of mind that morning. The war had ended victoriously, and he had already been in consultation with Hamilton respecting the form of civil government which the now free colonies should undertake. They ofifered him the crown in but a single sentence. A few years before, across the river, Washington, being seated at breakfast, had been approached by an officer, who told him that Benedict Arnold had fled after an attempt to betray West Point into the hands of the British. The news was appalling, for he had admired Arnold's splendid courage and loved the man. Yet so great was his self-command, so superb his capacity for controlling emotion, sO' thoroughly had he schooled himself to face adversity with calmness, that those about him only saw a look of sad sternness come to his countenance as he uttered the now historic words, " Whom can we trust? " But when these officers proposed to him the empire, and tried to put the sceptre in his hand, Washington broke down. There was sorrow and there was anger in his countenance and in his manner. Tears came to his eyes, and, when he dismissed them with a sad gesture and only a brief word, these men realized that Washington had been shocked and grieved that it could have entered their hearts that he could for one moment have regarded an empire as possible, or could have fought through those seven years that he might himself attain the throne. In his action Washington not only revealed his moral great- ness, but made it impossible that a monarchy could ever be estabhshed in the United States. Fame was too earnest in her joy, Too proud of such a son To let a robe and title Mask our noble Washington. The fame of Washington stands apart from every other in his- tory, shining with a truer lustre and a more benignant glory. With THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 259 US his memory remains a national property, where all sympathies meet in unison. Under all dissensions and amid all storms ol party, his pre- cepts and examples speak to us from the grave with a paternal appeal; and his name — by all revered — forms a universal tie of brother- hood, — a vratchword of our Union. — John Fiske. No nobler figure ever stood in the forefront of a nation's life. Washington was grave and courteous in address; his manners were simple and unpretending; his silence and the serene calmness of his temper spoke of perfect self-mastery; but there was little in his out- ward bearing to reveal the grandeur of soul which lifts his figure, with all the simple majesty of an ancient statue, out of the smaller passions, the meaner impulses of the world around him. It was only as the weary fight went on that the colonists learned, little by little, the greatness of their leader, his clear judgment, his heroic endurance, his silence under difficulties, his calmness in the hour of danger or defeat, the patience with which he waited, the quickness and hardness with which he struck, the lofty and serene sense of duty that never swerved from its task through resentment or jealousy, that never, through war or peace, felt the touch of a meaner ambition, that knew no aim save that of guarding the freedom of his fellow-countrymen, and no personal longing save that of returning to his own fireside when their freedom was secured. — Green's " Short History of the English People." Washington, from first to last, inspired every one with the idea that he could be trusted. No one ever suspected him for a moment, as Caesar, as Frederick, as Napoleon were with reason suspected, — with a design to use the power committed to him for the furtherance of his own ambition. Here was a man who thought only of his duty, who resigned power with far more alacrity than he assumed it, and who paid the bond of patriotism in full. — Henry M. Towle. Of all the great men in history, Washington was the most invari- ably judicious. Those who knew him well noticed that he had keen sensibilities and strong passions; but his power of self-command never failed him, and no act of his public life can be traced to personal caprice. 26o MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. ambition, or resentment. In the despondency of long-continued fail- ure, in the elation of sudden success, at times when his soldiers were deserting by hundreds, and when malignant plots were formed against his reputation, amid the constant quarrels, rivalries, and jealousies of his subordinates, in the dark hour of national ingratitude, and in the midst of the most universal and intoxicating flattery, he was always the same calm, wise, just, and single-minded man, pursuing the course which he believed to be right, without fear, or favor, or fanaticism; equally free from the passions that spring from interest and from the passions that spring from imagination. Washington never acted on the impulse of an absorbing or uncalculating enthusiasm, and he valued very highly fortune, position, and reputation, but at the command of duty he was ready to risk and sacrifice them all. He was, in the highest sense of the words, a gentleman and a man of honor, and he carried into public life the severest standard of private morals. — William E. H. Lecky, from " The History of England in the Eighteenth Century." Arise! 'tis the day of our Washington's glory; The gaxlands uplift for our liberties won. O! sing in your gladness his echoing story, Whose sword swept for freedom the fields of the sun. Not with gold, ner with gems, but with evergreens vernal. And the banner of stars that the continent span, Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal, Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man. — Hezekiah Butterworth. When the storm of battle blows darkest and rages highest, the memory of Washington shall nerve every American arm, and cheer every American heart. — Rufus Choate. It was not character that fought the Trenton campaign and car- ried the revolution to victory. It was military genius. It was not character that read the future of America and created our foreign policy. It was statesmanship of the highest order. Without the great moral qualities that Washington possessed his career would not have THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 261 been possible; but it would have been quite as impossible if the intellect had not equalled the character. There is no need to arg^e the truism that Washington was a great man, for that is universally admitted. But it is very needful that his genius should be rightly understood, and the right under- standing of it is by no means universal. His character has been exalted at the expense of his intellect, and his goodness has been so much insisted upon both by admirers and critics that we are in danger of forgetting that he had a great mind as well as high moral worth. — Henry Cabot Lodge. With the sure sagacity of a leader of men, Washington at once selected^ for the highest and most responsible stations, the three chief Americans who represented the three forces in the nation which alone could command success in the institution of the government. Hamil- ton was the head, Jefferson was the heart, and John Jay was the con- science. Washington's just and serene ascendancy was the lambent flame in which these beneficent powers were fused, and nothing less than that ascendancy could have ridden the whirlwind and directed the storm that burst around him. — George William Curtis. Washington's appointments, when President, were made with a view to destroy party and not to create it, his object being to gather all the talent of the country in support of the national government; and he bore many things which were personally disagreeable in an endeavor to do this. — Paul Leicester Ford. Men are beginning to feel that Washington stands out, not only as the leading American, but as the leading man of the race. Of men not named in Sacred Scripture, more human beings this day know and honor the name of George Washington than that of any other of the sons of men. — Charles F. Deems. An Englishman by race and lineage, Washington incarnated in his own person and character every best trait and attribute that have made the Anglo-Saxon name a glory to its children and a terror to its enemies throughout the world. But he was not so much an 262 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Englishman that, when the time came for him to be so, he was not even more an American; and in all that he was and did, a patriot so exalted, and a leader so wise and great, that what men called him when he came to be inaugurated as the first President of the United States the civilized world has not since then ceased to call him — the Father of his Country. — Right Rev. Henry C. Potter. There is Franklin, with his first proposal of Continental union. There is James Otis, with his great argument against Writs of Assist- ance, and Samuel Adams, with his inexorable demand for the removal of the British regiments from Boston. There is Quincy, and there is Warren, the protomartyr of Bunker Hill. There is Jefferson, with the Declaration of Independence fresh from his pen, and John Adams close at his side. There are Hamilton and Madison and Jay bringing forward the Constitution; but, towering above them all is Washington, the consummate commander, the incomparable Presi- dent, the world-renowned patriot. — Robert C. Winthrop. CARMEN BELLICOSUM. In their ragged regimentals Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, When the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon-shot; When the files Of the isles, From the smoky night encampment, bore the banner of the rampant Unicorn, And grummer, grummer, grummer rolled the roll of the drummer. Through the morn! Then with eyes to the front all, And with guns horizontal, Stood our sires; And the balls whistled deadly. And in streams flashing redly Blazed the fires; As the roar On the shore, THE FLAG CONSECRATES THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON. 263 Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres Of the plain; And louder, Jouder, louder cracked the black gunpowder, Cracked amain 1 Now like smiths at their forges Worked the red St. George's Cannoniers; And the " villainous saltpetre " Rung a fierce, discordant metre Round their ears; As the swift Storm-drift, With hot sweeping anger, came the Horse Guard's clangor On our flanks. Then higher, higher, higher burned the old-fashioned fire Through the ranks! Then the old-fashioned colonel Galloped through the white infernal Powder-cloud; And his broadsword was swinging, And his brazen throat was ringing Trumpet lotid. Then the blue Bullets flew. And the trooper jackets redden at the touch of the leaden Rifle-breath; And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder. Hurling death! — Guy Humphrey McMaster. (This stirring poem was written when the author was only nineteen years old.) GOD SPEED THE RIGHT. W. E. HiCKSON. Maestoso, mf German Air. ^^ ^ -r i i: i'^i 1. Now 2. Be 3- Pa ■ mf\ r to heav'n our that pray'r a tient, firm, and pray'r as - cend - ing. gam per re - peat se - ver ^ 4_ ^t i ed, ing. 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THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. (Feb. 12, 1809.) Quotations In Prose and Poetry. Selections Song, The Man for Me. Selections Song, Laus Deo. (267) THE BIRTHDAY OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. T is indeed necessary that children, in so far as they are capable, should know the theory of our government, and the great events that, like milestones, have marked its course. But, after all, theories and abstract facts never can take such hold upon the minds of children — upon memory and imagination — nor stir them to such a sense of their country's worth — as can the history, the life, of a great man. It will be difficult to make the little folks understand the causes, direct or indirect, which led to the Civil War of '6i. Indeed, who of us who are older and trained to teach are competent to tell all the influences that ended in that terrible struggle? But what child can fail to know and feel the real greatness of the personality and life of Abraham Lincoln? He was what we may call a boy's man — having that sense of humor, that spirit of fun which appeals so irresistibly to boys, — yes, even to " boys of larger growth." Let much be made, therefore, in any celebration of Lincoln's birthday, of those incidents, so strange, so fascinating, which marked his early boyhood in his cabin home — of the trials which beset his youth- time, his wonderful skill in political debate — his perilous journey to the city of Washington, there to be inaugurated President of the United Sta;tes — his care for the soldiers in the field and the poor black men in slavery in the South, — and, at length, his martyr death. (Just here might come in a study of " The Negro " in our history.) Fear not to blend with all, the stories which made him as well known as his statesmanship — indeed, which were, many of them, illustrations of the very spirit and philosophy of statesmanship. (269) 2JO MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. QUOTATIONS. A man born for his time. — Morrison R. Watte. Abraham Lincoln was the genius of common sense.— Charles Dudley Warner. His constant thought was his country and how to serve it. — Charles Sumner. A name that shall live through all coming time. Unbounded by country, by language, or clime. — C. P. Corliss. Washington was the father, and Lincoln the savior of his country. — Henry L. Dawes. The typical American, pure and simple. — Asa Gray. The plain, honest, prudent man, — safe in council, wise in action, pure in purpose. — John C. New. Patriot, who made the pageantries of kings Like shadows seem, and unsubstantial things. — R. W. Dale. Lincoln was the purest, the most generous, the most magnanimous of men. — Gen. W. T. Sherman. His career closed at a moment when its dramatic unity was complete. — Governor Andrew, of Massachusetts. Abraham Lincoln was worthy to be trusted and to be loved by all his country- men. — Gen. Howard. He lives in endless fame. All honor to his patriot name. — H. C. Ballard. He stands before us and will so stand in history as the Moses of this Israel of ours. — Charles Lowe. A man of great ability, pure patriotism, unselfish nature, full of forgiveness for his enemies. — Ulysses Simpson Grant. THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 271 Kind, unpretending, patient, laborious, brave, wise, great and good, such was Abraham Lincoln. — Theodore Frelinghuysen. Long centuries hence thy name shall shine as one No blame can cloud — our second Washington. — Henry Peterson. Freedom's great high-priest, who set apart his life, while others sought but gold or bread.— r. C. Pease. His career teaches young men that every position of eminence is open before the diligent and worthy. — Bishop Matthew Simpson. The purity of his patriotism inspired him with the wisdom of a statesman and the courage of a martyr. — Stanley Matthews. * * * so true and tender. The patriot's stay, the people's trust, The shield of the offender. — Oliver Wendell Holmes. Such a life and character will be treasured forever as the sacred possession of the American people and of mankind. — lames A. Garfield. A great man, tender of heart, strong of nerve, of boundless patience and broadest sympathy, with no motive apart from his country. — Frederick Douglass. The purest of men, the wisest of statesmen, the most sincere and devoted patriot, the loveliest character of American statesmen. — Hon. Charles Foster. His country saved, his work achieved. He boasted not of what he'd done. But rather in his goodness, grieved For all sad hearts beneath the sun, — G. Martin. Under the providence of God, he was, next to Washington, the greatest instru- ment for the preservation ot the Union and the integrity of our country. — Peter Cooper. Of all the men I ever met he seemed to possess more of the elements of great- ness combined with goodness than any other. — Gen. W. T. Sherman. 272 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Lincoln, the honest man, who, without personal ambition, always supported by a strong perception of his duties, deserved to be called emphatically a great citizen.— Louis Phillipe, Due D'Orkans. AH the kindly grace, The tender love, the loyalty to truth. That flow and mingle in the gentlest blood. Were met together in his blameless life. — Mary A. Ripley. The past century has not, the century to come will not have, a figure so grand as that of Abraham Lincoln. — Emilio Castelar {Spain). The life of Abraham Lincoln is written in imperishable characters in the history of the great American Republic. — John Bright {England). By his fidelity to the True, the Right, the Good, he gained not only favor and applause, but what is better than all, love. — W. D. Howells. The form is vanished and the footsteps still. But from the silence Lincoln's answers thrill; " Peace, charity and love! " in all the world's best needs The master stands transfigured in his deeds. — Kate M. B. Sherwood. He was a true believer in the divinity of the rights of man as man, the civil as well as the religious hope of the race. — Sidney Dyer. In Lincoln there was always some quality that fastened him to the people and taught them to keep time to the music of his heart. — David Swing. " You will find the whole of my early life," said Lincoln to a friend, " in a single line of Gray's Elegy" " The short and simple annals of the poor.'' — Anon. Heroic soul, in homely garb half hid, Sincere, sagacious, melancholy, quaint; What he endured, no less than what he did. Has reared his monument and crowned him saint. — /. T. Trowbridge. He was one whom responsibility educated, and he showed himself more and more nearly equal to duty as year after year laid on him ever fresh burdens. God- given and God-led and sustained we must ever believe h.\m.— Wendell Phillips. THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 273 He was -warm-hearted; he was generous; he was magnanimous; he was most truly, as he afterward said on a memorable occasion, " with malice toward none, with charity for all."— Alexander H. Stephens. It is the great boon of such characters as Mr. Lincoln's that they reunite what God has joined together and man has put asunder. In him was vindicated the greatness of real goodness and the goodness of real greatness. — Bishop Phillips Brooks. We rest in peace, where his sad eyes Saw peril, strife and pain; His was the awful sacrifice, And ours the priceless gain. — lokn G. Whittier. SELECTIONS. Let me endeavor to give those in this audience who never saw- Mr. Lincoln some idea of his personal appearance. He was a very tall man — 6 feet 4 inches. His complexion was dark, his eyes and hair black; and though he was of lean, spare habit, I should suppose he must have weighed about 180 pounds. He was a man of fine fibre, and thus a brain of superior power was contained in a small, but rather elongated, skull. * * * His movements were rather angular, but never awkward; and he was never burdened with that frequent curse of unfortunate genius, the dreadful oppression of petty self-conscious- ness. It was a most remarkable character, that of Abraham Lincoln. He had the most comprehensive, the most judicial mind; he was the least faulty in his conclusions of any man that I have ever known. — Charles A. Dana, Lecture on " Lincoln and His Cabinet," at New Haven, March 10, 1896. Mr. Lincoln was not what you would call an educated man. The college that he had attended was that which a man attends who gets up at daylight to hoe the corn, and sits up at night to read the best book he can find, by the side of a burning pine knot. What education he had, he picked up in that way. He had read a great many books; and all the books that he had read, he knew. He had a tenacious mera- 18 274 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. ory, just as he had the ability to see the essential thing. He never took an unimportant point and went off upon that; but he always laid hold of the real thing, of the real question, and attended to that with- out attending to the others any more than was indispensably necessary. — Charles A. Dana, Lecture, " Lincoln and His Cabinet." There, by his courage, his justice, his even temper, his fertile counsel, his humanity (Abraham Lincoln) stood a heroic figure in the centre of a heroic epoch. He is the true history of the American people in his time. Step by step he walked before them; slow with their slowness, quickening his march by theirs, the true representative of this continent; an entirely public man; father of his country, the pulse of twenty millions throbbing in his heart, the thought of their minds articulated by his tongue. — Ralph Waldo Emerson. We can still count as one of ourselves, with his honor and his sadness, with his greatness and his everyday homeliness, with his wit and his logic, with his gentle chivalry that made him equal to the best born knight, and his awkward and ungainly way that made him one of the plain people, our martyred President, our leader of the plain people, Abraham Lincoln. * * * Beyond the rulers of every age, Lincoln was the leader of the people, — of what he called the plain people. * * * He knew, as no other man did, as cabinets and congresses did not know, the sentiments and feelings of the plain people of the Northern States. He knew that they loved, beyond every- thing else, the Union, and he would move only so fast as, over the electric currents which connected his heart and brain with every fireside in the land, came the tidings to him that they were ready for another advance along the lines of revolutionary action which would preserve the Union. — Chauncey M. Depew, Speech at Lincoln Dinner. I have often contemplated and described (Lincoln's) life. Born in a cabin of Kentucky, of parents who could hardly read; born a new Moses in the solitude of the desert, where are forged all great and obstinate thoughts, monotonous, Hke the desert, and, Hke the desert, sublime; growing up among those primeval forests, which, with their THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 275 fragrance, send a cloud of incense, and, with their murmurs, a cloud of prayers, to heaven; a boatman at eight years, in the impetuous cur- rent of the Ohio, and at seventeen in the vast and tranquil waters of the Mississippi; later, a woodman, with axe and arm felling the imme- morial trees, to open a way to unexplored regions for his tribe of wandering workers; reading no other book than the Bible, the book of great sorrows and great hopes, dictated often by prophets to the sound of fetters they dragged through Nineveh and Babylon; a child of nature, in a word, by one of those miracles only comprehensible among free peoples, he fought for the country, and was raised by his fellow-citizens to the Congress at Washington, and by the nation to the presidency of the Republic; and, after emancipating three million slaves, that nothing might be wanting, he dies in the very moment of victory, — like Christ, like Socrates, like all redeemers, at the foot of his work. His work ! Sublime achievement ! over which humanity shall eternally shed its tears, and God His benedictions. — Emilio Casteiar (Spanish orator). From the union of the colonists, Puritans and Cavaliers, from the straightening of their purposes and the crossing of their blood, slow perfecting through a century, came he who stands as the first typical American, the first who comprehended within himself all the strength and gentleness, all the majesty and grace of this republic — Abraham Lincoln. He was the sum of Puritan and Cavalier, for in his ardent nature were fused the virtues of both, and in the depths of his great soul the faults of both were lost. He was greater than Puritan, greater than Cavalier, in that he was American, and that in his honest form were first gathered the vast and thrilling forces of his ideal government — charging it with such a tremendous meaning and so elevating it above human suffering, that martyrdom, though infamously aimed, came as a fitting crown to a life consecrated from the cradle to human liberty. Let us build with reverent hands to the type of this simple, but sublime life, in which all types are honored. — Henry W. Grady, of Georgia, from the speech at the New England Club, in New York city, December 21, 1886. 