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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." — JVashington 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.



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 tears, 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 office 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,


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. H alpine.


John Greenleaf Whittier.



Arranged from Jonathan Battishill.



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By special arrangement with Houghton, Mifflin & Co.




Quotations Song, The American Flag.

Selections Song, Our Flag.

Selections Song, Flag of the Free.

Selections Song, America.



£HIS clay, 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 line. 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 Fla g " — 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."





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 Gould.

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 Cary.


Joseph Rodman Drake.
In Unison or in Parts

John W. Tufts.

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Flag of the free heart's hope and home.By an - gelhandsto val - or given,Thy stars have lit the


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It was no holiday flag, emblazoned for gayety, or for vanity. It
was a solemn national signal. When that banner first unrolled to the
sun, it was the symbol of all those holy truths and purposes which
brought together the Colonial American Congress! Our flag means,
then, all that our fathers meant in the Revolutionary War; it means
all that the Declaration of Independence meant; it means all that the
Constitution of our people, organizing for justice, for liberty, and for
happiness, meant. Our flag carries American ideas, American history,
and American feelings. Beginning with the colonies, and coming down
to our time, in its sacred heraldry, in its glorious insignia, it has gath-
ered and stored chiefly this supreme idea — divine right of liberty in
man. Every color means liberty; every thread means liberty; every
form of star and beam or stripe of light means liberty; not lawlessness,
not license; but organized institutional liberty, — liberty through law,
and laws for liberty. — Henry Ward Bcccher.

Behold it! Listen to it! Every star has a tongue; every stripe is
articulate. " There is no language or speech where their voices are
not heard." There is magic in the web of it. It has an answer for
every question of duty. It has a solution for every doubt and per-
plexity. It has a word of good cheer for every hour of gloom or of
despondency. Behold it! Listen to it! It speaks of earlier and of later
struggles. It speaks of victories, and sometimes of reverses, on the sea
and on the land. It speaks of patriots and heroes among the living and
the dead. But before all and above all other associations and memories,
whether of glorious men, or glorious deeds, or glorious places, its
voice is ever of Union and Liberty, of the Constitution and the Laws. —
Robert C. Winthrop.

All hail to our glorious ensign ! Courage to the heart, and strength
to the hand to which, in all time, it shall be entrusted! May it ever wave
in honor, in unsullied glory, and patriotic hope, on the dome of the
capitol, on the dome of the country's stronghold, on the tented plain,




on the wave-rocked topmast. Wherever, on the earth's surface, the
eye of the American shall behold it, may he have reason to bless it! On
whatsoever spot it is planted, there may freedom have a foothold,
humanity a brave champion, and religion an altar. Though stained
with blood in a righteous cause, may it never, in any cause, be stained
with shame. Alike, when its gorgeous folds shall wanton in lazy holiday
triumphs on the summer breeze, and its tattered fragments be dimly
seen through the clouds of war, may it be the joy and the pride of the
American heart. First raised in the cause of right and liberty, in that
cause alone, may it forever spread its streaming blazonry to the battle
and the storm. Having been borne victoriously across the continent,
and on every sea, may virtue, and freedom, and peace forever follow
where it leads the way. — Edward Everett.

For myself, in our Federal relations, I know but one section, one
union, one flag, one government. That section embraces every state;
that union is the union sealed with blood and consecrated by the tears
of the Revolutionary struggle; that flag is the flag known and honored
on every sea under heaven; which has borne off glorious victory from
many a bloody battlefield, and yet stirs with warmer and quicker pulsa-
tions the heart's blood of every true American when he looks upon
the stars and stripes. I will sustain that flag wherever it waves — over
the sea or over the land. And when it shall be despoiled and dis-
figured, I will rally around it still, as the star-spangled banner of my
fathers and my country ; and, so long as a single stripe can be discovered,
or a single star shall glimmer from the surrounding darkness, I will
cheer it as the emblem of a nation's glory and a nation's hope. — Daniel
S. Dickinson.

