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August 30, 
 1860. 
 
 1884 
 
 August 21 as 30, 
 1880. 
 
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 MEMORlilL,. 
 
 Blendings of IdGar and Real; 
 
 AiO WeOUGHT OUT, FOR OOe COUNTfiY AND FLAG, 
 
 A STANDARD, HISTORIC AND TRUE. 
 
 An Epic Poem, composed by Rodolphus Bard, founded upon an 
 
 Incident recorded in the Diary of the late Capt. D. D. 
 
 Bard, Aug. 30, i860, while a student at Hiram, O., 
 
 Forming "Golden Links in the History of 
 
 "OUR MARTYR PRESIDENTS." 
 
 The occurrence of the incident, upon which this Poem is founded, is fully 
 
 authenticated, by letters herewith appended, from our 
 
 late President, James A. Garfield. 
 
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 Copyright, 1884, 
 By RODOLPHUS BARD. 
 
 All rights reserved. 
 
MY WORK. 
 
 That God hath need of even me, I know; 
 Afar He plans His palaces that rise 
 In stately splendor to the shining skies, 
 
 And day by day, more grand, more perfect 
 
 grow 
 
 While I, in life's dark quarries, toiling slow, 
 Hew the unshapely stones, that yet no guise 
 Of beauty wear to my dim, weary eyes— 
 'Neath my rude touch no grace nor glory show. 
 Elsewhere shall hands more skillful carve and 
 guild 
 My rough hewn blocks, till they.are meet to be 
 A part of those bright walls that He doth 
 
 build. 
 Therefore, O, soul, be all thy murmurs stilled— 
 A place to work for Him, He giveth thee. 
 And to thy poor toil, immortality. 
 
 — Selected. 
 
PREFA CE. 
 
 That the reader may understand the history, aims, 
 and objects of this poem, and believing that the inci- 
 dent in the Hves of "Our Martyr Presidents," upon 
 which it is founded, contains imtch food for tlumg Jit, 
 the writer has appended an extract from the diary of 
 his brother, the late CAPTAIN DAVID D. Bard, writ- 
 ten while a student at Hiram College. 
 
 On the afternoon of August 30, i860, he assisted at 
 the raising of a "Lincoln and Hamlin" pole, by James 
 A. Garfield. This pole was raised on the free soil of 
 the old Nineteenth Ohio Congressional District, (made 
 famous by the services of such statesmen and cham- 
 pions of freedom as Whittlesey, Giddings, Wade, and 
 Garfield,) only six months before the outbreak of the 
 great rebellion. Taking a view of the event retro- 
 spectively, and in its ideality, this raised and towering 
 shaft stands against the horizon of i860, like a silent 
 sentinel, pointing as with the finger of prophesy, as it 
 stood in the clear moonlight, tossing to the breezes 
 the stars and stripes and the proud banner of Lincoln 
 an J Hamlin, names of men who were destined to bear 
 th£ weight of mighty responsibilities, through a strug- 
 gle unparalelled, and out of which they were to come 
 forth the champions of freedom, leaders of a host of 
 veterans, crowned with unfading glory. When the 
 shades of night had disappeared, and the smoke 
 (typical of many battles) had cleared away, the dawn 
 of a new morning displayed the marks of a temporary 
 dismemberment of the standard. The broken worth- 
 less timber (typical of African slavery) which had 
 been cut from' the pole, lay trampled in the dust. 
 The weakest section had been brokon in attempting 
 to raise the standard. All efforts failed until the 
 broken timber was cut out and the strong and true 
 bound in with bands of iron. The spiked gun— the 
 assailed union ; the spike withdrawn— the Union saved, 
 and our simile is complete. At last we see tlie re- 
 stored Union, on an enduring basis, and recognize in it 
 all the heroism of human endurance, and the over- 
 rulings of a wise Providence. 
 
 RODOLPHUS BARD. 
 Mcadvillc, Pa., July 2j, 1S84. 
 
HIS TORI C A L PREL UDE. 
 
 On the grand highlands of Northern Ohio, 
 Not ten leagues from proud Erie's shore, 
 Yet, far enough back from her storm-coast 
 To escape the breakers loud roar. 
 
 Stands the quaint little village of Hiram, 
 Not unknown to fame, among men, 
 As here the Scholar, Soldier and Statesman 
 Read books, donned the sword, drove the pen. 
 
 'Twas in autumn — eighteen, one and fifty, 
 When a youth, bronzed and stalwart, stood h ;re, 
 At the door of this young school of learning, 
 His face bore the marks of good cheer. 
 
 His stern rap brought before him Fred. Wiiliii.n •, 
 Of Hiram a trustee of old ; 
 Young Garfield soon told his plain stor\-. 
 And on trial stepped into the fold. 
 
 Not unlike David, the Benjamite shepherd, 
 
 His welcome meant work from the start. 
 
 But, with bell-rope and broom, and base-ball and bat, 
 
 His work went straight home to all hearts. 
 
 As a student and janitor, faithful. 
 Sure and strong— yes, born to command 
 Was our hero. At base ball on campus, 
 None better in all the broad land. 
 
 He led manly sports with a relish 
 Excelled only by his love for rare books. 
 Drinking draughts from pure fountains of kno\\le;l;yL 
 Found in college, by hillsiic, or brooks. 
 
But quickly we find Hiram's sexton, 
 A student "well up" without peers, 
 Soon he's known as a senior at Williams, 
 Yes, a man, in advance of his years. 
 