276 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. If ever the face of a man writing solemn words glowed with holy joy, it must have been the face of Abraham Lincoln as he bent over the Emancipation Proclamation. Here was an act in which his whole soul could rejoice, an act that crowned his life. All the past, the free boyhood in the woods, the free youth upon the farm, the free man- hood in the honorable citizen's employment — all his freedom gathered and completed in this. And is it any wonder that among the swarthy multitudes, ragged, and tired, and hungry, and ignorant, but free forever from anything but the memorial scars of the fetters and the whips, — is it any wonder there grew up in camps and hovels a super- stition, which saw in Lincoln the image of one who was more than man, and whom with one voice they loved to call " Father Abraham? " ■ — Phillips Brooks. The nation's debt to these men (Washington and Lincoln) is not confined to what it owes them for its material well-being, incalculable though this debt is; Beyond the fact that we are an independent and united people, with half a continent as our heritage, lies the fact that every American is richer by the noble deeds and noble words of Wash- ington and of Lincoln. Each of us who reads the Gettysburg speech or the second inaugural address of the greatest American of the nine- teenth century, or who studies the long campaigns and lofty states- manship of that other American who was even greater, cannot but feel within him that lift toward things higher and nobler which can never be bestowed by the enjoyment of mere material prosperity. — From " American Ideals," Theodore Roosevelt. On the day of his death, this simple Western attorney, who, accord- ing to one party, was a vulgar joker, and whom some of his own sup- porters accused of wanting every element of statesmanship, was the most absolute ruler in Christendom, and this solely by the hold his good-humored sagacity had laid on the hearts and understandings of his countrymen. Nor was this all, for it appeared that he had drawn the great majority, not only of his fellow-citizens, but of mankind also, to his side. So strong and persuasive is honest manliness, with- out a single quality of romance or unreal sentiment to help it! A civilian during times of the most captivating military achievements. THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 277 awkward, with no skill in the lower technicalities of manners, he left behind him a fame beyond that of any conqueror, the memory of a grace higher than that of outward person, and of gentlemanliness deeper than mere breeding. Never before that startled April morn- ing did such multitudes of men shed tears for the death of one they had never seen, as if with him a friendly presence had been taken away from their lives, leaving them colder and darker. Never was funeral panegyric so eloquent as the silent look of sympathy which strangers exchanged when they met on that day. Their common manhood had lost a kinsman. — James Russell Lowell. To Horace Greeley, the greatest of American editors, his party associate and a stinging thorn in his flesh, Lincoln wrote: " If there be those who would not save the Union unless they could at the same time save slavery, I do not agree with them." " If there be those who would not save the Union unless they could at the same time destroy slavery, I do not agree with them." " My paramount object is to save the Union, and not either to save or destroy slavery." " If I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it — if I could do it by freeing all the slaves, I would do it — and if I could do it by freeing some and leaving others alone, I would also do that." " What I do about slavery and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union, and what I for- bear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union." From the hour of that touching farewell speech to his neighbors in the Springfield depot, down to the fatal night in Ford's Theatre, his Hfe was consecrated to the restoration of a dissevered country. Walking in the busy streets of the city of Atlanta, not long since, I came upon a fine statue of Henry W. Grady. Beneath the bronze figure of the young orator, whose early death has been so widely regretted, was the legend: "He died while literally loving a nation into peace." Even more suggestive than his cheering words was the act of the Southern masses, which placed this monument in their busiest thoroughfare, a witness of their satisfaction at the sentiments which 278 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. had distinguished him. No traveler in the South can doubt that there is a " New South." The industries are growing and the schools are multiplying. There is a healthier sentiment upon sociological and economic questions, because the slave system is no longer there to throttle it. * * * The South has a new feeling towards the North. As we understand each other better, we love each other more. The roads are being broken out. Beaten paths are being made. Commercial intercourse has commenced and fraternal regard is grow- ing. The Ohio river no longer separates two opposing peoples, who merely sustain diplomatic relations with each other; there is a chemical afifinity in progress; we are amalgamating. The bitterness of a century of controversy is well-nigh gone. The wounds torn by the rough hoof of war have almost healed. The soldiers of the two armies, and the young men and women of the new generation, who " look forward and not back," have attained this magnificent result. The Union is stronger, safer, because it stood the shock of battle. The people are more homogeneous because more free. A hundred millions of united, industrious, frugal, educated Christian people, under a free flag, stand in a place so high among the nations that they can command anything that is right by the force and dignity of their position, and without resort to war. And the work of Abraham Lincoln is accomplished. — President Andrew S. Draper, University of Illinois, Lincoln's Birthday, 1896. While we say that Mr. Lincoln was an uneducated man, unedu- cated in the sense that we recognize in any college town, he yet had a singularly perfect education in regard to everything that concerns the practical affairs of life. His judgment was excellent, and his informa- tion was always accurate. He knew what the thing was. He was a man of genius, and, contrasted with men of education, genius will always carry the day. I remember very well going into Mr. Stanton's room in the War Department on the day of the Gettysburg celebration, and he said: " Have you seen these Gettysburg speeches? " " No," said I, "I didn't know you had them." He said: "Yes; and the people will be delighted with them. Edward Everett has made a speech that will make three columns in the newspapers, and Mr. Lincoln THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 279 has made a speech of perhaps forty or fifty lines. Everett's is the speech of a scholar, polished to the last possibility. It is eloquent and it is learned; but Lincoln's speech will be read by a thousand men where one reads Everett's, and will be remembered as long as any- body's speeches are remembered who speaks in the English language." That was the truth. If you will take those two speeches now, you will get an idea how superior genius is to education; how superior that intellectual faculty is which sees the vitality of a question and knows how to state it; how superior that intellectual faculty is which regards everything with the fire of earnestness in the soul, with the relentless purpose of a heart devoted to objects beyond literature. — - Charles A. Dana, Lecture on " Lincoln and His Cabinet." Another interesting fact about Abraham Lincoln was that he developed into a great military man, that is to say, a man of supreme military judgment. I do not risk anything in saying that if you will study the records of the war and study the writings relating to it, you will agree with me that the greatest general we had, greater than Grant or Thomas, was Abraham Lincoln. It was not so at the begin- ning; but after three or four years of constant practice in the science and art of war, he arrived at this extraordinary knowledge of it, so that Von Moltke was not a better general or an abler planner or expounder of a campaign than President Lincoln was. He was, to sum it up, a born leader of men. He knew human nature; he knew what chord to strike, and he was never afraid to strike it when he believed that the time had arrived. — Charles A. Dana, Lecture on " Lincoln and His Cabinet." Another remarkable peculiarity of Mr. Lincoln's was that he seemed to have no illusions. He had no freakish notions that things were so or might be so, when they were not so. All his thinking and all his reasoning, all his mind, in short, was based continually on actual facts, and upon facts of which, as I said, he saw the essence. I never heard him say anything that was not so. I never heard him foretell things. He told what they were. But I never heard him intimate that such and such consequences were likely to happen, without the 28o MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. consequences following. I should say, perhaps, that his greatest qual- ity was wisdom. And that is something superior to talent, superior to education. I do not think it can be acquired. He had it. He was wise; he was not mistaken; he saw things as they were. All -the advice that he gave was wise; it was judicious; and it was always timely. This wisdom, it is scarcely necessary to add, had its animating phil- osophy in his own famous words: "With charity toward all; with malice toward none." — Charles A. Dana, Lecture on " Lincoln and His Cabinet." Not long since, as I sat in a crowded courtroom, there came to the witness stand a venerable, white-haired negro. Bom a slave, he had stood upon the auction block and been sold to the highest bfdder. Now, he canje into a court of Justice to settle, by the testimony of his black lips, a controversy between white men. When asked his age, he drew himself proudly up, and said : " For fifty years I was a chattel. On the first day of January, 1863, Uncle Abe Lincoln made me a man." The act which set that old man free was the crowning glory of Lincoln's life, for by it he not only saved his country, but emancipated a race. We of the Anglo-Saxon tongue are justly proud of the Magna Charta. We are justly proud of the Declaration of Independence, of the right of government by the people. True it is that the genesis of American Liberty was in the Declaration of Independence, but the gospel of its new testament was written by Abraham Lincoln in the Emancipation Proclamation. — John M. Thurston, New York, Lincoln's Birthday, 1895. Mr. Lincoln had many amiable and lovable personal qualities, but the great thing was the fact that he succeeded; that the Civil War was ended under his rule. He succeeded, with the forces of the anti- slavery states, in putting down a rebellion in which twelve millions of people were concerned, determined people, educated people, fighting for their ideas and their property, fighting to the last, fighting to the death. I don't think there is anything else in history to compare with that achievement. How did he do it? In the first place, he never was in haste. As I said, he never took a step too soon, and also he never took a step too late. When the THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 281 whole northern country seemed to be clamoring for him to issue a proclamation abolishing slavery, he didn't do it. Deputation after deputation went to Washington. I remember once, a hundred gentle- men came, dressed in black coats, mostly clergymen, from Massachu- setts. They appealed to him to proclaim the abolition of slavery. But he didn't do it. He allowed Mr. Cameron and General Butler to execute their great idea of treating slaves as contraband of war, and of protecting those who had got into our lines against being recaptured by their Southern owners. But he would not prematurely make the proclamation that was so much desired. Finally the time came; and of that he was the judge. Nobody else decided it; nobody commanded it; the proclamation was issued as he thought best; and it was effi- cacious. The people of the North, who during the long contest over slavery had always stood strenuously by the compromises of the Con- stitution, might themselves have become half rebels if this proclama- tion had been issued too soon. They at last were tired of waiting, tired of endeavoring to preserve even a show of regard for what were called the compromises of the Constitution, when they believed that the Constitution itself was in danger. Thus public opinion was ripe when the proclamation came, and that was the beginning of the end. This unerring judgment, this patience which waited and which knew when the right time had arrived — those were intellectual qualities, which I do not find exercised upon any such scale by any other man in history, and with such unerring precision. This proves Abraham Lin- coln to have been intellectually one of the greatest of rulers. — Charles A. Dana, Lecture on " Lincoln and His Cabinet." Abraham Lincoln was the grandest figure of the nineteenth cen- tury. With a giant intellect, a boundless love of his kind, and an irrevocable determination that right should triumph, he stood before the people of the worlds and so conducted himself that all criticism was disarmed, and all oppressors put to shame. Sensitive as a child, firm as a rock, he Hfted up the lowly, restrained the arrogant, and, with a foresight that was almost inspiration, made possible and certain the union of the states. He was neither appalled by disaster nor elated by 282 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. the grandest successes. Devoid of self-esteem, unconscious of his mighty ability, he aimed at and attained results because he believed eternal justice demanded them. With the growth of centuries, the name of Abraham Lincoln will be more highly honored, and the value of his work more fully appreciated. — George W. Ray. Abraham Lincoln cannot be compared with any man. He stands alone. More and more, as time goes on, does his work impress itself upon the world. His genius was fitted exactly to the circumstances under which he lived and labored. He is the conspicuous example of the truth that an all-wise Providence provides the man for the emer- gency. And then what an inspiration he has become to every ambi- tious, struggling young American! By his sterling integrity to thought and conviction, by untiring industry, and by his large common sense, he rose from obscurity to the first place in the nation, and has become the priceless heritage of every American. — James S. Sherman. The chief characteristics of Lincoln were his integrity and com- mon sense. Many of his contemporaries excelled him in eloquence, in learning, and in culture, but in the quality that is stronger and higher than either, the quality that inspires confidence and courage in times of crisis, he surpassed them all. He was fortunate in his career while living, and fortunate in his sad and tragic death. Hardly in the his- tory of the human race has a ruler died whose loss seemed to the people so near a personal grief, and the power of his name increases steadily. He was neither orator, soldier nor scholar, but a leader, trusted and loved as few had ever been. In the historic struggle in which his is the great name, his countrymen felt that other leaders might be right, but he was sure to be right. — Frank S. Black. The glory of Abraham Lincoln is a masterful mind forever loyal to the majesty and power of a great thought. That great thought was the supremacy of the Constitution of the United States, loyalty to which is the first and last duty of an American citizen, higher than all personal considerations, and superior to all sectional interests. Like a heavenly enchantment it allured him to duty, and like a perennial THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 283 inspiration it was his courage in danger, fortitude in adversity, and faith in the certainty of the future. From eadiest manhood, he had been the patient student of this great instrument of our poHtical economy (the Constitution), and to maintain the supreme authority thereof over every citizen and over every inch of our national domain was the larger purpose of all his state papers, of every act of his administration, and of the war measures he approved. Himself the gentlest of souls and the sincerest of men, he loved peace but he loved the Union more, and called upon his country- men to die with him for the right. He hated slavery, but he hated rebellion more, and he would suppress rebellion with slavery or without slavery; and, when the time came to suppress the one by the destruction of the other, the sword of Grant and the pen of Lincoln were the chosen instruments of Providence to scatter the rebels and emancipate the slaves. — John P. Newman. It is not difficult to place a correct estimate upon the character of Lincoln. He was the greatest man of his time, especially approved of God for the work He gave him to do. History abundantly approves his superiority as a leader, and establishes his constant reliance upon a higher power for guidance and support. The tendency of this age is to exaggeration, but of Lincoln, certainly none have spoken more highly than those who knew him best. A distinguished orator of to-day has said: " Lincoln surpassed all orators in eloquence; all diplomatists in wisdom; all statesmen in foresight; and the most ambitious in fame." This is in accord with the estimate of Stanton, who pronounced him " the most perfect ruler of men the world had ever seen." Seward, too, declared Lincoln " a man of destiny, with character made and moulded by Divine power to Save a nation from perdition." Ralph Waldo Emerson characterized him as "the true represen- tative of this continent; an entirely public man; father of his country; the pulse of twenty millions throbbing in his heart, the thought of their minds articulated by his tongue." 284 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Bancroft wisely observed: " Lincoln thought always of mankind as well as of his own country, and served human nature itself; he finished a work which all time cannot overthrow." Sumner said that in Lincoln " the West spoke to the East, plead- ing for human rights as declared by our fathers." Horace Greeley, in speaking of the events which led up to and embraced the Rebellion, declared : " Other men were helpful and nobly did their part; yet, looking back through the lifting mists of those seven eventful, tragic, trying, glorious years, I clearly discern the one providential leader, the indispensable hero of the great drama, Abraham Lincoln." James Russell Lowell was quick to perceive and proclaim Lincoln's greatness. In December, 1863, in a review of the " President's Policy," in the Atlantic Monthly, he said: "Perhaps none of our presidents since Washington has stood so firm in the confidence of the people as Lincoln, after three years' stormy administration. * * * A pro- found common sense is the best genius for statesmanship. Hitherto the wisdom of the President's measures have been justified by the fact that they have always resulted in more firmly uniting public opinion." — William McKinley, at Albany, N. Y., Lincoln's Birthday, 1895. What were the traits of character that made him leader and master, without a rival in the greatest crisis in our history? What gave him such mighty power? Lincoln had sublime faith in the people. He walked with and among them. He recognized the importance and power of an enlightened public sentiment and was guided by it. Even amid the vicissitudes of war, he concealed little from public inspection. In all that he did, he invited rather than evaded public examination and criticism. He submitted his plans and purposes, as far as practicable, to public consideration with perfect frankness and sincerity. There was such homely simplicity in his character, that it could not be hedged in by the pomp of place, nor the ceremonials of high official station. He was so accessible to the public that he seemed to take the whole people into his confidence. Here, perhaps, was one secret of his power. Bancroft, the historian, alluding to this characteristic, which was never so conspicuously manifested as during the darkest hours of the war. THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 28s beautifully illustrated it in these memorable words: "As a child in a dark night, on a rugged way, catches hold of the hand of its father for guidance and support, Lincoln clung fast to the hand of the people, and moved calmly through the gloom." — William McKinley, at Albany, N. Y., Lincoln's Birthday, 1895. Lincoln was an orator. We hear in these days that the power of the orator has passed; that the spoken word will soon be a thing of the past. The people can read all that the orator can tell them, and that soon the orator will be among the things that are the history of a country. Abraham Lincoln became President of the United States, not because he served in the legislature — he was a nobody there; not because he served in Congress — for he was unknown there; not be- cause he was a lawyer, for he had only a state reputation. He became President because of the stump and the platform. He never left them without leaving the impression that a great soul, a great mind, had made itself known, and that a man who ought to be a leader of the people had spoken to them — a man who it was intended should carry t1ie torch. — Chauncey M. Depew, Albany, N. Y., Lincoln's Birthday, i893- During the whole of the struggle, he was a tower of strength to the Union. Whether in defeat or victory, he kept right on, dismayed at nothing, and never to be diverted from the pathway of duty. Al- ways cool and determined, all learned to gain renewed courage, calm- ness, and wisdom from him, and to lean upon his strong arm for sup- port. The proud designation of " Father of his Country " was not more appropriately bestowed upon Washington than the afifectionate title, " Father Abraham," was given to Lincoln by the soldiers and loyal people of the North. The crowning glory of Lincoln's administration, and the greatest executive act in American history, was his immortal Proclamation of Emancipation. Perhaps more clearly than any one else, Lincoln had realized, years before he was called to the Presidency, that the country could not continue half slave and half free. He declared it before Seward declared the " Irrepressible conflict." The contest between 286 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. freedom and slavery was inevitable; it was written in the stars. The nation must either be all slave or all free. Lincoln, with almost super- natural prescience, foresaw it. His prophetic vision is manifested through all his utterances, notably in the great debate between him- self and Douglass. To him was given the duty and responsibility of making that great classic of liberty, the Declaration of Independence, no longer an empty promise, but a glorious fulfillment. — William