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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,
they probably would read a declaration of independence,
If 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 Jefferson, 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.


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




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 and 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 off 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 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

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 born 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.

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liberty's latest daughter.

Foreseen in the vision of sages,

Foretold 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

Of 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.

— Bayard Taylor.


'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?




(Closing passage from Centennial address, October 18, 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,
recalling with pride what France had done for us at Yorktown. Let
us lift 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 affection!

" 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.


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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.





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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

" 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 feeling
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


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 our 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 offer 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."



General Grant and the Civil War,

Song, See, the Conquering Hero Comes.

Admiral Dewey and the Spanish War,

Song, Dezvey at Manila Bay.

In Memoriam — May 30th.

Selections Song, Song for Memorial Day.

Selections Song, The Heroes' Greeting.

Selections Song, In Memoriam.

Selections Song, Remembered.



IHE 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.)





Toll! bells of the nation, toll!

For Grant, our Brave 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.


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 which, 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

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