 Although time is fast passing, yet story 
 Tells of Garfield, the teacher and guide 
 Returning from Williams in glory, 
 To claim fair Lucretia his bride. 
 
 At twenty-six, was promoted. From station 
 Of " man-of-all-work," to the head ! 
 Yes, to President — head of all Hiram, 
 Where hundreds then flocked to be fed. 
 
 To be fed with knowledge — not manna. 
 Such as dropped from above, while men slept — 
 With brain-food, wrought out by hard labor 
 By "James Abram" and "Almeda," long wept. 
 
 A just tribute to Garfield, as preacher. 
 Reminds of the wisdom of Paul, 
 The fire of a Peter, the heart of a John, 
 Inspiring trust and friendship in all. 
 
 To the voice of "our preacher" throngs listen ; 
 Burning words from the Book he proclaims ; 
 The hearts of the masses are quickened. 
 Seeds are sown — God is honored again. 
 
 Now, as president and teacher at Hiram, 
 The days into years swiftly run. 
 When, the vision of Garfield here widens, 
 And Ohio, now claims her wise son. 
 
 As State Senator, fearless and earnest, 
 He takes a front rank among men. 
 His name is soon known, for his reasons 
 Are voiced by a trained tongue and pen. 
 
 With boldness denouncing oppression. 
 Taking stand for God's truth, and man's right. 
 For free homes, and free schools, that our country 
 Might be saved from disunion's dread blight. 
 
The winter soon past, merry spring-time 
 Finds our teacher again at his home ; 
 Hiram students, now numbering hundreds, 
 Crowd her halls, from chapel to dome. 
 
 Fruitful autumn, with glory resplendent, 
 Ushers in a "new era," and throng. 
 Students come, deeds are done, heroic. 
 Linking names for the ages to come. 
 
 And time, in the not distant future 
 Will prove to all men, never fear. 
 That Garfield, the scholar and statesman, 
 Laid well a foundation, e'en here. 
 
 And raised on the campus at Hiram, 
 
 A standard, historic and true ; 
 
 Aye, and taught us to sound well the timber 
 
 Which is honored by the Red, White and Blue. 
 
 Raised on ''crest of the Union' — a standard 
 Historic, loved, honored, and fair ; 
 With the lesso7i, ''ever inarch against treasoii" 
 Although not "booted and spurred for dread war. 
 
 Political, moral, and world-wide. 
 Shall be the lessons learned here to-day ; 
 Many land-marks of time will quite perish, 
 But the standard shall not pass away. 
 
i86o. 1880. i^ 
 
 RETROSPECTIVE AND PROSPECTIVE. 
 
 Republican "Aleinorial Standard.— Vv.k^lYX), by James A. Garfiecd, Aug. 
 JO, 1S60, zoith Abraham Lincoht, as Standard Bearer.— DumcKTED 
 to Freedom attd the Union /yrti,'.— Made Sacred by the blooa cf 
 Patriots, shed on a hundred battle fields. After twenty years this his- 
 toric Standard reappeared, and was saluted by James A. Garfiela, "the 
 Hero of i860," who became our Standard Bearer in iSSo. Question.— 
 Shall it be memorialized by the Republican Party in 18S4. and be 
 planted from Maine to Oregon, and frc.i: the Lakes to the Gulf 
 bearing the names of Blaine and Logan, our Standard Bearers f 
 
 INTERLUDE. 
 
 Four and twenty years, have passed away 
 Since Bard, in prosaic story 
 Joined Garfield's name with Lincohi's fame, 
 Both now o'erspread with glory. 
 
 Could we ope the pages of the past, 
 And read of all recorded 
 Since David D that story wrote, 
 One would be well rewarded. 
 
 Of campaigns bold, none better told. 
 
 In words and deeds heroic, 
 
 Than of Lincoln's tramp, o'er field and camp, 
 
 To meet the "Douglas stoic." 
 
 But e'er we turn the leaves to greet 
 Those days of nerve and nettle. 
 We'll rest awhile, one day beguile. 
 And test James Garfield's mettle. 
 
 This mighty nation ne'er would know, 
 The youthful deeds and glories. 
 Of men with names, well-known to fame, 
 But for such uncouth stories. 
 
 For a short time then, at your leisure, men. 
 Let me have your ear — please listen 
 To this tale of old, of a statesman bold. 
 Then a Memorial Standard let's christen. 
 
\Extract from the Diary of the late Capt. David D. 
 
 Bard, zuhich ''tells its own story' and upon zvhich this 
 
 poem is founded.^ 
 
 Hiram, Ohio. 
 
 Thursday, August 30th, i860, Captain Bard says : 
 Great preparations are being made to raise a Lineoln 
 pole to-day. They have secured one that will measure 
 1 50 feet. Exercises in school about the same as usual, 
 only the afternoon exercises were shortened on account 
 of the pole raising, which was to come off this p. m. 
 