McKin- ley, at Albany, N. Y., Lincoln's Birthday, 1895. A man of great ability, pure patriotism, unselfish nature, full of forgiveness to his enemies, bearing malice toward none, he proved to be the man above all others for the struggle through which the nation had to pass to place itself among the greatest in the family of nations. His fame will grow brighter as time passes and his great work is better understood. — U. S. Grant. Lincoln was a man of moderation. He was neither an autocrat nor a tyrant. If he moved slowly sometimes, it was because it was better to move slowly, and he was only waiting for his reserves to come up. Possessing almost unlimited power, he yet carried himself like one of the humblest of men. He weighed every subject. He considered and reflected upon every phase of public duty. He got the average judgment of the plain people. He had a high sense of justice, a clear understanding of the rights of others, and never heedlessly inflicted an injury upon any man. He always taught and enforced the doctrine of mercy and charity on every occasion. Even in the excess of rejoic- ing, he said to a party who came to serenade him a few nights after the Presidential election in November, 1864: " Now that the election is over, may not all having a common interest re-unite in common effort to save our country? So long as I have been here, I have not willingly planted a thorn in any man's bosom. While I am deeply sensible to the high compliment of a re-election, and duly grateful, as I trust, to Almighty God, for having directed my countrymen to a right con- clusion, as I think, for their own good, it adds nothing to my satisfac- tion that any other man may be disappointed or pained by the result." — William McKinley, at Albany, N. Y., Lincoln's Birthday, 1895. THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 287 The South was shocked inexpressibly by the foul assassination of Mr. Lincoln. The world has never held the South responsible for the act of the madman. Yet, horrified as they were, and stirred as were their generous sympathies at the cruel fate of their greatest antagonist, the Southern people knew not how much of hope for them, how much of love, how much of helpfulness in their hour of sorest need, lay buried in the coffin of Abraham Lincoln. As he had been the mainstay of the Union, he could have gone further than any other man in the North would have dared to do in the way of kindness and forgiveness to his foes. As he was truly great, he knew the constraining power of such magnanimity. As he was truly good, its exercise would have been to him the sweetest guerdon of his great endeavors and triumph. Yet fate decreed otherwise. The curse of his assassination was added to the calamity of defeat in the full cup of bitterness which was commended to the lips of the South during the long and humiliating years of recon- struction. Year by year she is learning to know Lincoln as he was, and not as she has pictured him. She is learning to realize that his devotion to the Union and his advocacy of emancipation were as natural to him as the cc«itrary views entertained by her own people. She is learning, above all, to realize that, strong and true to his convictions as he was, he was struck down at the very hour when he would have proved himself her friend, and that, whether viewed as a friend or as a foe, candor must class him among the wisest, truest, simplest and greatest men that America ever produced. — Ex-Governor George D. Wise, of Virginia. Lincoln was an immense personality — firm but not obstinate. Obstinacy is egotism — firmness, heroism. He influenced others with- out effort — unconsciously; and they submitted to him as men submit to nature — unconsciously. He was severe with himself, and for that reason lenient with others. He appeared to apologize for being kinder than his fellows. He did merciful things as stealthily as others committed crimes. Almost ashamed of tenderness, he said and did the noblest words and deeds with that charming confusion, that awkwardness, that is the perfect grace of modesty. 288 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. He wore no official robes either on his body or his soul. He never pretended to be more or less, or other, or different, from what he really was. He was neither tyrant nor slave. He neither knelt nor scorned. With him men were neither great nor small — they were right or wrong. Through manners, clothes, titles, rags and race he saw the real — that which is. Beyond accident, policy, compromise and war he saw the end. He was patient as Destiny, whose undecipherable hieroglyphs were so deeply graven on his sad and tragic face. — Robert G. IngersoU, at Dinner on Lincoln's Birthday. It is the glory of Lincoln that, having almost absolute power, he never abused it, except on the side of mercy. Wealth could not purchase, power could not awe, this divine, this loving man. He knew no fear except the fear of doing wrong. Hating slavery, pitying the master — seeking to conquer, not persons, but prejudices — he was the embodiment of self-denial, the courage, the hope, and the nobility of a Nation. He spoke not to inflame, not to upbraid, but to convince. He raised his hands, not to strike, but in benediction. He loved to see the pearls of joy on the cheeks of a wife whose husband he had rescued from death. Lincoln was the grandest figure of the fiercest Civil War. He is the gentlest memory of our world. — Robert G. IngersoU, at Dinner on Lincoln's Birthday. THE MAN FOR ME. Air, " The Rose that All are Praising." |£^ ^^^m^ ^ Et --$=f. Oh, he is not the man for me, Who buys or sells He sure is not the man for me. Whose spir - it will No, no, he's not the man for me, Whose voice o'er hill and plain a slave ; sue cumb, *=i m Nor When Breaks t^^ftqt ^^ E!& ^ 3=t i s=r :i=i==if: n he who will not set him free. But sends him to his grave. But men en-dowed with lib er ty Lie bleed- ing, bound and dumb. But forth for glo rious lib er ty. But binds him self the chain! ±. The ^' Eg^ ^ jzz r H — i^ — tu IE he whose no ble heart beats warm For all men's life and lib er - ty ; Who he whose faith - ful words of might Ring through the land from shore to sea, For might - iest of the no ble band Who prays and toils the world to free. With ^ ^1 9^ E^ r^ m^^$ Eg^ ^=^ loves a - like each hu - man form — Oh, that's the man for me, man's e ter nal e qual right, Oh, that's the man for me, head, and heart, and voice, and vote— Oh, that's the man for me. SS i^ Oh, Oh, Oh, ^ m -9 «— that's the man for me. Oh, that's the man for me. ^ ^ ^m THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. o captain! my captain! ******* O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done. The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting. While follow eyes, the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But, O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen, cold and dead. O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills — For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here, Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that, on the deck. You've fallen cold and dead! My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship comes in, with object won; Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread. Walk the deck my Captain lies Fallen, cold, and dead. — Walt Whitman. This man whose homely face you look upon, Was one of Nature's masterful, great men; Born with strong arms that unfought victories won, Direct of speech and cunning with the pen, Chosen for large designs, he had the art Of winning with his humor, and he went Straight to his mark, which was the human heart; Wise, too, for what he could not break, he bent. Upon his back, a more than Atlas' load. The burden of the Commonwealth was laid: He stooped, and rose up with it, though the road Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed. Hold, warriors, councilors, kings! All now give place To this dead Benefactor of the Race! — Richard Henry Stoddard. 291 292 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Here was a type of the true elder race. One of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face; I praise him not; it were too late; And some innative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the present gives, and cannot wait, Safe in himself as in a fate. So always, firmly, he; He knew to bide his time. And can his fame abide, Still patient in his simple faith sublime. Till the wise years decide. Great captains, with their guns and drums. Disturb our judgment for the hour. But at last silence comes. These are all gone, and, standing like a tower. Our children shall behold his fame. The kindly, earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame. New birth of our new soil, the first American. — James Russell Lowell. He was the North, the South, the East, the West, The thrall, the master, all of us in one; There was no section that he held the best; His love shone as impartial as the sun; And so. Revenge appealed to him in vain. He smiled at it, as at a thing forlorn. And gently put it from him, rose and stood A moment's space in pain. Remembering the prairies and the corn And the glad voices of the field and wood. And then when Peace set wing upon the wind And, northward flying, fanned the clouds away, He passed as martyrs pass. Ah, who shall find The chord to sound the pathos of that day ! Mid-April blowing sweet across the land, New bloom of freedom opening to the world. Loud paeans of the homeward-looking host, The salutations grand From grimy guns, the tattered flags unfurled; But he must sleep, to all the glory lost! — Maurice Thompson. THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 293 All days which are notable should be remembered. The world does well to mark its sense of the importance of such days, for one of the most fatal diseases of the mind is indifference, and hence every- thing which tends to rouse men out of their indifiference is beneficial. The life of Lincoln should never be passed by in silence by young or old. He touched the log cabin and it became the palace in which great- ness was nurtured. He touched the forest and it became to him a church in which the purest and noblest worship of God was observed. His occupation has become associated in our minds with the integrity of the life he lived. In Lincoln there was always some quality that fastened him to the people, and taught them to keep time to the music of his heart. Instances are given of his honesty, but there are tens of thousands of men as honest as he. The difference is that they are not able to concentrate the ideal of honor as he did. He reveals to us the beauty of plain backwoods honesty. He grew up away from the ethics of the colleges, but he acquired a sense of honesty as high and noble as the most refined of the teachers of ethics could compre- hend. — David Swing. Of Mr. Lincoln's general character I need not speak. He was warm-hearted; he was generous; he was magnanimous; he was most truly, as he afterwards said on a memorable occasion, " with malice toward none, with charity for all." He had a native genius far above his fellows. Every fountain of his heart was overflowing with the " milk of human kindness." From my attachment to him, so much deeper was the pang in my own breast, as well as of millions, at the horrible manner of his " taking off." This was the cHmax of our troubles, and the spring from which came unnumbered woes. But of those events, no more, now. Let not history confuse events. Emanci- pation was not the chief object of Mr. Lincoln in issuing the Proclama- tion. His chief object, the ideal to which his whole soufwas devoted, was the preservation of the Union. Pregnant as it was with coming events, initiative as it was of ultimate emancipation, it still originated, in point of fact, more from what was deemed the necessities of war, than from any purely humanitarian view of the matter. Life is all a mist, and in the dark our fortunes meet us! This was evidently the case 294 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. with Mr. Lincoln. He, in my opinion, was, like all the rest of us, an instrument in the hands of that Providence above us, that " Divinity which shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will." — Alexander Hamilton Stephens, of Georgia. The month of February contains two great days, — days that com- memorate the two most thrilling and imperial figures in our American history. There could not possibly be two more opposite and dissimilar types; the one with all the advantages of high station, culture and fine breeding, refinement and gracious surroundings; unspoiled, as gracious as the humblest among us all. And, then, that other; that singular and incomparable character, of whom, when anybody tells something more about his young life, you get a sense of how fine and high, amid all his poverty and hardship, it was; how truly noble that other was — our own Lincoln. What was it that made these two men great; one with inheritances to make greatness of an external kind; the other with only the simple ruggedness of a great character? What but this: That each one held himself, first of all, as a servant of the Power above him, and, sitting in the high chair of state, sat there remembering always that he was a servant of the people, and only that because he was the servant of God. — Right Rev. Henry C. Potter. An anecdote, showing Lincoln's merciful nature in a touching light, and related by Mr. L. E. Chittenden in his " Recollections of President Lincoln and His Administration," from authentic sources, is the one of the sleeping sentinel, William Scott, the Vermont boy, whose life Lincoln saved after he had been condemned to be shot. Lincoln personally saw Scott and talked with him a long time. Scott would not talk to his comrades of the interview afterward until one night, when he had received a letter from home, he finally opened his heart to a friend in this wise: " The President was the kindest man I had ever seen. I was scared at first, for I had never before talked with a great man. But Mr. Lin- coln was so easy with me, so gentle, that I soon forgot my fright. * * * He stood up, and he says to me, ' My boy, stand up here and THE FLAG BLESSES THE BIRTHDAY OF LINCOLN. 295 look me in the face.' I did as he bade me. ' My boy,' he said, ' you are not going to be shot to-morrow. I am going to trust you and send you back to your regiment. I have come up here from Washington, where I have a great deal to do, and what I want to know is how you are going to pay my bill.' There was a big lump in my throat. I could scarcely speak. But I got it crowded down and managed to say : ' There is some way to pay you, and I will find it after a little. There is the bounty in the savings bank. I guess we could borrow some money on a mortgage on the farm.' I was sure the boys would help, so I thought we could raise it, if it wasn't more than $500 or $600. ' But it is a great deal more than $500 or $600,' he said. Then I said I didn't see how, but I was sure I would find some way — if I lived. Then Mr. Lincoln put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my face as if he were sorry, and said: ' My boy, my bill is a very large one. Your friends cannot pay it, nor your bounty, nor your farm, nor all your comrades. There is only one man in all the world who can pay it, and his name is William Scott. If from this day William Scott does his duty, so that if I was there when he comes to die he can look me in the face as he does now, and can say: " I have kept my promise and I have done my duty as a soldier! " then my debt will be paid. Will you make that promise and try to keep it? ' I said I would make the promise and with God's help I would keep it. He went away out of my sight forever. I know I shall never see him again, but may God forget me if I ever forget his kind words or my promise." — Washington Star. Years pass away, but Freedom does not pass; Thrones crumble, but man's birthright crumbles not; And, like the wind across the prairie grass A whole world's aspirations fan this spot With ceaseless pantings after liberty, One breath of which would make even Russia fair, And blow sweet summer through the exile's care And set the exile free; For which I pray, here, in the open air Of Freedom's morning-tide, by Lincoln's grave. — Maurice Thompson. 296 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. We all recognize two characters in the annals of American his- tory that will ever be inseparably associated with the great War of the Rebellion^ with the heroic age of the country — Abraham Lincoln and Ulysses S. Grant. One the Commander-in-Chief, the other the Gen- eral-in-Chief of that immortal Union Army, baptized in blood, con- secrated in tearSj hallowed in prayers, an army whose memory will remain green in the hearts of a grateful people as long as manly courage is talked of or heroic deeds are honored. Both possessed in a remark- able degree that most uncommon of all virtues, common sense. With them there was no posing for effect; no indulgence in mock heroics; no mawkish sentimentality — possessions of the heart of the demagogue. Each was possessed of as brilliant an intellect as ever wore the mantle of mortality. The mind of each was one great storehouse of useful information. Neither laid any claim to knowledge he did not possess. Each seemed to feel that vaunted learning is, like hypocrisy, a form of knowledge without the power of it. Even where their characteristics were unlike, they only served to supplement each other, but added to that united power wielded for the welfare and safety of a republic. Both entered public life from the same great state; both were elected for a second time to the highest ofifice in the gift of the people. One fell a victim to an assassin's bullet, the other to the most dreaded form of fell disease, so that both may be crowned with the sublimity of mar- tyrdom. — General Horace Porter, Albany, N. Y., Lincoln's Birthday, 1895. LINCOLN. His towering figure, sharp and spare, Was with such nervous tension strung, As if on each strained sinew swung The burden of a people's care. His changing face what pen can draw? Pathetic, kindly, droll, or stern; And with a glance so quick to learn The inmost truth of all he saw. — Charles G. Halpine. LAUS DEO! John Greenleaf Whitxier. Arranged from Jonathan Battishill. i i S It is done! Clang of bells and roar Ring, O bells ! Every stroke ex ult It is done! In the circuit of Ring and swing, Bells of joy ! On morn r— of ing the ing's ^ :; gun tells sun wing i f Send the ti dings up Of the buri al hour Shall the sound there of Send the song of praise and of go a Ly.,; ■ — ^ 1 •^ fS> 1 f^ • «» — -1 I ts> 1 'j+ n r^ 1 lll '■It 1^ in I i i -eir ^ isr How the belfries Loud and long that It shall bid the With a sound of rock all sad bro reel ! hear, joice, chains jSZ. ^ W -s— joy ter belt lone — CS3 town! time! earth ! God! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the Ring for every listening ear of e It shall give the dumb a voice. It shall Tell the nations that He reigns, Who a from ni with is 7^ town ty joy . Lord to and the and a -7T- -r- By special arrangement with Houghton, Mifflin & Co. MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. FLAG-DAY MAKES SACRED JUNE 14TH. Quotations Song, Tlie American Flag. Selections Song, Our Flag. Selections Song, Flag of the Free. Selections Song, America. (299) FLAG-DAY. ^HIS day, June fourteenth, — more cheerful always in its associations than Memorial Day, even as the weather is fairer in mid- June than at the last of May, — more wide- spread in its significance than "the glorious Fourth," or the birthday of Washington or Lincoln, since the flag is the symbol of every great deed or event of patriotism, and not of any one man or fact alone, — is not yet generally observed as a national holiday. But the signs are many that the time will come when the jubilee of the flag will be kept with a display of waving colors — the blending of the matchless Red, White and Blue — such as will gladden the eyes of every American, young and old, and fan to a brighter flame the fire of patriotism in every heart. In this deepening and extending honor to the flag it is natural and possible for children to take the lead. And wherever and whenever they lead the way, the rest of us will fall into Hne. When the G. A. R. held its annual reunion in Buf- falo a few years ago, there was no sight " half so fine," so " never-to- be-forgotten " as the " Living Shield " of red, white and blue, composed of school children, several thousand in number, suitably arranged. When Syracuse kept the semi-centennial of its life as a city there was nothing that so drew and held the gaze of the thronging crowds as the sight of four hundred high-school girls arranged in the semblance and colors of a " Living Flag " — the boys meanwhile making the streets alive with color, as they marched in procession with waving banners. But of course it is not always possible, never necessary, to use such elaborate means in celebrating. At slight expense, let each boy and girl in a school be provided with a flag, and there is nothing rhythmic in speech or song for which they cannot easily supply an accompani- ment of waving flags; no march whose movement they cannot " time " with moving banners. And out of each Flag-day exercise, whether annual or oftener, there should come a better appreciation of the worth of the flag and the meaning of true patriotism. Moreover, the exercises may be greatly varied by the use of any number among the forty pro- grams which this book contains — for all the forty subjects, like a chorus of voices, " Rally 'Round the Flag." 302 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. QUOTATIONS. Our glory's path by stars it shows, And crimson stripes for Freedom's foes. — Henry P. Beck. God bless each precious fold. Made sacred by the patriot hands that now are still and cold. — Jennie GovM. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy Country's, Thy God's and Truth's. — William Shakespeare. One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, One nation, evermore. — Oliver Wendell Holmes. Bear that banner proudly up, young warriors of the land. With hearts of love, and arms of faith and more than iron hand. — Thomas Williams. Waves from sea to mountain crag. Freedom's starry Union flag. — Frederic Dennison. Let it float undimmed above, Till over all our vales shall bloom The sacred colors that we love. — Phoebe Gary. THE AMERICAN FLAG. Joseph Rodman Drake. In Unison or in Parts. 11 Maestoso. i X fcii U ^^^ John W. Tufts. dim. -t- -Sk-v IE ^3 -•-^ -*— a^ -&— ^^:» ^t=j ■j:"Tt ■ U I I I WhenFreedomfromhermountainheightUnfurledherstandard to the air, Shetore the az - Flag of the free heart's hope and home,By an - gelhandsto val - or given,Thy stars havelit ure the Ml J j' jTj.. J- :ri ?; ^^ }V-A -il— ^— d— # --i Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foebutf alls before us, With Freedom's soil be- ?^ -fi-fi—it- ^ ^ =t=t2=t: ^= i^ -Sl-r- — (V =3= -^--n -g-r-i-T ^ -f- ^ thun der of war ; might we a - dore; ai Ban ner so bright with star - ry light, In lib er ty's van for man - hood of man, jf^ "^ — r^$h- =?^= f; ^ :^ D.s. While thro' the sky loud rings the cry. ^ Fine. ^m^ ^ 56EE1E ^ :»=?= Float ev er proud ly from moun- tain to shore. Sym - bol of right thro' the years pass - ing o'er ! 5tt =t Em - blem of free - dom, Pride of our coun try, ±i=t ^^ I l/n ion and lib - er - ty ! One ev er - more ! ^ D.S. 4 t i ^ -0- — hope to the slave. Spread thy fair folds but to shield and to save, hon - or'd a far. Scat - ter each cloud that would dark en a star, M ^ ^ -^ ^^ - ± ^=1=3 ^^■ * From Levermore's " Academy Song Book." Published by Ginn & Co. By permission. THE FLAG MAKES SACRED JUNE FOURTEENTH. 