 At 3i p. m. I was on the ground, found quite a crowd, 
 and the pole nearly ready for action. After consider- 
 able amount of fixing they commenced opeuations. 
 Word was given, when they raised it a few feet, and in 
 so doing, broke off a section of the top, w^hich was soon 
 spliced, and the derrick commenced to strain and 
 squeak. After getting it about twenty feet into the 
 air the splice broke and down it came again, this time 
 shattered. Now here zvas indeed a '' dilemma T almost 
 night, the pole broken, the people standing andzvaiting, 
 and the speakers impatient to go home ; and added to 
 all this, Mr. Taylor, the ''captain of the Job," had giv- 
 en up in despair, and had left the broken pole on the 
 ground 
 
 Then Mr. Garfield, zvith his aceustomed energy, took 
 the matter in hand and appointed five men to splice the 
 pole. Then he introduced the Hon. Sidney Edgerton, 
 who commenced to speak, and this drew the crowd 
 away from the pole so that the committee could go on 
 with its work unmolested. A fetv of us students were 
 around to bring things thatzvere needed. In about one 
 hour Mr. Edgerton closeo his speech, and the work of 
 repairing the pole had been rapidly progressing. The 
 sun had set before the zvork zvas half finished, but the 
 moon rose bright, and the sky zvas clear so that it zvas 
 almost as light as day. 
 
 At about half past seven the pole was all right, the 
 guy ropes fastened on, the tackle attached, and the der- 
 
4. 
 
 rick rigged and manned. IJien Mr. Garfield ino2int- 
 ed the pole and said, ''Fellow-citizens, zve have tried 
 tzvice to raise this pole* and failed, because there ivas a 
 piece of Douglas timber in it. We have cut that out, 
 and now zve are going to raise the pole.'' Then he 
 placed men zvhom he coidd trust at the props and gjiys, 
 each having his duties to perform. When allivas ready 
 our leader said, ''Now, up she goes,'' and every man 
 zvent to work witJi a will, and up she did go without a 
 momenfs ititerrjiption, and in abojit one hour t lie pole 
 zvas firmly planted, and the names of ''Honest Abe" and 
 Hannibal Hamlin zvere floating in the breeze in the 
 splendid light of the moon. 
 
 Just about as the pole reached perpendicular, nczvs 
 zcas circulated that the Democrats had spiked the can- 
 non, and it was true. Some follczver of the "Little 
 Giant," fired by Jealo7isy, had spiked the gun. James 
 A. Gai field's voluntary zvork zvas not yet done ; under 
 his orders "the boys" took it to the blacksmith shop and 
 succeeded in extracting the iron, zvhich pt-oved to be a 
 piece of fork tine instead of a rat-tail file, as zcas first 
 reported. 
 
 When the pole had been firmly set and propped the 
 large crowd gave three hearty cheers for Abraham 
 Lincoln and the cannon spoke a loud response, follow- 
 ing which the Hon. Sidney Edgerton again spoke to 
 the people, and was listened to with close attention. 
 Then the cannon's mouthing loud was again heard, and 
 followed by the hearty cheers of the people, Xvhen the 
 meeting broke up and all retired feeling well satisfied 
 that a "battle had been fought and a victory won" 
 through the inspiration given, and never say die spirit 
 of Hiram's revered President — Jrmes A. Garfield. 
 Moral— /X 
 
 When battling for<yruth. 
 Never give up though the grape shot ma}- rattle 
 Or the thunder cloud over you burst. 
 But stand like a rock (as did our Garfield), 
 And the storm little shall harm you, though doing 
 its worst. 
 
TR UE HER OISM RE JVA RDED ; 
 
 OR, 
 
 Garfield at Hiram, August sotJi, i860. 
 
 "Nil deaperandum." ''Omnia vincit amor:' 
 
 'Twas in the autumn of eighteen sixty, 
 At Hiram, these scenes were portrayed, 
 And recorded by David D. Bard, that day, 
 E'er his head on the pillow had laid. 
 
 On the thirtieth of that memorable August, 
 When the yeomen assembled, from far 
 The farmer's plow stood in the furrow, 
 And Hiram College doors closed with a jar. 
 
 Old Hiram put on her best raiment. 
 And all nature seemed joyous and gay; 
 The band and the cannon stood ready. 
 While a pole and the banners there lay. 
 
 "Honest Abe and Hannibal Hamlin," 
 Were the words on our banners displayed, 
 And we stood by than, boys, as you'll witness, ' 
 ApCy our drama unfolds to this age. 
 
 The people had met on the campus. 
 Our speakers stood hard by the stand ; 
 Horse, derrick and driver, were ready, 
 With Captain Taylor engaged to command. 
 
 After much delay and confusion. 
 The horse at the derrick went around. 
 Snap ! snap ! went the pole. Vain delusion ! 
 "Well, lower her, boys," — to the ground. 
 
 The break — not a bad one — soon mended, 
 
 Saw the sun sinking low in the west. 
 
 While music enchantingly blended, 
 
 With strong hopes, which now filled every breast, 
 
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 Word was g-iven, when, gallantly upward, 
 Again rose the standard— some twenty feet high. 
 "All's well, that ends well," quoth the Captain, 
 Then "heave awa\-. my laddies — be spr}'." 
 
 But a horse is a vain thing in battle to trust. 
 When possessed with less training, than fire. 
 Truth, our captain soon learned, as pole swiftly 
 
 turned, 
 Hark ! crash goes the timber ! fond hopes now 
 
 expire ! 
 
 Aye, with crash and a bang ! pole came thunder- 
 ing down ! 
 Scarcely missing the heads of "our boys," 
 While pike poles flew fast, as Captain's shrill blast,. 
 "Stand from under !" quite scattered our joys. 
 
 "Dust and ashes," my boys, for earth's coveted joys. 
 Common end to most mortals here given. 
 With such a bad break, all agree its too late 
 To raise this standard, to-night toward Heaven. 
 
 The pole, now abandoned, lay^ broken and bare, 
 Save the banners, nearly traih'ng in dust. 
 While the sun almost down, looked on a sad town, 
 Crowd and speakers quite filled with disgust. 
 
 "There's a tide in affairs of men," 'twas said. 
 But a crisis now plainly we see ; 
 For who'll tide us over, and raise the flag. 
 E'er the sun sinks over the lea 1 
 
 There's seldom great crisis under the sun 
 Where virtue, honor and truth, need a friend 
 But some brave, manly soul (God given) 
 Steps forth, with rare brain or muscle to lend. 
 
 Make way for our hero ! A hundred men shout 
 As forward James Garfield now comes. 
 "There's room at the top" for the spirits who dare 
 Fire the cannon and beat up the drums ! 
 
 He speaks, and the turbulent masses 
 Stand, as though rivited firm to the ground. 
 Let not cannon or drum now break silence. 
 Let none but true men here be found. 
 
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 " You've laid well the foundation, my friends, 
 Have brought timber — thought sturdy and strong, 
 Now we'll cut out the broken and bind in the true. 
 For naught shall here enter that's wrong. 
 
 "Willing hands make strong bands," quoth Garfield 
 As the crowd, he assayed to survey ; 
 Then a glance at the timber assured him, 
 He who conquers must work while 'tis day. 
 
 "Our cause is most just, and heroic 
 Shall be the deeds done here to-day. _ 
 Let the speaking go on — play the stoic, 
 Though a lion stand fierce in the way." 
 
 A committee of five heard and heeded 
 
 The words of our gallant and true. 
 
 "Boys, look out for the banner, soon waving. 
 
 Just beneath the grand Red, White and Blue." 
 
 Willing hands did make bands : yes, our black- 
 smith 
 Stood by Garfield, strong and true. 
 While the ax-men measured blows, 
 Which shall echo centuries through. 
 
 Again the hammer of axmen and blacksmith, 
 Resounded along her broad sides ; 
 Reassuring the now waiting thousands 
 That true protection is labor's fair bride. 
 
 Well, the speaking went on at the campus. 
 While our heroes worked hard at the pole, 
 Now assured that our leader meant business. 
 Quite as truly as Cromwell, of old. 
 
 Veteran soldiers not yet were our gunners. 
 As they strolled off to lunch, one by one. 
 But rich lessons they learned ere the midnight. 
 Worth the knowing, for the year sixty-one. 
 
 Oueen of night challenged stars in their splendor, 
 As all gleamed down on our now eager throng ; 
 For word had gone forth— "pole is ready; 
 Bring the band, man the cannon again." 
 
But hark ! a voice rich now breaks silence. 
 
 Clear and calm, for truth must be told : 
 
 "We've tried twice to raise the pole, have been 
 
 forbidden, 
 Your standard must be proved as pure gold. 
 
 "The broken timber cut from standard prefigures, 
 Yet grave issues for our country and flag, 
 Let us prove ourselves men in life's battles, 
 Stand together, and God's truth shall ne'er lag. 
 
 "Plant your standard firm and deep in foundation, 
 Proved by Whittlesey, Giddings, and Wade ; 
 (Grand old heroes and statesmen, /ono^ Jionored,^' ) 
 Who taught their sons, for truth ne'er be afraid. 
 
 "Men, all breaks caused by timber ''Old Bourbon^' 
 Must be closed, as with blades of true steel, 
 We've here cut out the broken, and bound in the 
 
 true. 
 And stand ready, with colors revealed. 
 
 " Then up zvith the standard, you've nothing to fear, 
 Man the "props and the guys" with a will. 
 And we'll fling to the breeze a proud banner. 
 Which our millions of freemen love still." 
 
 He ceased, and the words so magnetic. 
 Quickly filled every man with new zeal. 
 Worth}' aims cause brave actions heroic. 
 Catch the word— now, up she goes, with a will. 
 
 And up she did go, without friction ; 
 Every man went to work with a will. 
 Aye, the axmen, the blacksmith and scholar. 
 Stood shoulder to shoulder, with zeal. 
 
 At eight-thirty our standard stood planted; 
 Plrm and fearless it courted the breeze, 
 While bur banner, — "Abe Lincoln and Hamlin," 
 Kissed the stars, far above rustling trees. 
 
 The full moon added glory transcendent. 
 Looking down on our heroes, so true, 
 In front rank stood James Abram Garfield, 
 Over all waved the Red, White and Blue. 
 
 Could the Goddess of Liberty — emblem of Truth, 
 Now a sign to our heroes have given ; 
 
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 It would have been— wait a while — more nwrk to 
 
 be done, 
 Break not silence, though hearts are most riven. 
 
 Supreme moments men feel in stern battle, 
 None the less moved are such by earned peace, 
 Hats in hand, raised in air, stand the masses, 
 Waiting word, just a word, for release. 
 But hold ! Word now comes from the gunners 
 (Devils work — whether men sleep or eat): 
 "Our gun has been spiked by the Demmies, 
 Hold the crowd, until we're again on our feet." 
 
 "Not yet done all the work, my young soldiers, 
 To our blacksmith run the cannon with speed," 
 Spoke Garfield, the soldier and statesman; 
 "He who spikes Lincoln guns ne'er'U succeed." 
 Around the standard the masses now crowd, 
 Hold the ground — coward foes, swift retreat ; 
 Soon the rumbling of cannon returning. 
 Tells the story, there's no Lincoln defeat. 
 Li composure, our champion stood, sight 
 
 sublime ! 
 For grand was the scene, as portrayed at the time ! 
 The proud standard erect, one hundred and fifty 
 
 feet high. 
 Gleamed and glistened, as in triumph our heroes 
 
 swept by. 
 "Then the booming of cannon, on the clear even- 
 ing air," 
 Gave proof to all Hiram that oui- flag was still 
 
 there. 
 Fair moon, twinkling stars, wooed the brave and 
 
 the true. 
 While cheers rose from thousands for the Red, 
 
 White and Blue. 
 Now, a light, fleecy cloud, as a token passed by, 
 Wreathed moon with a halo— in the air, victory ! 
 Again, the booming of cannon, and beatii>g of drum 
 Proclaimed to all present, a grand victory won. 
 