310 Every nation has its flag. Every ship in foreign waters is known by the colors she shows at her peak. When we were colonies of Eng- land, we sailed and fought under her flag. We finally rebelled; it was nothing less; and to England our George Washington was merely a leading rebel. We were thirteen little States, fringed along on the Atlantic coast, with the unbroken forest behind us, and among the great family of nations we had neither place nor name. We had to fight to obtain due respect from all the great old nations who were looking on. Of course, we had no flag; we had to- earn that too. Our army at Cambridge celebrated New Year's Day, January i, 1776, by unfurling for the first time in an American camp the flag of thirteen stripes. On the 14th of June, 1776, Congress, which met then in Philadelphia, settled upon our style of flag. " It shall have," said they, " thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; and the union of the States shall be indicated by thirteen stars, white, in a blue field, repre- senting a new constellation." They followed up the adoption of a flag by a Declaration of Independence; and then we went to fighting harder than ever, and France acknowledged our independence, and helped us to make England acknowledge it. Afterward it was decided to add another star for every new State as it joined the Union. So that the constellation, as it is now, with forty-five stars in it, has grown a good deal from the original thirteen. But the stripes still remain the same in number, to remind us of the first Httle band of States " who fought it out " against Great Britain. — Kate Foote. Stream, Old Glory, bear your stars High among the seven; Stream a watchfire on the dark. And make a sign in Heaven! Out upon the four winds blow. Tell the world your story: Thrice in heart's blood dipped before They called your name Old Glory! When from sky to sky you float, Far in wide savannas, Vast horizons lost in light Answer with hosannas. 320 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Symbol of unmeasured power, Blessed promise sealing, AH your hills are hills of God, And all your founts are healing. Still to those, the wronged of earth. Sanctuary render: For hope, and home, and Heaven they see Within your sacred splendor! Stream, Old Glory, bear your stars High among the seven: Stream a watchfire on the dark. And make a sign in Heaven! — Harriet Prescott Spofford. THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER. Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight. O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the' bombs bursting in air. Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On that shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep. Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep. As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam. In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner — Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! ******* Oh, thus be it ever, when freerhen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just; And this be our motto: "In God is our trust;" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! — Francis Scott Key. THE FLAG MAKES SACRED JUNE FOURTEENTH. 321 SALUTE THE FLAG. Off with your hat as the flag goes by! And let the heart have its say: You're man enough for a tear in your eye That you will not wipe away. You're man enough for a thrill that goes To your very finger tips — Ay! the lump just then in your throat that rose, Spoke more than your parted lips. Lift up your boy on your shoulder high, And show him the faded shred; Those stripes would be red as the sunset sky If death could have dyed them red. Off with your hat as the flag goes by! Uncover the youngster's head; Teach him to hold it holy and high For the sake of its sacred dead. — H. C. Bunner. OLD FLAG FOREVER. She's up there, — Old Glory, — where lightnings are sped; She dazzles the nations with ripples of red; And she'll wave for us living, or droop o'er us dead, — The flag of our country forever! She's up there, — Old Glory, — how bright the stars stream! And the stripes, like red signals of liberty, gleam! And we dare for her, living, or dream the last dream, 'Neath the flag of our country forever! She's up there,— Old Glory, — no tyrant-dealt scars. No blur on her brightness, no stain on her stars! The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars. She's the flag of our country forever. — Frank L. Stanton. THE BANNER OF THE STARS. We'll never have a new flag, for ours is the true flag. The true flag, the true flag, the Red, White, and Blue flag. Hurrah! boys, hurrah! we will carry to the wars The old flag, the free flag, the Banner of the stars! And what tho' its white shall be crimsoned with our blood? And what tho' its stripes shall be shredded in the storms? To the torn flag, the worn flag, we'll keep our promise good. And we'll bear the starry blue flag with gallant hearts and arms. 2 J — R.W. Raymond. 322 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. The flag of a nation is the sign of its sovereignty. The American flag is but the historic parallel of older nations, and yet it stands alone in this — that from the day it was first unfurled in the breeze it has stood for manly independence and a people's government. It has never been sulHed by ignoble conquests, and it has been glorified by the proudest possible service in the cause of human freedom. And it is a curious fact that it is the oldest flag among the great nations of the world in its characteristic present form. Most of the older nations have modified the design of their flags within a hundred years, while ours remains unchanged. What splendid memories cluster about this beautiful flag! What heroic deeds have made immortal the gallant volunteer heroes who have defended it through all its perils and triumphs of over 120 years^ as it has floated in the van of the march of American progress and civilization on this continent! — Albert D. Shaw, Commander-in-Chief (1899-1900) G. A. R. The history of our country is grandly illustrated in our Stars and Stripes. New stars have been added to its field of blue as new States have been admitted into our Union. It had its origin in the era of Washington, when our republic was established, and it had its greatest trial in the epoch of Lincoln, when the mightiest civil war of the world tested its power and vindicated its supreme control and command over the discordant elements arrayed in deadly and brave attempt to destroy it. To-day this flag stands for no one party or section, but floats over the whole country, one and undivided, without sectional hates, united in the bonds of universal liberty and in the sentiments of an inspiring American civilization. It is the proud sign of peace among ourselves and with all the world. — Albert D. Shaw. Our beautiful flag is surrounded by touching memories and asso- ciations. Its bright stripes and fair stars are perishable, but the senti- ments it teaches, like the spirit of liberty, can never die. " These shall resist the Empire of decay, when time is o'er and worids have passed away." Let it be treasured as one of the greatest inspiring factors in THE FLAG MAKES SACRED JUNE FOURTEENTH. 323 the blessed work of science and art here devoted to the uplifting of the youth of our land along the plane of peace and happiness, and may it inspire coming generations to Stand by the flag! Its folds have streamed in glory, To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe; And spread in rhythmic lines the sacred story, Of Freedom's triumphs over all the globe. Stand by the flag! On land and ocean billow. By it our fathers stood, unmoved and true; Living, defended; dying, for their pillow^. With their last blessing, passed it on to you. Stand by the flag! All doubt and treason scorning, Believe, with courage firm and faith sublime. That it will float until the eternal morning Pales in its glories all the lights of time. ' — Extract from address presenting flag to the Brooklyn Institute of Arts and Sciences, from Albert D. Shaw. HATS off! Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines. Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by. Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great. Fought to make and to save the State; Weary marches and sinking ships; Cheers of victory on dying lips; 324 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Days of plenty and years of peace, March of a strong land's swift increase: Equal justice, right and law, Stately honor and reverent awe; Sign of a nation, great and strong To ward her people from foreign wrong; Pride and glory and honor, all Live in the colors to stand or fall. Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; And loyal hearts are beating high: Hats off! The flag is passing by! — H. H. Bennett. MONTEREY. We were not many, we who stood Before the iron sleet that day; Yet many a gallant spirit would Give half his years if but he could Have been with us at Monterey. Now here, now there, the shot it hailed In deadly drifts of fiery spray, Yet not a single soldier quailed When wounded comrades round them wailed Their dying shout at Monterey. And on, still on our column kept Through walls of flame its withering way; Where fell the dead, the living stept. Still charging on the guns which swept The slippery streets of Monterey. The foe himself recoiled aghast, When, striking where he strongest lay, Wa swooped his flanking batteries past. And braving full their murderous blast, Stormed home the towers of Monterey. THE FLAG MAKES SACRED JUNE FOURTEENTH. 325 Our banners on those turrets wave. And there our evening bugles play; Where orange-boughs above their grave, Keep green the memory of the brave Who fought and fell at Monterey. We are not many, we who pressed Beside the brave who fell that day; But who of us has not confessed He'd rather share their warrior rest Than not have been at Monterey? — Charles Fenno Hoffman. THE TWO FLAGS. On leaving England a few years ago Miss Willard saw from the hansom in which she was riding along Piccadilly the London omnibus, with its English flag at the fronts whereupon there came into her mind the words : " With its red for love, and its white for law, and its blue for the hope that our fathers saw of a larger liberty." This was pen- ciled at the moment, and on the train en route for Southampton to take the steamship for New York, Miss Willard wrote the accompany- ing lines, leaving them as a goodbye tribute in the hand of her friend, Lady Henry Somerset: The eyes that follow thee, old flag, are fond, A Western heart leaps up thy folds to greet, A Saxon's eyes confess the sacred bond As England's standard flutters down the street. With its red for love, and its white for law. And its blue for the hope that our fathers saw Of a larger liberty. Thou art the mother flag of destiny. Our banner of the spangled stars is trine; Cromwell was sire of Washington and we Claim the same cross that blazons thy ensign. With its red for love, and its white for law. And its blue for the hope that our fathers saw Of a larger liberty. 226 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. O, holy flags, bright with one household glow, Together light the highway of our God Till the dear cross of Christ to men shall show That stripes and stars both mark the path he trod, With their red for love, and their white for law, And their blue for the hope that our fathers saw Of a larger liberty. The long march of the nations shall be led By these two flags — till war and tumult cease Along the happy highway where shall tread The brotherhood of labor and of peace. With their red for love, and their white for law. And their blue for the hope that our fathers saw Of a larger liberty. — Miss Frances E. Willard. Wherever civilization dwells, or the name of Washington is known, it bears on its folds the concentrated power of armies and navies, and surrounds the votaries with a defense more impregnable than a battle- ment of wall or tower. Wherever on earth's surface an American citizen may wander, called by pleasure, business, or caprice, it is a shield, securing him against wrong and outrage. — Galusha A. Grow. MY COUNTRY, 'TIS OF THEE. Samuel Francis Smith. Moderato. Unknown. Air, "God Save the King.' -3 «- -^- ^ Et I. My coun try, 'tis 2. My na tive coun 3. Let mu sic swell 4. Our fa - thers' God, mf pIS^g^gE of thee. Sweet land of lib er - ty, try, thee — Land of the no ble free- the breeze, And ring from all the trees to Thee, Au thor of lib er ty. =t Ie ^^ I / 3 J^= w Of thee I sing ; Thy name I love ; Sweet free - dom's song; To Thee we sing ; Land where my I love thy Let mor tal Long may our fa thers died. Land of the rocks and rills. Thy woods and tongues a - wake ; Let all that land be bright With free - dom's :t: -^-- :t =fe-- ■*- — »- ^ --^m =l=s= Pil - grim's pride ; tem pled hills ; breathe par - take; ho ly light; From ev 'ry moun My heart with rap Let rocks their si - Pro - tect us by - tain side. Let free - dom ring. ture thrills, Like that a bove. lence break — The sound pro - long. Thy might, Great God, our King. 94 P. H. QILSON COMPANY, MUSIC TYPOQRAPHERS, BOSTON, U. •. A. MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. SELECTIONS IN PROSE AND POETRY ON Patriotism. Liberty. Declaration of Independence. Union. Constitution of the United Citizenship. States. The Nobility of Labor. (329) PATRIOTISM. O efforts to cultivate the spirit of loyalty and patriotism can, we believe, be more beneficial in their influence or lasting in their results than those which are directed to- wards the rising generation which is preparing for the duties of citizenship. Whatever can be done to create in the minds of the young an enthusiastic devotion to their country will contribute much to the well-being of the repubhc. We believe that the cultivation of this spirit should form a necessary part of every system of education. But it seems especially fitting that efforts of this kind should be made in connection with that part of our educational system which is supported by the public. Our public schools are an essential part of the American system. In them are being trained the reserve forces of our country; and they afford the best field, not only for diffusing an intelligent knowledge of our institutions, but also for cultivating that deep, patriotic impulse without which no nation can long exist. — From Report of Committee, New York Department, G. A. R., on " The Teachings of Civics and History." — Prof. W. C. Morey, Chairman. The one who would appreciate the greatness and true significance of American civilization must understand the sources of its develop- ment, the conditions of its growth, and the process of its evolution. He must imbibe the spirit of liberty, which in great measure prompted the colonization of this land. He must study the foundations of our local governments as they were laid by the early colonists, and follow these pioneers of the new world through the vicissitudes of their indus- trial, religious and political life. He must understand the nature of those constitutional rights to which they tenaciously clung and from which arose the majestic fabric of our free institutions. He must be translated to the days of 1776 and comprehend the great questions (331) 232 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. involved in the War of Independence. He must enter into the strug- gles which attended the formation of the Constitution. He piust understand the terrific issues which culminated in the Civil War, and the political principles which by that war became established. He must, in fine, see in the successive stages of our history the progressive growth of a great republic, stretching from ocean to ocean, which is at once democratic, representative and federative, " an indissoluble Union of indestructible States." To eliminate emotion from the study of our country's history would be as difficult as to repress the feeling of awe when contemplating the grandeur of its natural scenery. There are elements of greatness and sublimity in the expanding life of our nation which cannot fail to touch the soul of any sympathetic student. — Report, G. A. R., as above. The kind of patriotism which we, as survivors of the Civil War, would seek to promote and foster in the young is not a spirit bom of discord and strife, but a sentiment inspired by the love of our com- mon country, and a desire that all its citizens may be bound together by the possession of common rights and the recognition of common duties. It was for the preservation of the Union and the integrity of American institutions that we once fought, and it is for the same objects that we would still continue to labor. We are proud of the records of the war for the Union, but we are more proud of the Union which that war made perpetual. Not in the humiliation of the men who were defeated, but in the vindication of the principles which were triumphant, do we most sincerely rejoice. " With malice towards none, but with charity for all," we would maintain the unity and the honor of our great republic, the supremacy of its laws, and the spirit of absolute loyalty which must everywhere form an element of the truest citizenship. With all due respect for the bonds of local interest and the obligation of party ties, we believe in a patriotism which is not confined to any section or to any party, but which is as broad as the boundaries of our great nation, and which comprehends in its scope the highest welfare of the whole American people. — Report, G. A. R., as above. SELECTIONS ON PATRIOTISM. 333 The power that guided our fathers across the water and planted their feet on Plymouth Rock; the power that gave victory against the mother country, and assured our independence; the power that kept our Union from being torn asunder in civil strife, and freed the slave, and made us in fact, as in name, a nation; the power that gave us Manila Bay and Santiago Harbor, and the fertile island of Porto Rico, with loss of life so small that the story seems like the record of a miracle in the far Judean age: that selfsame power will keep and guide our flag in its goings across the Pacific seas, if we go, not for conquest, but for humanity, for civilization, and for liberty. — Stewart L. Wood- ford, Speech at New England Dinner, in New York. We cannot honor our country with too deep a reverence; we cannot love her with an affection too pure and fervent; we cannot serve her with an energy of purpose or a faithfulness of zeal too stead- fast and ardent. And what is our country? It is not the East, with her hills and her valleys, with her countless sails, and the rocky ram- parts of her shore. It is not the North, with her thousand villages, and her harvest-home, with her frontiers of the lake and the ocean. It is not the West, with her forest-sea and her inland isles, with her luxuriant expanses, clothed in the verdant corn, with her beautiful Ohio, and her majestic Missouri. Nor is it yet the South, opulent in the mimic snow of the cotton, in the rich plantations of the rustling cane, and in the golden robes of the rice-field. What are these but the sister families of one greater, better, holier family, our country? Be assured that we cannot, as patriot scholars, think too highly of that country, or sacrifice too much for her. — Thomas S. Grimke. With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphans — to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations. — Abraham Lincoln. 334 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. A man's country is not a certain area of land, but it is a principle, and patriotism is loyalty to that principle. So, with passionate hero- ism of which tradition is never weary of tenderly telling, Arnold von Winkelried gathers into his bosom the sheaf of foreign spears. So Nathan Hale, disdaining no service his country demands, perishes untimely, with no other friend than God and a satisfied sense of duty. So George Washington, at once comprehending the scope of the destiny to which his country was devoted, with one hand puts aside the crown, and with the other sets his slaves free. So, through all history, from the beginning, a noble army of martyrs has fought fiercely, and fallen bravely for that unseen mistress, their country. So, through all history to the end, as long as men believe in God, that army must still march, and fight and fall, — recruited only from the flower of mankind, cheered only by their own hope of humanity, strong only in their confidence in their cause. — George William Curtis. Observe good faith and justice toward all nations; cultivate peace and harmony with all. Religion and morality enjoin this conduct; and can it be that good policy does not equally enjoin it? It will be worthy of a free, enlightened, and, at no distant period, a great nation, to give to mankind the magnanimous and too novel example of a ■people always guided by exalted justice and benevolence. Who can doubt that, in the course of time and things, the fruits of such a plan would richly repay any temporary advantages which might be lost by a steady adherence to it? Can it be that Providence has not connected the permanent felicity of a nation with its virtue? The experiment, at least, is recommended by every sentiment which ennobles human nature. — George Washington. Is patriotism a narrow affection for the spot where a man was born? Are the very clods where we tread entitled to this ardent preference because they are greener? No, this is not the character of the virtue, and it soars higherfor its object. It is an extended self- love, mingling with all the enjoyments of life, and twisting itself with the minutest filaments of the heart. It is thus we obey the laws of SELECTIONS ON PATRIOTISM. 