 *The Hons. EHsha Whittlesey, Joshua R. Gidding, and James A. 
 Garfield, represented the old 19th Congressional District of Ohio between 
 them for fifty-four years. Benj. F. Wade was their United States Senator 
 for many years. 
 
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 Mentor, O., August 4. 1880. 
 Mr. Rodolplms Bard, Mcadvillc, Pa. : 
 
 My Dear Sir -.—Yours of the 29th of July, contain- 
 incr an extract from the diary of your brother Captain 
 Bard, came duly to hand, and was read zvith peculiar 
 interest. I remember your brother very ivell, and recol- 
 lect perfectly the incident zvhich the diary records. -Ac- 
 cept for yourself my thanks for your kind letter and 
 my gratitude for your brother's memory. 
 
 With kindest regards, I am truly yours, 
 
 J. A. Garfield. 
 
 Mentor, O., August 14, 1880. 
 Mr. R. Bard, Meadville, Pa. : . 
 
 My Dear Sir :— Yours of the 12th inst., is received. 
 / zuish your suggestion could be earned out, and the 
 pole raising fixed for the 30th inst., instead of the 21st. 
 I fear, however, that it may now be too late, but as 
 you have written there, you will very soon know Your 
 suggestion is an excellent one, and I shall be glad if it 
 prevails. Very truly yours, 
 
 ^ J. A. Garfield. 
 
 The preceeding letters from the late President Gar- 
 field, under date of Aug. 4th and 14th, were in reply 
 to letters from the undersigned, at which time he also 
 wrote his army and school friend. Prof. G. E. Barber, 
 of Hiram College, of his" desire that arrangements be 
 made to honor Gen. Garfield, Aug. 30, 1880 as indi- 
 cated, by getting up a large mass meeting of citizens 
 and soldiSrs of Northern Ohio. The following reply 
 from Prof. Barber, a member of the Republican Com- 
 mittee at Hiram, explains itself and tells of arrange- 
 ments made for the celebration, which occurred at 
 Hiram, August 21st as 30, 1880, with Hon. E. B. Taylor 
 as orator of the day. —^•JI.U/^aL^ /^'^'i^ 
 
 Hiram, O., August 16. 1880. 
 
 Dear Friend Bard :— When I returned Saturday 
 evening, / found your letter azuaiting me. Our club 
 met in the evening, and I placed your suggestion be- 
 fore it, and while it was thought to be a good one. there 
 seemed to be some special reasons against it, viz : 
 
 1st Our pole raising, had already been postponed 
 
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 once, after a public advertisement, and it wcnikl have 
 had bad effect to put it off again. 
 
 2d. My absence, caused sonic delay in getting )'our 
 letter, and ncu\ there is //rtT^/j'/z'wr to make such elab- 
 orate preparation and notice as would be necessary. 
 
 3d. The great soldiers'' reunion at Canton, O., two 
 days later (Sept. 1st), would militate against our mak- 
 ing it a large gathering of soldiers. 
 
 4th. Lack of railroad connections and hotel accommo- 
 dations would work against us. However, we ap- 
 pointed a committee to confer with ten neighbor- 
 ing townships and urged them to send large delega- 
 tions. 
 
 Gen. Garfield has been invited (according to sug- 
 gestion). We are to have several bands, a cannon, 
 and to raise a one hundred and fifty foot pole, &c., &c., 
 and we hope to have a "big time." I am heartily glad 
 that you are coming. **•**! ^^^^ glad to 
 get your letter, and only regret that we cannot fully 
 carry out your suggestion. As it is, however, I am 
 sure we shall make a greater occasion than if you had 
 not written. I hope to see you before the week closes. 
 Very truly, &c., your old friend, 
 
 G. E. Barber! 
 
 In conclusion, it is hardly necessary to add, that the 
 Garfield aJid Arthur pole raising took place at Hiram, 
 Aligns t 21, as JO, 1880, and great enthusiasm prevailed. 
 Hon. E. B. Taylor, Garfield's successor in Congress, 
 was the orator of the day, and the writer can say from 
 experience, "// zvas good to be there!' But the reader 
 will notice that there remains an unfulfilled u>ish of our 
 lamented President Garfield, viz : that August jo be 
 observed as a Memorial Day. Shall August jo, i860, 
 and August 21 as jo, 1880, "Blend in one," and be 
 COMMEMORATED by the people — August JO, 1884? 
 
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 Yes, higher than party 
 May 02ir flag ever wave ; 
 From a standard, wrought out, 
 By the great, good and brave. 
 
 May her stars still increase. 
 And her stripes ne'er grow dim. 
 Give to God all the glory, 
 It belongeth to Him. 
 
 AFTRR TWENTY YEARS. 
 
 at the tlu- raising of a Garfickl and .Artluir pole, at 
 Hiram, O., August 21st, as jot /i, iSSu : 
 
 Higher than faction, or party 
 
 On the heights beyond, 
 
 Behold your standard, historic and true ! 
 
 It has led martyr souls near the valley of death, 
 
 Aye, beyond, for the Red, White and Blue. 
 
 It has led the crushed bondsmen, 
 
 Foui- millions of souls. 
 
 Up to heights of proud freemen, they say, 
 
 Since you've cutout the terror of slave-pen and 
 
 lash. 
 Now free labor well-paid rules the day. 
 
 It has given new life, planted industries rare, 
 At the South, now the land of the free, 
 Aye, the hum of the spindle and roar of the forge, 
 Now proclaims a new era for thee. 
 
 Hail, grand Union redeemed. 
 
 Through the mercy of God, 
 
 Reunited, for freedom and truth. 
 
 May your sons ever prove. 
 
 Faithful, worthy of love. 
 
 And bless the martyrs, who died for the'J'^uth. 
 
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 ADDENDA. 
 
 A TRIBUTE TO THE BRA VE. 
 
 BY REV. WM. F. DAY, D. D. 
 
 The lessons taught by example are the most vaki- 
 able that can be given. When one passes from among 
 men, whose life has afforded a noble specimen of the 
 good and the true, we owe it as well to the livmg as 
 the dead, that such an example be set on high, that all 
 may see it, and aspire to its excellence. 
 
 The GOOD that men do should live after them. 
 
 Capt. David D. Bard, son of the late Rev. R. Bard, 
 Avas born in Cornwall, Litchfield Co. Conn., July 23d, 
 1 841, and fell mortally wounded in the battle of frank- 
 lin, Tenn., Nov. 30, 1864, dying on the 3d of Dec. fol- 
 lowing. Rare indeed are the instances where the bi- 
 ographer finds in the life of one so young, so much of 
 value to record. Capt. Bard died at the age when most 
 young men have scarcely more than commenced laynig 
 the foundations of a noble manhood ; but with him, 
 the superstructure had gone very far towards comple- 
 tion. From his earliest days, the boy foreshadowed 
 the. man. The love of youthful sports, that lingers 
 long with many, seemed scarcely to be felt by him, in 
 his aspirations for manhood. Brought up under re- 
 ligious influences, he yielded to them from the first. 
 He respected virtue for its own sake, and seemed al- 
 most instinctively to shrink from anything dishonor- 
 able. To others, he seemed a Christian from his boy- 
 hood, but he felt that something more was needed than 
 an outwardly correct life, and in 1858 he gave his heart 
 to God, and united with the Baptist church, of which 
 he remained a feithful member until his death. Soon 
 after his conversion, his thoughts were turned toward 
 the ministry, and he was preparing himself for a proper 
 education, when the war broke out, and the coun- 
 try called for soldiers. For a moment he hesitated in 
 choosing between the profession of peace, to which he 
 
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 had looked, and that involving the din of arms, and 
 the shedding of blood. But it was only for a moment. 
 The defence of his country seemed to him so high and 
 holy a duty, he determined first to help save his coun- 
 try, and then, if God spared his life, to enter the min- 
 istry. Accordingly on the 27th of May, 1861, he en- 
 listed as a private in Co. F, 7th Reg't O. V. I. He 
 served faithfully in his regiment in its severe struggles 
 and weary marches in Western Virginia. Naturally of 
 a feeble constitution, his health failed under the hard- 
 ships of army life, and he was prostrated by camp 
 fever. Such, however, was his zeal, that he left the 
 hospital before having recovered his usual health, and 
 accompanied his regiment to the Shenandoah Valley, 
 where he took part in the battle of Winchester, in 
 which Stonewall Jackson was so signally defeated. 
 
 In this battle Capt. Bard was conspicuous for his 
 bravery, as also in several skirmishes that followed. 
 For his gallantry he was promoted to ist Sergeant, but 
 his health having failed him, he was, much to his re- 
 gret, discharged from the service. 
 
 Soon after his return home, the Government called for 
 300.000 volunteers. Capt. Bard's health having im- 
 proved, he again offered himself to the service, and was 
 accepted, and commissioned as ist Lieutenant, and 
 appointed recruiting officer for the 104th regiment, 
 then forming — his commission bearing date July 20, 
 1862. The regiment was mustered into service Aug. 
 30, 1862, and immediately left for Kentucky, where it 
 did good service in the defence of Cincinnati, 
 
 With the military experience he had acquired in the 
 7th O., joined to his general intelligence, Capt. Bard 
 was looked upon as one of the best officers in his regi- 
 ment. In May, 1863, he was promoted to the Cap- 
 taincy of his company, vice Capt. Wells, resigned. He 
 led his company under Burnside into East Tennessee, 
 and engaged in the operations that secured to our 
 forces the surrender of Cumberland Gap. His health 
 having again failed, he was sent home to recruit for the 
 army. Soon after, however, we find him back with his 
 company, participating in the overthrow of the rebels 
 in East Tennessee. 
 