335 society, because they are the laws of virtue. In their authority we see, not the array of force and terror, but the venerable image of our coun- try's honor. Every good citizen makes that honor his own, and cherishes it, not only as precious but as sacred. He is willing to risk his life in its defense, and is conscious that he gains protection while he gives it. — Fisher Ames. What is it to be an American? Putting aside all the outer shows of dress and manners, social customs and physical peculiarities, is it not to believe in America, and in the American people? Is it not to have an abiding and moving faith in the future and in the destiny of America? — something above and beyond the patriotism and love which every man whose soul is not dead within him feels toward the land of his birth? Is it not to be national, and not sectional, inde- pendent, and not colonial? Is it not to have a high conception of what this great new country should be, and to follow out that ideal with loyalty and truth? — Henry Cabot Lodge. And how is the spirit of a free people to be formed and animated and cheered, but out of the storehouse of its historic recollections? Are we to be eternally ringing the changes upon Marathon and Ther- mopylae; and going back to read in obscure texts of Greek and Latin of the exemplars of patriotic virtue? I thank God that we can find them nearer home, in our own country, on our own soil; that strains of the noblest sentiment that ever swelled in the breast of man are breathing to us out of every page of our country's history, in the native eloquence of our native tongue; that the colonial and provincial coun- cils of America exhibit to us models of the spirit and character which gave Greece and Rome their name and their praise among nations. Here we may go for our instruction; the lesson is plain, it is clear, it is applicable. — Edward Everett. Have we not learned that not stocks nor bonds nor stately houses nor lands nor the product of the mill is our country? It is a spiritual thought that is in our minds. It is the flag and what it stands for. 336 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. It is its glorious history. It is the fireside and the home. It is the high thoughts that are in the heart, born of the inspiration which comes by the stories of their fathers, the martyrs to hberty; it is the graveyards into which our careful country has gathered the uncon- scious dust of those who have died. Here, in these things, is that which we love and call our country, rather than in anything that can be touched or handled. — Benjamin Harrison. I was born an American; I live an American; I shall die an American; and I intend to perform the duties incumbent upon me in that character to the end of my career. I mean to do this with absolute disregard of personal consequences. What are personal con- sequences? What is the individual man, with all the good or evil that may betide him, in comparison with the good or evil which may befall a great country, and in the midst of great transactions which concern that country's fate? Let the consequences be what they will, I am careless. No man can suffer too much, and no man can fall too soon, if he suffer, or if he fall, in the defense of the liberties and constitution of his country. — Daniel Webster. I have seen my countrymen, and I have been with them, a fellow- wanderer, in other lands ; and little did I see or feel to warrant the appre- hension, sometimes expressed, that foreign travel would weaken our patriotic attachments. One sigh for home — home, arose from all hearts. And why, from palaces and courts, why, from galleries of the . arts, where the marble softened into life, and painting shed an almost liv- ing presence of beauty around it, why, from the mountain's awful brow, and the lonely valleys and lakes touched with the sunset hues of old romance, why, from those venerable and touching ruins to which our very heart grows, why, from all these scenes, were they looking beyond the swellings of the Atlantic wave, to a dearer and holier spot on earth, — their own country? Doubtless, it was, in part, because it is their country! But it was also, as everyone's experience will testify, because they knew that there was no oppression, no pitiful exaction of petty tyranny; because that there they knew was no accredited and SELECTIONS ON PATRIOTISM. 337 irresistible religious domination; because that there they knew they should not meet the odious soldier at every corner, nor swarms of imploring beggars, the victims of misrule; that there no curse cause- less did fall, and no blight worse than plague and pestilence did descend amidst the pure dews of heaven; because, in fine, that there they knew was liberty — upon all the green hills and amidst all the peaceful vil- lages — liberty, the wall of fire around the humblest home; the crown of glory, studded with her ever-blazing stars, upon the proudest man- sion. — Orville Dewey. Here in this sylvan seclusion, amid the sunshine and the singing of birds, we raise the statue of the Pilgrim, that in this changeless form the long procession of the generations which shall follow us may see what manner of man he was to the outward eye, whom history and tradition have so often flouted and traduced, but who walked undis- mayed the solitary heights of duty and of everlasting service to man- kind. Here let him stand, the soldier of a free church, calmly defying the hierarchy, the builder of a free state serenely confronting the con- tinent which he shall settle and subdue. The unspeaking lips shall chide our unworthiness, the lofty mien exalt our littleness, the unblench- ing eye invigorate our weakness, and the whole poised and firmly planted form reveal the unconquerable moral energy — the master force of American civilization. So stood the sentinel on Sabbath morning, guarding the plain house of prayer while wife and child and neighbor worshipped within. So mused the Pilgrim in the rapt sun- set hour on the New England shore, his soul caught up into the daz- zling vision of the future, beholding the glory of the nation that should be. And so may that nation stand, forever and forever, the mighty guardian of human liberty, of godlike justice, of Christlike brother- hood. — George William Curtis, from oration on " The Pilgrim." Fourscore and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so con- 22 338 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. ceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remem- ber, what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It i« rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. — Abraham Lincoln, Speech at Gettysburg. Believe in your country, — be Americans. Give what you can of your time and thought to your country's service. Give as much as you can, but in any event take an interest in public affairs and do something. Whether partisan or independent, strive to be just, and to see things as they are. The men who are doing the work of the world are not perfect, and their work is not perfect, but it is under their impulse that the world moves. Live the life of your time, and take your share in its battles. You will be made, thereby, not only more effective, but more manly and more generous. — Henry Cabot Lodge. I believe in that old-fashioned patriotism which places America before all the world beside. I believe that the man who is the best father of a family is the best citizen, that a man who is the best patriot does the best service to his fellow-man. I remember reading, a short time ago, a little story about a Celtic regiment called the " Black Watch," which had been gone from home SELECTION ii ON PATRIOTISM. 339 for many years, and when it landed upon the shores again the men sprang trom the boats and immediately kneeled down and kissed the sands of Galway. That's the kind of patriotism we want nowadays. The patriotism that loves the soil upon which we tread, that loves the air that surrounds us here in America, that loves thi Stars and Stripes because they represent this great republic. The patriotism that not only seeks to defend our institutions, but which seeks to elevate our manhood and womanhood. The institutions under which we live are, after all, but men. Our institutions are but the hearts, intelligence and conscience of the American people, and their permanence depends upon the quality of American manhood. — Hon. Charles T. Saxton, Lieuten- ant-Governor of the State of New York, Albany, N. Y., Lincoln's Birthday, 1895. Patriotism has come rather generally to be interpreted as a will- ingness to fight and die for one's country and its institutions. That answers very well for a definition of patriotism during times of war, but is generally deficient in that it allows no room for patriotism in times of peace. If a man loves his country, and is true to her institutions, and affectionately concerned for their quality and permanence, there will be something which he will be all the time doing in her behalf. Shoot- ing our national enemies is only a small and accidental part of the matter. What our country needs most is men who will live for her rather than die for her, but live for her while there is no shooting to be done. — Rev. Charles H. Parkhurst. And for your country, boy, and for that flag, never dream but of serving her as she bids you. No matter what happens to you, no matter who flatters you or abuses you, never look at another flag, never let a night pass but you pray God to bless that flag. Remem- ber, that behind all these men you have to do with, behind officers, and government, and people even, there is the Country Herself, your Country, and that you belong to Her as you do belong to your own mother. Stand by her as you would stand by your own mother. — Edward Everett Hale, in " The Man without a Country:" 240 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. FROM THE " COMMEMORATION ODE." O beautiful, my country! Ours once more! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair, O'er such sweet brows as never other wore. And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse. The rosy edges of thy smile lay bare. What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it. Among the nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee? What all our lives to save thee? We reck not what we gave thee; We will not dare to doubt thee; But ask whatever else, and we will dare. — James Russell Lowell. Patriotism is not only a legitimate sentiment, but a duty. There are countless reasons why, as Americans, we should love our native land. We may feel no scruples as Christians in welcoming and nourish- ing a peculiar affection for its winds and soil, its coast and hills, its memories and its flag. We cannot more efficiently labor for the good of all men than by pledging heart, brain, and hands to the service of keeping our country true to its mission, obedient to its idea. Our patriotism must draw its nutriment and derive its impulse from knowl- edge and love of the ideal America, as yet but partially reflected in our institutions, or in the general mind of the Republic. Thus quick- ened it will be both pure and practical. — T. Starr King. THE patriot's ELYSIUM. There is a land, of every land the pride. Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night. There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest: Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and scepter, pageantry and pride, While in his softened looks benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend. "Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found?" Art thou a man? a patriot? look around! Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam. That land thy country, and that spot thy home! — James Montgomery. SELECTIONS ON PATRIOTISM. 341 In this extraordinary war, extraordinary developments have mani- fested themselves, such as have not been seen in former wars; and, among these manifestations, nothing has been more remarkable than these fairs for the relief of suffering soldiers and their famihes, and the chief agents in these fairs are the women of America! I am not accustomed to the use of language of eulogy. I have never studied the art of paying compliments to women; but I must say that, if all that has been said by orators and poets since the crea- tion of the world in praise of women were applied to the women of America, it would not do them justice for their conduct during the war. I will close by saying, God bless the women of America! — Abraham Lincoln. MY COUNTRY, TIS OF THEE. My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died. Land of the pilgrim's pride. From every mountain'^side Let freedom ring. My native country, thee. Land of the noble, free; Thy name I love. I love thy rocks and rills. Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze. And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song. Let mortal tongues awake. Let all that breathe partake. Let rocks their silence break. The sound prolong. 342 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Oar fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty. To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light: Protect us by Thy might. Great God, our King! — Samuel Francis Smith. Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said: " This is my own, my native land! " Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathes, go, mark him well — For him no minstrel raptures swell: High though his titles, proud his name. Boundless his wealth as wish can claim: Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self. Living, shall forfeit all renown. And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. ■Sir Walter Scott. God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand. Through storm and night! When the wild tempests rave. Ruler of wind and wave. Do Thou our country save By Thy great might. For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies: On Him we wait. Thou, who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye. To Thee aloud we cry, God save the State. ■John Sullivan Dwight. SELECTIONS ON PATRIOTISM. 343 A man's country is not merely that of his birth, so often a matter of chance, but the land of his happiness. Born in one quarter of the globe, without attachment for its associations, he may become so bound up and identified with that of his adoption as to hold it in every respect as his own true native land. In this light do very many of our citizens consider America. It has afforded shelter and refuge; it has recognized the liberty that is theirs through a common humanity. In no other land is there like freedom in matters of conscience, such recognition and appreciation of the great principles of religion, and the universal obligation of all men to seek the highest happiness of all. — Raphael Lasker. The first two words of the national motto are as much a part of it as the last. They have never been changed since their use began. They have been borne in every battle and on every march, by land or sea, in defeat as in victory. They are still blazoned on our escutcheon, and copied in every seal of office. May that motto never be mutilated or disowned. It should be written on the walls of the Capitol and on every statehouse. Its three words contain a faithful history; may they abide for ages, pledges of the future, as they are witnesses of the past. — David Dudley Field. THE BRAVE AT HOME. The maid who binds her warrior's sash With smile that well her pain dissembles, The while beneath her drooping lash One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles; Though Heaven alone records the tear, And Fame shall never know her story, Her heart has shed a drop as dear As e'er bedewed the field of glory! The wife who girds her husband's sword, 'Mid little ones who weep or wonder, And bravely speaks the cheering word, What though her heart be rent asunder; Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear The bolts of death around him rattle, Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er Was poured upon the field of battle! 344 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief. Kissing the patriot brow she blesses — With no one but her secret God To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod Received on Freedom's field of honor! — Thomas Buchanan Read. Give us but a part of that devotion which glowed in the heart of the younger Pitt and of our own elder Adams, who, in the midst of their agonies, forgot not the countries they had lived for, but mingled with the spasms of their dying hour a last and imploring appeal to the Parent of all mercies that He would remember, in eternal blessings, the land of their birth. Give us their devotion, give us that of the young enthusiast of Paris, who, listening to Mirabeau in one of his surpassing vindications of human rights, and, seeing him falling from his stand, dying, as a physician proclaimed, for the want of blood, rushed to the spot, and, as he bent over the expiring man, bared his arm for the lancet, and cried again and again, with impassioned voice, " Here, take it, oh ! take it from me ! let me die so that Mirabeau and the liberties of my country may not perish! " Give us something only of such a love of country, and we are safe, forever safe; the troubles which shadow over and oppress us now will pass away like a summer cloud. Give us this and we can thank God and say, " These, these, are my brethren, and Oh! this, this too, is my country! " — /. McDowell. The peace we have won is not a selfish truce of arms, but one whose conditions presage good to humanity. At Bunker Hill liberty was at stake, at Gettysburg the Union was the issue, before Manila and Santiago our armies fought, not for gain or revenge, but for human rights. They contended for the freedom of the oppressed, for whose welfare the United States has never failed to lend a hand to establish and uphold, and, I believe, never will. The glories of the war cannot be dimmed, but the result will be incomplete and unworthy SELECTIONS ON PATRIOTISM. 345 of US unless supplemented by civil victories harder possibly to win, in their way not less indispensable. We will have our difficulties and our embarrassments. They follow all victories and accompany all great responsibilities. They are inseparable from every great move- ment of reform. But American capacity has triumphed over all in the past. Doubts have in the end vanished. Apparent dangers have been averted or avoided, and our own history shows that progress has come so naturally and steadily on the heels of new and grave responsi- bilities that, as we look back upon the acquisition of territory by our fathers, we are filled with wonder that any doubt could have existed, or any apprehension could have been felt of the wisdom of their action or their capacity to grapple with the then untried and mighty prob- lems. The Republic is to-day larger, stronger, and better prepared than ever before for wise and profitable developments. Forever in the right, following the best impulses and clinging to high purposes, using properly and within right limits our power and opportunities, honorable reward must inevitably follow. — William McKinley. CENTENNIAL HYMN. Our fathers' God^ from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done, And trust thee for the opening one. ***** Oh! make Thou us through centuries long, In Peace secure, in Justice strong: Around our gift of Freedom, draw The safeguards of Thy righteous law; And, cast in some diviner mould. Let the new cycle shame the old. — John Creenkaf Whittier. Let me say a word for a little more patriotism m the schools. We have little in our every-day life to arouse patriotic ardor. We have no frequent or great exhibitions of power; no army to stand in awe of; no royalty to worship; no emblems or ribbons to dazzle the eye; and 346 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. but few national airs. We have elections so frequently, and then say such terribly hard things of each other, and about the management of government, that I imagine the children wonder what kind of a coun- try this is that they have been born into. There is no such inculcation of patriotism among our children as among the children of some other lands. If I had my way, I would hang the flag in every schoolroom, and I would spend an occasional hour in singing our best patriotic songs, in declaiming the masterpieces of our national oratory, and in rehearsing the proud story of our national life. — Andrew S, Draper. In the van of the progressive movement of civilization, our country alike greets the most ancient of nations, and the social fabric whose many centuries know no change. Further, she has garnered within her borders all colors, creeds^ and minds. Providence has bidden America to train, educate, uplift, blend in fraternity, eastern and western, northern and southern humanity. Here, in these United States, is the grandest school of the brotherhood of man! Here, the conscience and religion are free! Here, the Fatherhood of God is best illustrated in church, in government, and in the human institutions which interpret Him! In the old countries, the people are feared and despised; here, the people are trusted, made responsible, allowed to govern themselves. Here, in marvellous harmony, local forms of free- dom are blended with ^central power. — William E. GrifHs. Bereft of Patriotism, the heart of a nation will be cold and cramped and sordid; the arts will have no enduring impulse, and commerce no invigorating soul; society will degenerate and the mean and vicious triumph. Patriotism is not a wild and glittering passion, but a glorious reality. The virtue that gave to Paganism its dazzling lustre, to Bar- barism its redeeming trait, to Christianity its heroic form, is not dead. It still lives to console, to sanctify humanity. It has its altar in every clime; its worship and festivities. — Thomas F. Meagher. The name of Republic is .inscribed upon the most imperishable monuments of the species, and it is probable that it will continue to be associated, as it has been in all past ages, with whatever is heroic in SELECTIONS ON PATRIOTISM. ,.7 character, sublime in genius, and elegant and brilliant in the cultivation of art and letters. What land has ever been visited with the influence of liberty that did not flourish like the spring? What people has ever worshipped at her altars without kindling vnth a loftier spirit, and putting forth more noble energies? Where has she ever acted that her deeds have not been heroic? Where has she ever spoken that her eloquence has not been triumphant and suUime? — Hugh S. Legare. The sheet anchor of the ship of state is the common school. Teach, first and last, Americanism. Let no youth leave the school without being thoroughly grounded in the history, the principles, and the incalculable blessings of American liberty. Let the boys be the trained soldiers of constitutional freedom, the girls the intelligent lovers of freemen. — Chauncey M. Depew. No phrase ever embodied more truth than the oft-repeated one that " Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty/' and our work as patriots is no less binding to-day than in the days when we wore the army blue. Let it be our lofty aim to emulate the patriotism of those who gave their lives that Government of the People, by the People, and for the People, might not perish from the earth. — Oscar D. Robinson. Patriotism is one of the positive lessons to be taught in every school. Everything learned should be flavored with a genuine love of country. Every glorious fact in the nation's history should be em- phasized, and lovingly dwelt upon. The names of her illustrious citizens should be treasured in the memory. Every child should feel that he is entitled to a share, not only in the blessings conferred by a free government, but also in the rich memories and glorious achieve- ments of his country. — Richard Edwards. A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is principle; and patriotism is loyalty to that principle. In poetic minds and in popular enthusiasm, this feeling becomes closely associated with the soil and the symbols of the country. But the secret sanctification of the soil and the symbol is the idea which they represent; and this idea the patriot worships, through the name and 348 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. the symbol, as a lover kisses with rapture the glove of his mistress and wears a lock of her hair upon his heart. — George W. Curtis. I am no pessimist as to this Republic. I always bet on sunshine in America. I know that my country has reached the point of perilous greatness, and that strange forces, not to be measured or compre- hended, are hurrying her to heights that dazzle and blind all mortal eyes, but I know that beyond the uttermost glory is enthroned the Lord God Almighty, and that when the hour of her trial has come He will lift up his everlasting gates and bend down above her in mercy and in love. For with her He has surely lodged the ark of His covenant with the sons of men. And the Republic will endure. Centralism will be checked, and liberty saved — plutocracy overthrown and equality restored. The struggle for human rights never goes backward among English-speaking people. The trend of the times is with us. — Henry W. Grady. THE SHIP OF STATE. Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union strong and great! Humanity, with all its fears, With all its hopes of future years. Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what master laid Thy keel. What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what anvils beat. In what a forge and what a heat. Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave, and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail. And not a rent made by the gale; In spite of rock and tempest roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fea- to breast the seal Our hearts, our hopes are all with thee: Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears. Our f^ith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, are aJl with thee. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. SELECTIONS ON PATRIOTISM. 345 The time has come when the history of our own country should stand among the fundamental studies to be pursued in our schools. In the teaching of history, we need not attach first importance to the dates of battles, the number of men engaged upon each side, or the number killed and wounded. These are but incidents in history. We should teach causes and results. We need not teach that the soldiers on one side were braver than the soldiers on the other. The " boys in gray " who stood up against you at Gettysburg and a hundred other battle- fields were as brave as you were. We know that they were mistaken, but they were brave, and they were Americans. They have done their share in making American history, and one happy result of the war with Spain is that sectional lines have been wiped out and no longer is there any North and South in the consideration of American bravery. We need not spend any time in demonstrating the bravery of the American people. It has been thoroughly tested and the whole world knows it. I believe that we should teach these things to our children. — Hon. Charles R. Skinner, Speech before G. A. R. Committee. One of the definitions of patriotism is " love of country." If we do not teach our boys and girls to love their country, how can we teach them to be patriotic? Patriotism is sometimes misunderstood. Patriotism is not an impulse or a sentiment, but a conviction. Where the heart is right, there you will find true patriotism. I want a patriot- ism that does not wait for the firing of a gun on a national hohday to manifest itself. , I want a patriotism which is good every day in the year, and which means an understanding of public duty and a determi- nation to perform that duty. — Hon. Charles R. Skinner, Speech before G. A. R. Committee. Here, at last, is its sacred secret revealed! It is in the patriotic instinct which has brought to this field the army of Northern Virginia and the army of the Potomac. It lies in the manly emotion with which the generous soldier sees only the sincerity and courage of his ancient foe and scorns suspicion of a lingering enmity. It lies in the perfect freedom of speech, and perfect fraternity of spirit, which now for three 350 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. days have glowed in these heroic hearts, and echoed in this enchanted air. These are the forces that assure the future of our beloved country ! May they go before us on our mighty march, a pillar of cloud by day, of fire by night! Happy for us, happy for mankind, if we and our children shall comprehend that they are the fundamental conditions of the life of the Republic! Then, long after, when, in a country whose vast population, covering the continent with the glory of a civilization which the imagination cannot forecast, the completed century of the great battle shall be celebrated, the generation which shall gather here, in our places, will rise up and call us blessed ! Then, indeed, the fleeting angel of this hour will have yielded his most precious benediction; and in the field of Gettysburg, as we now behold it, the blue and the gray blending in happy harmony, like the mingling hues of the summer landscape, we may see the radiant symbol of the triumphant America of our pride, our hope, and our joy! — George William Curtis. THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE. fE hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; that to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed." There is the origin of Popular Sovereignty. Who, then, shall come in at this day and claim that he invented it? That is the electric cord in the Declaration that links the hearts of patriotic and liberty-loving men together; that will link those patriotic hearts as long as the love of freedom exists in the minds of men throughout the world. — Abraham ' Lincoln. It is in vain for demagogism to raise its short arms against the truth of history. The Declaration of Independence stands there. No candid man ever read it without seeing and feeling that every word of it was dictated by deep and earnest thought, and that every sentence of it bears the stamp of philosophic generality. It is the summing up of the results of the philosophical development of the age; the practical embodiment of the progressive ideas which, far from being confined to the narrow limits of the English colonies, pervaded the atmosphere of all civilized nations. — Carl Schurs. I have never had a feeling, politically, that did not spring from the sentiments embodied in the Declaration of Independence. I have often pondered over the dangers which were incurred by the men who assem- bled here and framed and adopted the Declaration of Independence. I have pondered over the toils that were endured by the officers and soldiers of the army who achieved that independence. I have often inquired of myself what great principle or idea it was that kept this confederacy so long together. It was not the mere matter of the (351) 352 MANUAL OP PATRIOTISM. separation of the colonies from the motherland, but that sentiment in the Declaration of Independence which gave liberty, not alone to the people of this country, but, I hope, to the world for all future time. It was that which you promised, that in due time the weight would be Hfted from the shoulders of all men. This is the sentiment embodied in the Declaration of Independence. — Abraham Lincoln. On the fourth of July, 1776, the representatives of the United States of America, in Congress assembled, declared that these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent states. This Declaration, made by most patriotic and resolute men, trusting in the justice of their cause and the protection of Providence — and yet not without deep solicitude and anxiety — has stood for seventy- five years, and still stands. It was sealed in blood. It has met dangers and overcome them; it has had enemies and it has conquered them; it has had detractors and it has abashed them all; it has had doubting friends, but it has cleared all doubts away; and, now, to-day, raising its august form higher than the clouds, twenty millions of people contem- plate it with hallowed love, and the world beholds it, and the conse- quences which have followed, with profound admiration. — Daniel Webster. The Declaration of Independence is the grandest, the bravest, and the profoundest political document that was ever signed by the repre- sentatives of the people. It is the embodiment of physical and moral courage and of political wisdom. I say physical courage because it was a declaration of war against the most powerful nation then on the globe; a declaration of war by thirteen weak^ unorganized colonies; a declaration of war by a few people, without military stores, without wealth, without strength, against the most powerful kingdom on the earth; a declaration of war made when the British navy, at that day the mistress of every sea, was hovering along the coast of America, looking after defenceless towns and villages to ravage and destroy. It was made when thousands of English soldiers were upon our soil, and when the principal cities of America were in the substantial possession of the enemy. And so I say, all things considered, it was the bravest political document ever signed by man. — Robert G. Ingersoll. THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES. ["E can give up everything but our Constitution, which is 1^, the sun of our system. As the natural sun dispels fogs, heats the air, and vivifies and illumines the world, even so does the Constitution, in days of adversity and gloom, come out for our rescue and our enlightening. If the luminary which now sheds its light upon us and invigorates our sphere shotild sink forever in his ocean bed, clouds, cold, and perpetual death would environ us; and if we suffer our other sun, the Constitu- tion, to be turned from us, if we neglect or disregard its benefits, if its beams disappear but once in the west, anarchy and chaos will have come again, and we shall grope out in darkness and despair the remain- der of a miserable existence. — Daniel Webster. In order to understand the theory of the American Government, the most serious, calm, persistent study should be given to the Con- stitution of the United States. I don't mean learning it by heart, com- mitting it to memory. What you want is to understand it; to know the principles at the bottom of it; to feel the impulse of it; to feel the heart-beat that thrills through the whole American people. That is the vitality that is worth knowing; that is the sort of politics that excels all the mysteries of ward elections, and lifts you up into a view where you can see the clear skies, the unknown expanse of the future. — Charles A. Dana. Every free government is necessarily complicated, because all such governments establish restraints, as well on the power of government itself as on that of individuals. If we will abolish the distinction of branches and have but one branch; if we will abohsh jury trials, and leave all to the judge; and if we place the executive power in the same hands, we may readily 'simplify government. We may easily bring it to the simplest of all possible forms, — a pure despotism. But a separa- 23 (353) 354 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. tion of departments, so far as practicable, and the preservation of clear lines of division between them, is the fundamental idea in the creation of all our constitutions; and, doubtless, the continuance of regulated liberty depends on maintaining these boundaries. — Daniel Webster. There never existed an example before of a free community spread- ing over such an extent of territory; and the ablest and profoundest thinkers, at the time, believed it to be utterly impracticable that there should be. Yet this difficult problem was solved — successfully solved — by the wise and sagacious men who framed our Constitution. No; it was above unaided human wisdom — above the sagacity of the most enlightened. It was the result of a fortunate combination of circum- stances co-operating and leading the way to its formation, directed by that kind Providence which has so often and so signally disposed events in our favor. — John C. Calhoun. The Constitution of the United States, the nearest approach of mortal to perfect political wisdom, was the work of men who purchased liberty with their blood, but who found that, without organization, free- dom was not a blessing. They formed it, and the people, in their intel- ligence, adopted it. And what has been its history? Has it trodden down any man's rights? Has it circumscribed the liberty of the press? Has it stopped the mouth of any man? Has it held us up as objects of disgrace abroad? How much the reverse! It has given us character abroad; and when, with Washington at its head, it went forth to the world, this young country at once became the most interesting and imposing in the circle of civilized nations. — Daniel Webster. LIBERTY. SELECTIONS. Is it nothing, then, to be free? Is it nothing that we are RepubU- cans? Can anything be more striking and sublime than the idea of an Imperial Republic, spreading over an extent of territory more immense than the empire of the Caesars in the accumulated conquests of a thousand years, without prefects, or proconsuls, or publicans, founded in the maxims of common sense, employing within itself no arms but those of reason^ and known to its subjects only by the bless- ings it bestows or perpetuates, yet capable of directing against a for- eign foe all the energies of a military despotism, — a Republic in which men are completely insignificant, and principles and laws exercise throughout its vast dominion a peaceful and irresistible sway, blending in one divine harmony , such various habits and conflicting opinions; and mingling in our institutions the light of philosophy with all that is dazzling in the associations of heroic achievement and extended domi- nation, and deep-seated and formidable power ! — Hugh S. Legare. A government founded upon anything except liberty and justice cannot and ought not to stand. All the wrecks on either side of the stream of time, all the wrecks of the great cities, and all the nations that have passed away — all are a warning that no' nation founded upon injustice can stand. From the sand-enshrouded Egypt, from the marble wilderness of Athens, and from every fallen, crumbling stone of the once mighty Rome, comes a wail, as it were, the cry that no nation founded upon injustice can permanently stand. — Robert G. Inger- soll. Liberty has been the battle-cry which has led to victory on a thou- sand battlefields; it wrung from King John the Magna Charta; it razed the Bastile to the ground; it peopled the solitudes of America with a hardy race of pilgrims; it led Washington and his faithful army through the perils and sufferings of a seven years' war. It has been the pre- (3.S5) 3S6 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. siding genius which, age after age, in Greece, Rome, Switzerland, England, France, America, and in the South Seas, has molded constitu- tions, framed laws, and elaborated institutions, all seeking to secure to the individual the highest possible liberty. — Thomas J. Morgan. Is true freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And with leathern hearts forget That we owe mankind a debt? No! True freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And with heart and hand to be Earnest to make others free! They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three. — lames Russell Lowell. All who stand beneath our banner are free. Ours is the only flag that has in reality written upon it " Liberty, Equality, Fraternity " — the three grandest words in all the languages of men. Liberty: give to every man the fruit of his own labor — the labor of his hand and of his brain. Fraternity : every man in the right is my brother. Equality : the rights of all are equal. No race, no color, no previous condition, can change the rights of men. The Declaration of Independence has at least been carried out in letter and in spirit. To-day, the black man looks upon his child and says : " The avenues of distinction are open to you — upon your brow may fall the civic wreath." We are celebrating the courage and wisdom of our fathers, and the glad shout of a free people, the anthem of a grand nation, commencing at the Atlantic, is following the sun to the Pacific, across a continent of happy homes. Robert G. Ingersoll. SELECTIONS ON LIBERTY. 357 The land of Freedom! Sea and shore Are guarded now^ as when Her ebbing waves to victory bore ^ Fair barks and gallant men: O many a ship of prouder name May wave her starry fold. Nor trail, with deeper line of fame. The paths they swept of old! — Oliver Wendell Holmes. O Freedom! Thou are not, as poets dream, A fair young girl, with light and deUcate limbs, And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his slave When he took off the gyves. A bearded man^ Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword: thy brow. Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars: Thy massive limbs Are strong with struggling. Power at thee has launched His bolts and with his lightnings smitten thee: They could not quench the light thou hast from Heaven. — Alfred Tennyson. In relation to the principle that all men are created equal, let it be as nearly reached as we can. If we cannot give freedom to every creature, let us do nothing that will impose slavery upon any other creature. I leave you, hoping that the lamp of liberty will bum in your bosoms until there shall be no longer a doubt that all men are created free and equal. — Abraham Lincoln. Hope of the world! Thou hast broken its chains, Wear thy bright arms while a tyrant remains: Stand for the right till the nations shall own Freedom their sovereign, with law for her throne! Freedom! Sweet Freedom! Our voices resound, Queen by God's blessing, unsceptered, uncrowned! Freedom! Sweet Freedom! Our pulses repeat. Warm with her life blood, as long as they beat! 358 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Fold the broad banner-stripes over her breast. Crown her with star-jewels, Queen of the West! Earth for her heritage, God for her friend, She shall reign over us, world without end! — Oliver Wendell Holmes. SONG FOR INDEPENDENCE. Hail to the planting of Liberty's Tree! Hail to the charter declaring us free! Millions of voices are chanting its praises, Millions of worshippers bend at its shrine. Wherever the sun of America blazes. Wherever the stars of our bright banner shine. Sing to the heroes who breasted the flood That, swelling, rolled o'er them, a deluge of blood. Fearless they clung to the ark of the nation. And dashed on 'mid lightning, and thunder, and blast. Till Peace, like the dove, brought her branch of salvation. And Liberty's mount was their refuge at last. Bright is the beautiful land of our birth. The home of the homeless all over the earth. Oh! Let us ever, with fondest devotion, The freedom our fathers bequeathed us watch o'er. Till the angel shall stand on the earth and the ocean, And shout 'mid earth's ruins that Time is no more. — Alfred B. Street. THE UNION. SELECTIONS. I profess, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the v^^hole country, and the preservation of our Federal Union. It is to that Union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that Union that we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country. That Union we reached only by the discipline of our virtue in the severe school of adversity. It had its origin in the necessities of disordered finance, prostrate commerce and ruined credit. Under its benign influences^ these great interests immediately awoke, as from the dead, and sprang forth with newness of life. Every year of its dura- tion has teemed with fresh proof of its utility and its blessings, and although our country has stretched out, wider and wider, and our population spread farther and farther, they have not outrun its protec- tion or its benefits. It has been to us all a copious fountain of national, social, and personal happiness. — Daniel Webster. There are four things which I humbly conceive are essential to the well-being — I may even venture to say, to the existence — of the United States, as an independent power. First. An indissoluble Union of the states under one Federal head. Second. A sacred regard to public justice. Third. The adoption of a proper peace establishment. Fourth. The prevalence of that pacific and friendly disposition among the people of the United States which will induce them to forget their local prejudices and politics; to make those mutual con- cessions which are requisite to the general prosperity; and, in some instances, to sacrifice their individual advantages tO' the interest of the community. These are the pillars on which the glorious fabric of our inde- pendence and national character must be supported. Liberty is the (359) 360 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. basis. And whoever would dare to sap the foundation, or overturn the structure, under whatever specious pretext he may attempt it, will merit the bitterest execration and the severest punishment which can be inflicted by his injured country. — George Washington. While every part of our country feels an immediate and particular interest in Union, all the parts combined cannot fail to find, in the united mass of means and efforts, greater strength, greater resource, proportionably greater security from external danger, a less frequent interruption of their peace by foreign nations; and, what is of inestima- ble value, they must derive from the Union an exemption from those broils and wars between themselves which so frequently afflict neigh- boring countries not tied together by the same government, which their own rivalships alone would be sufficient to produce, but which opposite foreign alliances, attachments, and intrigues would stimulate and embitter. Hence, likewise, they will avoid the necessity of those overgrown military establishments which, under any form of govern- ment, are inauspicious to liberty, and which are to be regarded as par- ticularly hostile to Republican Liberty. In this sense it is. that your Union ought to be considered as a main prop of your liberty, and that the love of the one ought to endear to you the preservation of the other. — George Washington. If Washington were now amongst us, and if he could draw around him the shades of the great public men of his own days — patriots and warriors, orators and statesmen — and were to address us in their pres- ence, would he not say to us: " Ye men of this generation, I rejoice and thank God for being able to see that our labors and toils and sacrifices were not in vain. The fire of liberty burns brightly and steadily in your hearts, while duty and the law restrain it from bursting forth in wild and destructive conflagration. Cherish liberty as you love it, cherish its securities as you wish to preserve it. Maintain the Constitution which we labored so painfully to establish, and which has been to you such a source of inestimable blessings. Preserve the Union of the States, cemented as it was by our prayers, our tears, and our blood. SELECTIONS ON THE UNION. 