 In the spring of 1864, the 23d army corps, to which 
 he belonged, joined the Army of the Cumberland, and 
 
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 moved with Sherman in the advance on Atlanta. 
 Throughout that successful, but hard-fought campaign 
 Capt Bard sustained his former reputation as one of 
 ablest, and most efficient officers of the line. Shortly 
 after the capture ot Atlanta, he was appomted A. A. 
 Gen. on the staff of Gen Reilly, and acted in this ca- 
 pacity in the operations between Thomas and Hood 
 in Tennessee. At the battle of Franklin, where a por- 
 tion of our line was giving way under the persistent 
 attack of superior numbers, Capt. Bard rushed to the 
 point to rally our men. He succeeded in his effort, but 
 paid for his success with his life. In the midst of the 
 struggle, he was struck by a musket ball, and fell mor- 
 tally wounded, and as our forces retired during the 
 night, he was left within the lines of the enemy. He 
 was fortunate enough to fall into the hands of a hu- 
 mane family, who did all they could to ease his painfu 
 passage to the tomb. From them have been obtained 
 some interesting particulars in reference to his death. 
 The nature of his wound (the ball passed through his 
 bladder and bowels) forbade any hope of recovery, and 
 with an intellect unclouded to the last, he met his fate 
 as a soldier, and a Christian. Though suffering the 
 most excruciating pain, he bore it with heroic fortitude. 
 Such was the manliness of his disposition as shown in 
 his last hours, he so endeared himself to the strangers 
 who had cared for him, that they wept his loss as 
 though he had been their own child. 
 
 Said the lady of the house, "He was the most thank- 
 ful for little favors of any one I ever saw." 
 
 At his request the scriptures were frequently read to 
 him. A little before his death, he placed his hand.s 
 upon the Bible, sung a hymn, and then "he fell asleep." 
 Thus passed away one of the noblest and purest 
 spirits that have gone up to God from the altar of our 
 country. . , 
 
 Surrounded by temptations iii the army, to wliicli 
 many yield, he so guarded himself against evil, that 
 when he fell, not a stain was on his raiment. And 
 yet, so unobtrusive was his piety, that even the most 
 wicked could not but respect him. With him the bat- 
 tle is over, but the victory remains, and he who fought 
 so well, has been granted a triumphant entry into the 
 City of the Great King. Farewell comrade ! May we 
 fight the battle of life as bravely. 
 
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 Capt. David D. Bard, Co. I, 104th O. V. I. 
 
 Headquarters, Army of Ohio in the Field, ) 
 Near Columbia, Tenn., Dec. 24, 1864. ) 
 
 One of the most painful duties connected with sol- 
 diering is that of announcing the death of our brave 
 commanders and worthy comrades, as they fall upon 
 the bloody field, or are otherwise sacrificed for the 
 cause of their country. The subject of this letter, my 
 Captain, adds another to the long roll of honor who lost 
 their lives, fighting for the flag of our country. Capt. 
 Bard was mortally wounded on the 30th of Nov. at the 
 terrible battle of Franklin, Tenn., and should I under- 
 take to pronounce an eulogy upon his fair fame, and 
 noble character, I could not say too much. He enter- 
 ed the three months service as a private soldier of Co. 
 F, 7th Ohio Infantry, apd at the time of his death was 
 in his fourth year of service. 
 
 His services with the 104th Ohio commenced as a 
 1st Lieutenant, and he has ever shown himself a gal- 
 lant soldier and efficient officer. Gained unusual re- 
 spect and confidence of his commanding officer and 
 the highest esteem of those whom he commanded. 
 Was always prompt in the performance of his duties. 
 Sought not easy positions in the service, but preferred 
 to share with his comrades the privations and hard- 
 ships of field service. Was promoted not only in mili- 
 tary rank, but was continually raised in the estimation 
 of his regiment and at the time of his last battle with 
 the enemy was Acting Assistant Adjutant on General 
 Reilly's Staff; which was not through favoritism 
 or the influence of friends, but for true deserving went. 
 And I am glad to add that he was not only a vigilant 
 soldier of his country, but also a faithful soldier of the 
 Cross of Christ. And to him I would say, 
 
 "Soldier rest ! thy warfare o'er 
 
 Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking. 
 
 Dream of battle fields no more. 
 
 Days of danger, nights of waking^ 
 
25 
 
 TO YOUNG MEN. 
 
 An Eloquent Appeal to them by General James A. 
 
 Garfield. 
 
 [The incident of the Lincoln pole raising ^->"'=!^^;''=^"'"'"f ,,^;,S''''^,°n 
 and u-pon which this poem is founded, was one of the tirst pub Ic ac^ in 
 Gen. Garfield's political career, and as the speech ^^ehver d by him a 
 Cleveland. O. Oct. ii, 1879, was one of h,s last great eWo*^^?^' ^^^ J^JT' 
 the following extract from it the thoughts of which ^f '"/° ^J^^'i^^'^^i '^^ 
 sentiment of the poem, reminding of past achievments of the Republican 
 Party, and pointing forward to still grander victories.] 
 
 "Now, fellow citizens, a word before I leave you on 
 the very eve of the holy day of God-a fit moment to 
 consecrate ourselves finally to the great work on next 
 Tuesday morning. I see in the audience to-mght a 
 great many young men, young men who are about to 
 cast their first vote. \ want to give you a word of sug- 
 gestion and advice. I heard a very bnlhant thmg said 
 by a boy the other day up in one of our northwestern 
 counties. He said to me: 'General, I have a great 
 mind to vote the Democratic ticket.' That was not 
 the brilliant thing. [Laughter^ I said to him Why. 
 'Why,' said he, 'my father is a Republican, and I am a 
 Republican all over, but I want to be an independent 
 man, and I don't want anybody to say, ^hat tel- 
 low votes the Republican ticket just because his dad 
 does," and I have half a mind to vote the Democratic 
 ticket just to prove my independence. 1 did not like 
 the thing the boy suggested, but I did admire the 
 spirit of the boy that wanted to have same independ- 
 ence of his own. T> .,.,,K 
 "Now, I tell you, young man. don t vote the Repub- 
 lican ticket just because your father votes it. Don t 
 vote the Democratic ticket even if he does vote it. 
 [Laughter.] But let me give you this one word of ad- 
 lice as you are about to pitch your tent in one of the 
 great political camps. Your life s full and buoya t 
 with hope now, and 1 beg you when you P^tch your 
 tent pitch it among the living and notamongthe dead 
 [Applause.] Ifyou are at all inclined to pitch itamong 
 the democratic people and with that party, et me go 
 with you for a moment, while we survey the ground 
 where I hope you will not shortly lie. [Laughter. J It 
 is a sad place, voung man, for you to put your young 
 life into It is'to me far more like a graveyard than a 
 camp for the living. Look at it! It is billowed all 
 over with graves of dead issues, of buried opinions, ot 
 
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 exploded theories, of disgraced doctrines. '^'«^\ca"' 
 not live in comfort in such a place. [Laughter.] VVhy, 
 look here! Here is a little double mound. 1 look 
 down on it and I read, 'Sacred to the memory of Squat- 
 ter Sovereignty and the Dred Scott decision. A mil- 
 lion and a half Democrats voted for that, but it has been 
 dead fifteen years-died by the hand ot Abraham Lin- 
 coln, and here it lies. [Applause.] Young man, that 
 is not the place for you. 
 
 "But look a little further. Here is another monu- 
 ment-a black tomb-and beside it theretowers to the 
 sky a monument of four million pairs of human letters, 
 taken from the arms of slaves, and I read on its head- 
 stone this: 'Sacred to the memory of human slavery. 
 For forty years of its infamous life the Democratic par- 
 ty taught that it was divine, God's institution, i hey 
 defended it, they stood around it at its grave asmourn- 
 ers. But here it lies, dead by the hand of Abraham 
 Lincoln. [Applause.] Dead by the power of the Ke^- 
 publican party [Applause.] Dead by the justice of 
 Almighty God. [Great applause and cheers.] Dont 
 camp there young man. But here is another-a little 
 brimstone tomb [laughter]-and I read across its yel- 
 low face in lurid, bloody lines these words: ' Sacrea to 
 the memory of the State Sovereignty and Secession. 
 Twelve millions of democrats mustered arouncl it m 
 ?rms to keep it alive; but here it lies, shot to death by 
 the million guns of the Republic. [Applause.] Here 
 it lies, its shrine burnt to ashes under the blazing rat- 
 ters of the burning Confederacy. [Applause.] it is 
 dead! I would not have you stay in there a minute, 
 even in this balmy night air, to look at such a place 
 "Oh, young man, come out of that! [Laughter.] 
 That is no place to put your life. Come out, and come 
 over to this camp of liberty, of order, of law, of justice, 
 of freedom, [amen], of all that is glorious under these 
 
 night stars. , 
 
 -Is there any death here in our camp.? \ cs, yes 
 Three hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, the noblest 
 band that ever trod the earth, died to make this camp 
 a camp of glory and liberty forever! [1 remendous 
 
 applause] 
 
 "But there are no dead issues here. 1 here are no 
 dead ideas here. Hang out our banners from under 
 the blue skv this night until it shall sweep the gr- 
 
 een 
 
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 turf under your feet! It hangs over our camp 
 Read, away up under the stars, the inscriptions we 
 have written on it, lo! these twenty-five years. 
 Twenty-five ^'ears agathe Repubhcen party was rnar- 
 ried to Liberty, and this is our silver wedding,_ fellow 
 citizens. [Great applause.] A worthily married pair 
 love each other better on the day of their silver wedding 
 than on the first day of their espousal; and we are 
 truer to Liberty to-day and dearer to God than we 
 were when we spoke our first word of Liberty Read 
 away up in the sky, across our starry banner that first 
 word /e uttered twenty-five years ago. What was it. 
 'Slavery shall never extend another foot over the ter- 
 ritories'^3fthe great West!' [Applause.] ^tha /ead 
 or alive? Alive, thank God, forevermore. [Applause.] 
 And truer to-night than . it was the hour it was 
 written. [Applause.] Then it was a hope a 
 promise, apurpose; to-night it is equal with the stars 
 -immortal history and immortal truth. [Applause.] 
 
 "Come down the glorious steps of our banner. 
 Every great record we have made we have vindicated 
 with our blood and with our truth. It sweeps 
 the ground, and it touches the stars. <-ome 
 then, young man and put in your young life where ail 
 is living and where nothing is dead but the heroes that 
 defended it. [Applause.] I think these young men 
 will do that. [Of course they will!] 
 
 "Gentlemen,we are closing this memorable campaign. 
 We have got our enemies on the run everywhere 
 [Laughter], and all you need to do in this noble old city, 
 this capital of the Western Reserve, is to follow them 
 up and finish it by snowing the rebellion under once 
 more. We stand on an isthmus. 1 his year and 
 next is the narrow ithumus between us and perpetual 
 victory. Ifyoucan winnow, and win in 1880, tlien 
 the very stars in their courses will fight for us. [Ap- 
 plause.] The census will do the work, and will give 
 us thirty more freemen of the North in our congress 
 that will make up for the rebellion of the South. 
 [Great applause.] ^ j <- 
 
 "We are posted here as the Greeks were posted at 
 Thermopylae, to meet this one great barbarian, Xerxes 
 of the isthmus. Stand in your places, men of Uhio. 
 Fight this battle, win this victory, and then one more 
 puts you in safty forever." 
 
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 AT HIRAM, OHIO, AUGUST 30, I860. 
 
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