361 Be true to God, your country, and your duty. So shall that Almighty Power, which so graciously protected us, and which now protects you, shower its everlasting blessings upon you and your posterity." — Daniel Webster. A nation may be said to consist of its territory, its people, and its laws. The territory is the only part which is of certain durability. " One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh, but the earth abideth forever." It is of the first importance to duly con- sider and estimate this ever-enduring part. That portion of the earth's surface which is owned and inhabited by the people of the United States is well adapted to be the home of one national family, and it is not well adapted for two or more. Its vast extent, and its variety of climate and productions, are of advantage in this age for one people, whatever they might have been in former ages. Steam, telegraphs, and intelligence have brought these to be an advantageous combina- tion for one united people. There is no Hne, straight or crooked, suit- able for a national boundary, upon which to divide. Trace through from East to West upon the line between the free and slave country, and we shall find a little more than one-third of its length are rivers, easy to be crossed and populated, or soon to be populated thickly upon both sides; while nearly all its remaining length are merely surveyor's lines, over which people may walk back and forth without any con- sciousness of their presence. No part of this line can be made any more difficult to pass by writing it down on paper or parchment as a national boundary. — Abraham Lincoln. For my part, I have never believed in isothermal lines, air lines and water lines separating distinct races. I no more believe that that river yonder, dividing Indiana and Kentucky, marks off two distinct species than I believe that the great Hudson, flowing through the state of New York, marks o£f distinct species. Such theories only live in the fancy of morbid minds. We are all one people. Commercially, financially, morally, we are one people. Divide as we will into parties, we are one people. * * * 51: * * . * 362 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. The silken folds that twine about us here, for all their soft and careless grace, are yet as strong as hooks of steel. They hold together a united people and a great nation. The South says to the North, as simply and as truly as was said three thousand years ago in that far away meadow by the side of the mystic sea: " Thy people shall be my people, and thy God, my God." — Henry Watterson. My fellow countrymen of the North, we join you in setting apart this land as an enduring monument of peace, brotherhood, and per- petual union. I repeat the thought, with additional emphasis, with singleness of heart and of purpose, in the name of a common country, and of universal human liberty; and, by the blood of our fallen brothers, we unite in the solemn consecration of these hallowed hills, as a holy eternal pledge of fidelity to the life, freedom, and unity of this cherished Republic. — John B. Gordon. What the sun is in the heavens, diffusing light and warmth, and, by its subtle influence, holding the planets in their orbits, and preserv- ing the harmony of the universe, such is the sentiment of nationality in a people, diffusing life and' protection in every direction, holding the faces of Americans always toward their homes, protecting the states in the exercise of their just powers, and preserving the harmony of all. We must have a Nation. It is a necessity of our poHtical existence. We should cherish the idea that, while the states have their rights, sacred and inviolable, which we should guard with untiring vigilance, never permitting an encroachment upon them, and ever remembering that such encroachment is as much a violation of the Constitution of the United States as to encroach upon the rig-hts of the general gov- ernment, still bear in mind that the states are but subordinate parts of one great nation; that the nation is over all, even as God is over the universe. — Oliver P. Morton. There is nothing more national in all this Repubhc than the spirit that saved the Union. The soldiers fought for the whole Union, and the spirit that animated us was the spirit of nationality against the spirit of sectionalism, and, in defending the truths for which we fought, we were national to the core and sectional in nothing. It was the spirit SELECTIONS ON THE UNION. 363 of sectionalism against which we fought, and the spirit of broad, united nationahty which we defended, and will defend while we live * * * What could be more national as a material thing than the Mississippi River? We made that the river of one people, from Fort Benton, far up under the British line, down to the gulf; and every wave, every drop from the lakes at the far north goes singing of the Union all the way down till it joins the tropical ocean, and we made the song of the Union ring along its banks, and the people that inhabit its shores, one people, I trust, forever. The mountain chains that God made are one, and we made the people and the government that dwell on these mountains, in these valleys, — one, like the ocean, — one, like the ever- lasting hills, and one will we be with them forevermore. — James A. Garfield, Address at a Reunion. The drama of the Revolution opened in New England, culminated in New York, and closed in Virginia. It was a happy fortune that the three colonies which represented the various territorial sections of the settled continent were each in turn the chief seat of war. The com- mon sacrifice, the common struggle, the common triumph, tended to weld them locally, politically, and morally together. * * * 'pj^g voice of Patrick Henry from the mountains answered that of James Otis by the sea. Paul Revere's lantern shone through the valley of the Hudson, and flashed along the cliffs of the Blue Ridge. The scat- tering volley of Lexington Green swelled to the triumphant thunder of Saratoga, and the reverberation of Burgoyne's falling arms in New York shook those of Cornwallis in Virginia from his hands. Doubts, jealousies, prejudices, were merged in one common devotion. The union of the colonies to secure liberty foretold the union of the states to maintain it, and wherever we stand on revolutionary fields, or inhale the sweetness of revolutionary memories, we tread the ground and breathe the air of invincible national union. — George William Curtis, Oration on Burgoyne's Surrender. While the Union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying pros- pects spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that, I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that in my day, at least, that 364 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. curtain may not rise! God grant that on my vision never may be opened what Hes behind! When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on states^ dis- severed, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, with fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the glorious ensign of the Republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing for its motto no such miserable interrogatory as — What is all this worth? — nor those other words of delusion and folly — Liberty first and Union afterwards — but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable. — Daniel Webster. We cannot escape history. We of this Congress, and this admin- istration will be remembered in spite of ourselves. No personal signifi- cance or insignificance can spare one or another of us. The fiery trial through which we pass will light us down in honor or dishonor to the latest generation. We say that we are for the Union. The world will not forget that we say this. We know how to save the Union. The world knows we do know how to save it. We — even we here — hold the power and bear the responsibihty. In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom to the free — honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve. We shall nobly save or meanly lose the last hope of earth. Other means may succeed; this could not, cannot, fail. This way is plain, peaceful, generous, just — a way which, if followed, the world will forever applaud, and God must forever bless. — Abraham Lin- coln. The nation has been at war, not within its own shores, but with a foreign power, a war waged not for revenge or aggrandizement, but for our oppressed neighbors, for their freedom and amelioration. It was short, but decisive. It recorded a succession of significant victories SELECTIONS ON THE UNION. 365 on land and on sea. It gave new honors to American arms. It has brought new problems to the Republic, whose solution will tax the genius of our people. United we will meet and solve them, with honor to ourselves, and to the lasting benefit of all concerned. The war brought us together; its settlement will keep us together. Reunited! Glorious realization! It expresses the thought of my mind, and the long deferred consummation of my heart's desire as I stand in this presence. It interprets the hearty demonstration here witnessed, and is the patriotic refrain of all sections and all lovers of the Republic. Reunited, one country again and one country forever. Proclaim it from the press and pulpit; teach it in the schools; write it across the skies. The world sees and feels it. It cheers every heart. North and South, and brightens the life of every American home. Let nothing ever strain it again. At peace with all the world and with each other, what can stand in the pathway of our progress and prosperity? — William McKinley. UNION AND LIBERTY. Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battlefield's thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and illumined in story, Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame! Up with our banner bright, Sprinkled with starry light, Spread its fair emblems from rnountain to shore, While through the sounding sky Loud rings the Nation's cry, Union and Liberty! One Evermore! Light of our firmament, guide of our Nation, Pride of her children, and honored afar, Let the wide beams of thy full constellation Scatter each cloud that would darken a star! Lord of the Universe! Shield us and guide us, Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun! Thou hast united us, who shall divide us? Keep us, O keep us, the MANY IN ONE. — Oliver Wendell Holmes. CITIZENSHIP. SELECTIONS. Citizens by birth or choice, of a common country, that country has a right to concentrate your affections. The name of Ameri- can, which belongs to you in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of patriotism, more than any appellation derived from local discriminations. With slight shades of difference, you have the same religion, manners, habits, and political principles. You have, in a common cause, fought and triumphed together. The inde- pendence and liberty you possess are the work of joint counsels, and joint efforts, of common dangers, sufferings and successes. :je a|; :^ :{: H< ^ ^ From the gallantry and fortitude of her citizens, under the auspices of Heaven, America has derived her independence. To their indus- try, and the natural advantages of the country, she is indebted for her prosperous situation. From their virtue, she may expect long to share the protection of a free and equal government, which their wis- dom has established, and which experience justifies, as admirably adapted to our social wants and individual felicity. — George Washington. The virtue, moderation, and patriotism which marked the steps of the American people, in framing, adopting, and thus far carrying into effect our present system of government, have excited the admi- ration of nations. It only now remains for us to act up to those principles which should characterize a free and enUghtened people, that we may gain respect abroad, and insure happiness to ourselves and our posterity. — George Washington. To complete the American character, it remains for the citizens of the United States to show to the world that the reproach heretofore cast on Republican governments, for their want of stability, is without (366) SELECTIONS ON CITIZENSHIP. 367 foundation when that government is the deliberate choice of an enlight- ened people. And I am fully persuaded that every well-wisher to the happiness and prosperity of this country will evince, by his conduct, that we live under a government of laws, and that, while we preserve inviolate our national faith, we are desirous to live in amity with all mankind. — George Washington. There can be no such thing, in the highest sense, as a home, unless you own it. There must be an incentive to plant trees, to beautify the grounds, to preserve and improve. It elevates a man to own a home. It gives a certain independence, a force of character, that is obtained in no other way. Homes make patriots. He who has sat by his own fireside, with wife and children, will defend it. Few men have been patriotic enough to shoulder a musket in defense of a boarding-house. The prosperity and glory of our country depend upon the number of people who are the owners of homes. A man does not vote in this country simply because he is rich; he does not vote in this country simply because he has an education; he does not vote simply because he has talent or genius; we say that he votes because he is a man, and that he has his manhood to support; and we admit in this country that nothing can be more valuable to any human being than his manhood, and for that reason we put poverty on an equality with wealth. If you are a German, remember that this country is kinder to you than your fatherland, — no matter what coun- try you came from, remember that this country is an asylum, and vote, as in your conscience you believe you ought to vote, to keep this flag in heaven. I beg every American to stand with that part of the coun- try that believes in law, in freedom of speech, in an honest vote, in civilization, in progress, in human liberty, and in universal justice. — Robert G. Ingersoll. It is the work of this generation to prove to the nineteenth cen- tury, in the face of Christendom, and for the race, the fact that the people do actually govern, and that what twenty millions of freemen 368 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. determine, shall be done. The American Republic must live! Popu- lar commotion and partisan fury may dash their mad wars against it, but they shall roll back shattered, spent. Persecution shall not shake it, fanaticism disturb it, nor revolutions change it. But it shall stand towering sublime, Hke the last mountain in the deluge, while the earth rocks at its feet and the thunders peal over its head, — majestic, immu- table, magnificent ! — Wendell Phillips. It is hard to beheve that there is any necessity to warn Americans that, when they seek to model themselves on the Hnes of other civiliza- tions, they make themselves the butts of all right-thinking men; and yet the necessity certainly exists to give this, warning to many of our citizens who pride themselves on their standing in the world of art and letters, or, perchance, on what they would style their social leader- ship in the community. We Americans can only do our alloted task well if we face it steadily and bravely, seeing, but not fearing, the dangers. Above all, we must stand shoulder to shoulder, not asking as to the ancestry or creed of our comrades, but only demanding that they be in very truth Americans, and that we all work together, — heart, hand, and head, — for the honor and the greatness of our com- mon country. — Theodore Roosevelt. In the efforts of the people — of the people struggling for their rights — moving, not in organized disciplined masses, but in their spon- taneous action, man for man and heart for heart, there is something glorious. The people always conquer. They always must conquer. Armies may be defeated, kings may be overthrown, and new dynasties be imposed, by foreign arms on an ignorant and slavish race, that care not in what language the covenant of their subjugation runs, nor in whose name the deed of their barter and sale is made out. But the people never invade; and, when they rise against the invader, are never subdued. If they are driven from the plains, they fly to the moun- tains. Steep rocks and everlasting hills are their castles; the tangled, pathless thicket their palisade, and nature, God, is their ally. Now He overwhelms the hosts of their enemies beneath His drifting mountains of sand; now He buries them beneath a falling atmosphere of polar SELECTIONS ON CITIZENSHIP 369 snows; He lets loose His tempests on their fleets; He puts a folly into their counsels^ a madness into the hearts of their leaders; and He never gave, and never will give, a final triumph over a virtuous and gallant people, resolved to be free. — Edward Everett. The faith of our people in the stabiHty and permanence of their institutions was like their faith in the eternal course of nature. Peace, liberty and personal security were blessings as common and universal as sunshine and showers and fruitful seasons; and all sprang from a single source, the principle declared in the Pilgrim Covenant of 1620, that all owed due submission and obedience to the lawfully expressed will of the majority. This is not one of the doctrines of our political system, it is the system itself. It is our political firmament, in which all other truths are set, as stars in the heaven. It is the encasing air, the breath of the Nation's life. — James A. Garfield. Have you thought what the government has cost? Do you real- ize what free government means? Do you remember, as you have read the story of ages gone, how the barons met at Runnymede? Do you remember how they wrested a charter from the king? Do you remember how the Ironsides went into battle? Do you remembei the psalm that rang out at the shock of the conflict? Do you remem- ber Faneuil Hall, and Massachusetts, and John Hancock? Do you remember Carpenter's Hall and Benjamin FrankHn? Do you remem- ber Virginia and George Washington? Do you remember what the liberty we have has cost, and are you willing, because of fashion, because of ease, because of social enjoyment, are you willing to let the Republic get into the rapids simply because there are not strong men straining at the oars and keeping us back in the midstream of safety? — Stewart L. Woodford. The supreme glory of our heroism in the Civil War was founded in the greatness of the common people. Do you tell me that they were unknown — that they commanded no battalions, determined no policies, sat in no military councils, rode at the head of no regiments? Be it so. All the more are they the fitting representatives of you and 24 270 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. me — the people. Never in all history was there a war, whose aims, whose policy, whose sacrifices were so absolutely determined by the people, that great body of the unknown, in which, after all, lay the strength and power of the Republic. When some one reproached Lincoln for the seeming hesitancy of his policy, he answered, " I stand for the people. I am going just as fast and as far as I can feel them behind me." — Henry C. Potter. I can most religiously aver, I have no wish that is incompatible with the dignity, happiness, and true interest of the people of this country. My ardent desire is, and my aim has been, so far as depended upon the Executive Department, to comply strictly with all our engage- ment, foreign and domestic: but to keep the United States free from political connections with every other country, to see them independent of all, and under the influence of none. In a word, I want an Ameri- can Character, that the powers of Europe may be convinced we act for ourselves, and not for others. This, in my judgment, is the only way to be respected abroad, and happy at home. — George Washington. There was never a time when we had a right to feel prouder of our country. We take, every ten years, a census of our material advancement. I wish we might take, once in a while, a census of brave deeds and brave thoughts; a census which would show the prog- ress of the people of our Republic in heroism, in patriotism, in the instinct of honor, in the sense of duty. I know that our history at this hour is full of good hope. There never was a people who, as to the great subjects of public conduct, were actuated by a finer, by a profounder sense of duty and a clearer sense of justice than the people of the United States in this generation and at this hour. — George F. Hoar. We shall never be successful over the dangers that confront us; we shall never achieve true greatness, nor reach the lofty ideal which SELECTIONS ON CITIZENSHIP. x7l the founders and preservers of our mighty Federal Republic have set before us, unless we are Americans in heart and soul, in spirit and purpose, keenly alive to the responsibility implied in the very name of American, and proud beyond measure of the glorious privilege of bearing it. — Theodore Roosevelt. We know as well as any other class of American citizens where our duties belong. We will work for our country in time of peace and fight for it in time of war, if a time of war should ever come. When I say our country, I mean, of course, our adopted country. I mean the United States of America. After passing through the crucible of naturalization we are no longer Germans; we are Americans. Our attachment to America cannot be measured by the length of our resi- dence here. We are Americans from the moment we touch the Ameri- can shore until we are laid in American graves. We will fight for America whenever necessary. America, first, last, and all the time. America against Germany, America against the world; America, right or wrong; always America. We are Americans. — Richard Guenther, of Wisconsin, in a speech at the time of the Samoan trouble. Men who wish to work for decent politics must work practically, and yet must not swerve from their devotion to a high ideal. They must actually do things, and not merely confine themselves to criticis- ing those who do them. They must work disinterestedly, and appeal to the disinterested element in others, although they must also do work which will result in the material betterment of the community. They must act as Americans through and through, in spirit and hope and purpose, and, while being disinterested, unselfish and generous in their dealings with others, they must also show that they possess the essen- tial manly virtues of energy, of resolution, and of indomitable personal courage. — Theodore Roosevelt. Citizenship has its duties as well as its privileges. The first is that we give our energies and influence to the enactment of just, equal and beneficent laws. The second is like unto it : that we loyally rever- 372 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. ence and obey the will of the majority, whether we are of the majority or not; the law throws the aegis of its protection over us all. There is an open avenue through the ballot-box for the modification or repeal of laws that are unjust or oppressive. To the law we bow with reverence. It is the one king that commands our allegiance. — Benja- min Harrison. Constitutions do not make people; people make constitutions. Our constitution is great and admirable, because the men who made it were so and the people who ratified it and have lived under it were and are brave, intelligent, and lovers of liberty. There is a higher sanction and a surer protection to life and liberty, to the right of free speech and trial by jury, to justice and humanity, in the traditions, the behefs, the habits of mind, and the character of the American peo- ple than any which can be afforded by any constitution, no matter how wisely drawn. If the American people were disposed to tyranny, injus- tice and oppression, a constitution would offer but a temporary barrier to their ambitions, and the reverence for the constitution, and for law and justice, grows out of the fact that the American people beHeve in freedom and humanity, in equal justice to all men and in equal rights before the law, and while they so believe the great doctrine of the Declaration of Independence and of the Constitution will never be in peril. — Henry Cabot Lodge, Speech on the adoption of the Spanish- American Treaty, United States Senate, January 24, 1899. Let reverence of the law be breathed by every mother to the lisping babe that prattles on her lap ; let it be taught in schools, seminaries, and colleges; let it be written in primers, spelling-books, and almanacs; let it be preached from pulpits, and proclaimed in legislative halls, and enforced in courts of justice; in short, let it become the political religion of the Nation. — Abraham Lincoln. MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM, QUOTATIONS IN PROSE AND POETRY ON OUR COUNTRY. (373) OUR COUNTRY. QUOTATIONS. The glorious Union is our world. — Daniel S. Dickinson. Our Country — the strongest, richest, freest, happiest of the nations of the earth. — ■ George P. Hoar. Valor's home and Freedom's lov'd retreat! — William Leggett. One country, one Constitution, one destiny. — Daniel Webster. The glorious Union our fathers gave us till time shall be no more. — Reverdy Johnson. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy Country's, Thy God's and Truth's. — William Shakespeare. , Never was a people so advantageously situated for working out the great prob- lem of human liberty. — Henry A. Boardman. The American Nation! Its men are as brave, energetic and dauntless as they are honest. — Nicholas, Czar of Russia. O land! of every land the best, O land! whose glory shall increase. — Phoebe Gary. An indissoluble Union of indestructible States, one flag, one country, one destiny! — Daniel Webster. I am an American; I know no country but America, and no locality in America that is not my country. — Daniel Webster. The blue arch above us is Liberty's dome, The green fields beneath us, Equality's home. — Hezekiah Biitterworth. (.375) 376 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. The people's government; made for the people; made by the people; and answer- able to the people. — Daniel IVebstcr. We are Americans, we will live Americans and we will die Americans. — Daniel Webster. Freedom's soul has only place For a free and fearless race. — lohn G. Whittier. Above all, we must stand shoulder to shoulder for the honor and the greatness of our country. — Theodore Roosevelt. There never existed an example before of a free community spreading over such an extent of territory. — lohn C. Calhoun. Here began the kingdom not of kings, but men; Began the making of the world again. — lohn Boyle O'Reilly. Here the people govern. Here they act by their immediate representatives. — Alexander Hamilton. In our federal relations I know but one section, one union, one flag, one govern- ment. — Daniel S. Dickinson. We're bound by mutual ties. No hostile hands are ours. From where Maine's snowy mountains rise. To the fair land of flowers. — William L. Shoemaker. We are to constitute all together. North, South, East, West, one government. — Hilary A. Herbert. The best son of his country is he who gives the best manhood to his country.— Anon. Hail, America, hail! the glory of lands! To thee high honors are given, Thy stars shall blaze till the moon veil her rays. And the sun lose his pathway in heaven. — Jonathan M. Sewell. OUR COUNTRY. 377 The love of my country will be the ruling influence of my conduct. — George Washington. One God, one country, one destiny. This is the gospel of American nationality. — Wendell Phillips, Our country is a goodly land; We'll keep her always whole and hale; We'll love her, live for her, or die; To fall for her is not to fail. — Francis Lieber. Every good citizen makes his country's honor his own, and cherishes it not only as precious, but as sacred. — Andrew Jackson. I know no North, no South, no East, no West to which I owe any allegiance. — Henry Clay. My country! ay, thy sons are proud. True heirs of freedom's glorious dower. For never here has knee been bowed In homage to a mortal power. — Mrs. Sarah J. Hale. Let every man that lives and owns himself an American take the side of true American principles. — Henry Ward Becchcr. The heritage of American youth is equal opportunities in a land of equal rights. — William L. Wilson. Columbia! First and fairest gem On Nature's brow — a diadem Whose lustre, bright as heavenly star. The light of Freedom sheds afar. — P. S. Gilmore. Every American should be proud of his whole country, rather than a part.— William Tecumseh Sherman. We of this generation and nation, occupy the Gibraltar of the ages which com- mands the world's future. — losiah Strong. The nation Thou hast blest May well Thy love declare From foes and fears at rest. Protected by Thy care. — Francis Scott Key. 378 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Territory is but the body of a nation. The people who inhabit its hills and its valleys are its soil^ its spirit, its life. — James A. Garfield. Of the whole sum of human life no small part is that which consists of a man's relations to his country and his feelings concerning it. — William Ewart Gladstone. Land of tlie West — beneath the heaven There's not a fairer, lovelier clime; Nor one to which was ever given A destiny more high, sublime. — W. D. Gallagher. Without Union our independence and liberty would never have been achieved; without Union they cannot be maintained. — Andrew Jackson. Liberty has a more extensive and durable foundation in the United States than it ever has had in any other age or country. — George McDufhe. Ol make Thou us through centuries long, In peace secure, in justice strong; Around our gift of freedom draw The safeguards of Thy righteous law. — John G. Whittier. Driven from every other corner of the earth, freedom of thought and the right of private judgment in matters of conscience direct their course to this happy country as their last asylum. — Samuel Adams. The Fathers of the Republic, in their almost inspira:tion, saw clearly that a gov- ernment to be enduring and free must be a Union, not of States, but of the people, and they fashioned their work accordingly.— Roscoe Conkling. Their country first, their glory and their pride. Land of their hopes, land where their fathers died, When in the right, they'll keep their honor bright. When in the wrong, they'll die to set it right. — James T. Fields. May this immense Temple of Freedom ever stand a lesson to oppressors, an example to the oppressed, a sanctuary for the rights of mankind— Morgmj de Lafayette. OUR COUNTRY. 270 No words can depict, no pen can describe, the wonderful variety, richness, grandeur and beauty which the Almighty has stamped upon this, our favored land. — John Sherman. O Nation great, State linked to State, in bonds that none can break. From ocean unto ocean, from Gulf to northern lake! State linked to State, fate linked to fate, in mart and mint and mine, In rolling plain of golden grain, in toss of plumy pine. — Kate D. Sherwood. Now every man, woman and child is raised to the dignity of an American free- man, and that bright, triumphant banner of liberty now floats proudly over every foot of American soil. — /. C. Parker. We are all one, and we will maintain our nation as it was handed down to us, the most priceless heritage that ever sons inherited. — Gen. Nelson A. Miles, U. S. A. * * * drifted past the storm of war To isles of peaceful calm. The lakes give greetings to the sea. The pine unto the palm. — Arthur Dyer. The worth of valor, the beauty of endurance, the grandeur of self-denial and the sacredness of honor — for all of these our flag is the symbol, our Union the flower, our Nation the synonym. — Elbridge S. Brooks. The kindred blood which flows in the veins of American citizens, the mingled blood which they have shed in defense of their sacred rights, consecrate their Union. — ■James Madison. * * * our Country shall be Unshaken in strength and unsullied in name — And from the broad center all around to the sea Shall millions inherit her power and fame. — /. D. Von Dusee. Let us strive to aid and advance the liberty of the world by patriotic fidelity and devotion in upholding, illustrating and advocating our own free institutions. — Robert C. Winthrop. Our very air is instinct with freedom. Every inhalation on American soil is fraught with American ideas. It is impossible for sane people to live in this country and not become Americans. — Edmund J. Wolf. 38o MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. The breath of heaven is here! One draught can make the slave and master one! The grace of liberty softens year by year, And in a richer flood the stream of life flows on. — Maurice Thompson. Let it be Patriotism first, last, and always; Patriotism in the history, in the reading lesson; in the general exercises; in the flags that adorn the school-room. — Albert E. Winship. Our chief glory arises from the general welfare of our people, their contentment with their institutions, their enlightenment, and their general advancement in the vir- tues of Christian civilization — John Adams Kasson. Daughter of Liberty! queen of the world! Fairest of all earth's fair nations, arise! Let thy bright banners and flags be unfurled; Send thy glad voice to the uttermost skies! — • Anon. We cannot more effectually labor for the good of all men, than by pledging heart, brain and hands to the service of keeping our country true to its mission, obedient to its idea. — Thomas Starr King. We are One by the configuration of nature and by the strong impress of art. We are One by the memories of our fathers. We are One by the hopes of our children. We are One by our Constitution and our Union. — Robert C. Winthrop. To her we owe All that of happiness we know; Justice, and Law's protecting care. The rights of freemen everywhere. — W. W. Caldwell. The nation depends not on the wisdom of its senators, not on the vigilance of its police, not on the strong arm of its standing armies: but on the loyalty of a united people.— Parke Godwin. We are a Republic whereof one man is as good as another before the law. Un- der such a form of government, it is of the greatest importance that all should be possessed of education and intelligence. — Ulysses S. Grant. 38i OUR COUNTRY. We know no North, nor South, nor West; One Union binds us all; Its stars and stripes are o'er us flung — 'Neath them we'll stand or fall. — Anon. That we live in the enjoyment of the fruits of our labors, that we live at all, perhaps, or live girt about by the blessings of civilization, we owe, under Providence, to our country. Let us prove ourselves true sons and daughters of such a mother. — Epes Sargent. This is what I call the American idea of freedom — a government of all the people, by all the people, for all the people; of course a government of the principles of eternal justice — the unchanging law of God. — Theodore Parker, D. D. Oh the land of our Union! it sweetens the morn With the fragrance of orchards, the sunshine of corn: In its beautiful bosom the fountains are sure. And the gold of its furrows is wealth to the poor: And the children of exile as kindred may toil In the vineyards of freedom with sons of the soil. — Anon. Freedom of religion, freedom of the press, and freedom of the person under the protection of the habeas corpus, these are the principles that have guided our steps through an age of revolution and reformation. — Thomas Jefferson. Our country — whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less; — still our country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by all our hands. — Robert C. Winthrop. Father, whose mighty power Shields us through life's short hour. To Thee we pray, — bless us and keep us free; All that is past forgive: Teach us henceforth to live That through our country we may honor Thee. — Marion Crawford. If this country is to reach the full development which we believe to be possible, it must be by maintaining in all its integrity the Constitution which our fathers framed, and in giving steadfast and uncalculating support to the Union which they formed. — 'Hugh S. Thompson. 382 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. God's mercy will still lead our country on. On under the dearest flag that freemen ever bore. On in the broad sunshine of liberty, equality, and justice. On to the inspiring music of the Union. On along the grand highway of the Nation's glory to the future of our country's hope. — John M. Thurston. Long as thine Art shall love true love, Long as thy Science truth shall know, Long as thy Eagle harms no Dove, Long as thy Law by law shall grow. Long as thy God is God above, Thy Brother every man below. So long dear Land of all my love Thy name shall shine, thy fame shall glow! I — Sidney Lanier. THE NOBILITY OF LABOR. Prefatory Note. — In the life ol the nation, true Patriotism and honest Labor are very closely allied. Then why not upon the printed page? Only a few years ago, the State of New York recognized the cause of labor by making the first Monday in September of each year a legal holiday, called " Labor Day." On that day hundreds of thousands of the toilers of the great Empire State march in procession with flags flying and bands playing, — and then away for an afternoon of games and sports! And every on-looker feels not only that " the laborer is worthy of his hire," but of his holiday. Moreover, the laborer is worthy not only of his hire and holiday, but of the best education for his children, and the best protection for himself and his family which the State can give! For without his faithful toilj the white Sails of Commerce would soon desert the seas; the Wheels of Trade would clog and stop — and the National Govern- ment itself stand still. There is no better patriot in the land than the strong-handed, true-hearted laborer. SELECTIONS. Honest labor wears a lovely face. — Thos. Dekker (died 1641). If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. — Shakspere. From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich from the very want of wealth. In Heaven's best treasures, peace and health. — Gray. As for bidding me not work, Molly might as well put the kettle on the fire, and say, "Now, don't boill" —Sir Walter Scott. (383) 384 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. FROM WHITTIER'S " SONGS OF LABOR." Hark! roars the bellows, blast on blast, The sooty smithy jars. And fire-sparks, rising far and fast. Are fading with the stars. All day for us the smith shall stand Beside that flashing forge; All day for us his heavy hand The groaning anvil scourge. From far-ofif hills, the panting team For us is toiling near; For us the raftsman down the stream Their island barges steer. Rings out for us the axe-man's stroke In forests old and still, — For us the century-circled oak Falls crashing down his hill. — From "The Ship-Builders." Cheerly, on the axe of labor, Let the sunbeams dance. Better than the flash of sabre Or the gleam of lance! Strike ! — with every blow is given Freer sun and sky, And the long-hid earth to heaven Looks, with wondering eye. — From " The Lumbermen.' Rap, rap! upon the well-worn stone How falls the polished hammer! Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown A quick and merry clamor. Now shape the sole! now deftly curl The glossy vamp around it. And bless the while the bright-eyed girl Whose gentle fingers bound it. — From "The Shoemakers." THE NOBILITY OF LABOR. 385 Here we'll drop our lines, and gather Old Ocean's treasures in, Where'er the mottled mackerel Turns up a steel-dark fin. The sea's our field of harvest, Its scaly tribes our grain; We'll reap the teeming waters As at home they reap the plain! — From " The Fishermen.'' There wrought the busy harvesters; and many a creaking wain Bore slowly to the long barn-floor its load of husk and grain; Till broad and red, as when he rose, the sun sank down at last, And, like a merry guest's farewell, the day in brightness passed. — From " The Htiskers." The gentleman, sir, has misconceived the spirit and tendency of Northern institutions. He is ignorant of Northern character. He has forgotten the history of his country. Preach insurrection to the Northern laborers! Who are the Northern laborers? The history of your country is their history. The renown of your country is their renown. The brightness of their doings is emblazoned on its every page. Blot from your annals the words and doings of Northern laborers, and the history of your country presents but a universal blank. Sir, who was he that disarmed the Thunderer, wrested from his grasp the bolts of Jove; calmed the troubled ocean; became the central sun of the philo- sophical system of his age, shedding his brightness and efifulgence on the whole civilized world; whom the great and mighty of the earth delighted to honor; who participated in the achievement of your inde- pendence, prominently assisted in molding your free institutions, and the beneficial effects of whose wisdom will be felt to the last moment of " recorded time? " Who, sir, I ask, was he? A Northern laborer, — a Yankee tallow-chandler's son — a printer's runaway boy. — Charles Naylor. And who let me ask the honorable gentleman, who was he that, in the days of our Revolution, led the Northern army, — yes, an army of Northern laborers, — and aided the chivalry of South Carolina in their defence against British aggression, drove the spoilers from their fire- sides, and redeemed her fair fields from foreign invaders? Who was he? 2.=; 386 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. A Northern laborer, a Rhode Island blacksmith, — the gallant General Greene, — who left his hammer and his forge, and went forth conquer- ing and to conquer in the battle for our independence! And will yois preach insurrection to men like these? — Naylor. Sir, our country is full of the achievements of Northern laborers. Where is Concord, and Lexington, and Princeton, and Trenton, and Saratoga, and Bunker Hill^ but in the North? And what, sir, has shed an imperishable renown on the never-dying names of those hallowed spots, but the blood and the struggles, the high daring, and patriotism, and sublime courage, of Northern laborers? The whole North is an everlasting monument of the freedom, virtue, intelligence, and indom- itable independence, of Northern laborers. Go, sir, go preach insurrec- tion to men like these ! — Naylor. LABOR IS WORSHIP. "Labor is worship!" — the robin is singing; "Labor is worship!" — the wild bee is ringing: Listen! that eloquent whisper up-springing Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's great heart. From the dark cloud flows the lite-giving shower; From the rough sod blows the soft-breathing flower; From the small insect, the rich coral bower; Only man, in the plan, shrinks from his part. Labor is life! ' Tis the still water faileth; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth; Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon. Labor is glory!— -the flying cloud lightens; Only the waving wing changes and brightens; Idle hearts only the dark future frightens; Play the sweet keys, would'st thou keep them in tune! Labor is health! Lol the husbandman reaping, How through his veins goes the life-current leaping! How his strong arm, in its stalwart pride sweeping, True as a sunbeam, the swift sickle guides! Work for some good, be it ever so slowly; Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly ,' Labor! all labor is noble and holy; Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God! — By Frances S. Osgood. THE NOBILITY OF LABOR. ^Rj THE WORK-SHOP AND THE CAMP. The Camp has had its day of song: The sword, the bayonet, the plume, Have crowded out of rhyme too long The plough, the anvil, and the loom! O, not upon our tented fields Are Freedom's heroes bred alone; The training of the Work-shop yields More heroes true than war has known! Who drives the bolt, who shapes the steel, May, with a heart as valiant, smite. As he who sees a foeman reel In blood before his blow of might! Let Labor, then, look up and see His craft no pith of honor lacks; The soldier's rifie yet shall be Less honored than the woodman's axe! When the great obelisk, brought from Egypt in 1586, was erected in the square of St. Peter's in Rome, the tackle was all arranged for the delicate and perilous work. To make all safe and prevent the possi- bility of accident from any sudden cry or alarm, a papal edict had proclaimed death to any man who should utter a loud word, till the engineer had given the order that all risk was passed. As the majestic monolith moved up, the populace closed in. The square was crowded with admiring eyes and beating hearts. Slowly that crystalization of Egyptian sweat rises on its base — five degrees, ten degrees, fifteen, twenty — there are signs of faltering. No matter — ■ no voice — silence. It moves again — twenty-five, thirty, forty, forty-three — it stops ! See ! Those hempen cables which like faithful servants have obeyed the mathematician have suddenly received an order from God not to hold that base steady another instant on those terms. The obedient masons look at each other, — silent, — and then watch the threatening masses of stone. Among the crowd, silence, — silence everywhere, obedience to law, — and the sun shone on the stillness and despair. 388 MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. Suddenly from out of the breathless throng rang a cry, clear as the archangel's trumpet,— " Wet the ropes!" The crowd turned to look. Tiptoe on a post, in a jacket of homespun, his eyes full of prophetic fire, stood a workman of the people. His words flashed Uke lightning and struck. From the engineer to his lowest assistant the cry had instant obedience. Water was dashed on the cables; they bit fiercely into the granite; the windlasses were manned once more, and the obelisk rose to its place and took its stand for centuries. — Adapted. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and 'a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor. Is king o' men for a' that. Then let us pray that come it may — As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that; For a' that, and a' that. It's comin' yet, for a' that. That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that! — Robert Burns. Ashamed to toil, art thou? Ashamed of thy dingy work-shop and dusty labor-field; of thy hard hand, scarred with service more honor- able than that of war; of thy soiled and weather-stained garments, on which mother Nature has embroidered, midst sun and rain, midst fire and steam, her own heraldic honors? Ashamed of these tokens and titles, and envious of the flaunting robes of imbecile idleness and vanity? It is treason to Nature, — it is impiety to Heaven, — it is breaking Heaven's great ordinance. Toil, I repeat — toil, — either of the brain, of the heart, or of the hand, is the only true manhood, the only true nobility ! — Orville Dewey. IMPORTANT DATES IN AMERICAN HISTORY. It is believed that pupils may become interested in the study of American history by presenting for their study and investigation its important events on the anniversaries of their occurrence. Experi- enced teachers recognize the value of having at hand a few dates around which may be grouped a number of facts with sufficient accuracy to preserve that sequence of events so necessary to the study of history. What dates should be remembered is not particularly es- sential, and each pupil may largely be allowed to choose those which interest him personally or are in some way connected with his indi- vidual experiences. The following arrangement of dates has been compiled for use in morning exercises in schools, in the belief that if used intelligently such exercises will materially aid the avowed purpose of this volume in stimulating- an intelligent patriotism, through a knowledge of events that have been influential in shaping the development of our country to its present marvelous greatness and have added to its acknowledged prestige. The references have, so far as possible, been chosen from works easily accessible, but they may always be supplemented to advantage by the alert and enterprising teacher. Either a class or a particular pupil chosen for the work should carefully study the history relating to the event which is the subject of a morning exercise, preparatory to its presentation, and should, under the direction of the teacher, provide short recitations or quotations supplementary to those given in connection with the several dates. Abundant material may be obtained from the excellent selections given in this volume. It is suggested that pupils whose birthdays are the same as the anniversary of an event which is the subject of a morning exercise should be chosen to take part therein. It is also suggested that morn- ing exercises should be limited to fifteen minutes. (389) 2QO MANUAL OF PATRIOTISM. In the arrangement, September has been placed first in order to correspond substantially with the opening of the schools of our State. As the dates in any given list must dififer materially in importance, those of greater moment in the list presented have been printed in black-face type in order that they may be readily distinguished from others of minor importance but still of interest locally or in connection with other school work. Believing that the faithful and efficient teaching force of the State will find much that is helpful in the material submitted, I unhesitat- ingly commit to their care the great interests which this particular work, as well as this entire volume, is intended to promote. c^