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 on its radiant trophies, can fail to
recognize the image of the whole nation? It has been called a " float-
ing piece of poetry; " and yet I know not if it has 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, pro-
claim 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 blaz-
ing in the sky, — make the flag of our country, to be cherished by all
of our hearts, to be upheld by all our hands. — Charles Sumner.

I have recently returned from an extended tour of the States, and
nothing so impressed and so refreshed me as the universal display of
this banner of beauty and glory. It waved over the schoolhouses; it
was in the hands of the school children. As we speeded across the
sandy wastes, at some solitary place a man, a woman, a child would
come to the door and wave it in loyal greeting. 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 midnight 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 searchlights 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 approving the human
liberty and human equality typified by that flag. — Benjamin Harrison.

It is on such an occasion as this that we can reason together —
reaffirm our devotion to the country and the principles of the Decla-
ration of Independence. Let us make up our mind that when we do
put a new star upon our banner it shall be a fixed one, never to be
dimmed by the horrors of war, but brightened by the contentment and
prosperity of peace. Let us go on to extend the area of our useful-

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ness, add star upon star, until their light shall shine upon five hundred
millions of a free and happy people.— Abraham Lincoln, on raising a
new flag over Independence Hall, Philadelphia, February 22, 1861.


O Star Spangled Banner! The flag of our pride!
Though trampled by traitors and basely defied,
Fling out to the glad winds your red, white and blue,
For the heart of the Northland is beating for you!
And her strong arm i« nerving to strike with a will,
Till the foe and his boastings are humbled and still!
Here's welcome to wounding and combat and scars
And the glory of death, for the Stripes and the Stars!

From prairie, O ploughman! speed boldly away,
There's seed to be sown in God's furrows to-day!
Row landward, lone fisher! stout woodman, come homel
Let smith leave his anvil, and weaver his loom,
And hamlet and city ring loud with the cry:
" For God and our country we'll fight till we die!
Here's welcome to wounding and combat and scars
And the glory of death, for the Stripes and the Stars! "

Invincible banner! the flag of the free,
Oh, where treads the foot that would falter for thee?
Or the hands to be folded till triumph is won
And the eagle looks proud, as of old, to the sun?
Give tears for the parting, a murmur of prayer,
Then forward! the fame of our standard to share!
With welcome to wounding and combat and scars
And the glory of death, for the Stripes and the Stars!

O God of our fathers! this banner must shine
Where battle is hottest, in warfare divine!
The cannon has thundered, the bugle has blown,
We fear not the summons, we fight not alone!
O lead us, till wide from the gulf to the sea
The land shall be sacred to freedom and Thee!
With love for oppression; with blessing for scars,
One Country, one Banner, the Stripes and the Stars!

— Edna Dean Proctor.


In the ceremonies at Philadelphia, I was, for the first time, allowed
the privilege of standing in old Independence Hall. * * * My
friends there had provided a magnificent flag of the country. They
had arranged it so that I was given the honor of raising it to the head
of its staff. And when it went up. I was pleased that it went up to
its place by the strength of my own feeble arm. When, according
to the arrangement, the cord was pulled, and it floated gloriously to
the wind without an accident, in the light, glowing sunshine of the
morning, I could not help hoping that there was in the entire success
of that beautiful ceremony at least something 01 an omen of what is
to come. How could I help feeling then, as I often have felt, in the
whole of that proceeding I was a very humble instrument?

I had not provided the flag; I had not made the arrangements for
elevating it to its place. I had applied but a very small portion of
my feeble strength in raising it. In the whole transaction, I was in
the hands of the people who had arranged it. And, if I can have the
same generous co-operation of the people of the nation, I think the
flag of our country may still be kept flaunting gloriously. — Abraham
Lincoln, Address to the Legislature, Harrisburg, February 22, 1861.


Hail, brightest banner that floats on the gale!
Flag of the country of Washington, hail!
Red are thy stripes with the blood of the brave;
Bright are thy stars as the sun on the wave;
Wrapt in thy folds are the hopes of the free.
Banner of Washington! blessings on thee!

Traitors shall perish, and treason shall fail:
Kingdoms and thrones in thy glory grow pale!
Thou shalt live on, and thy people shall own
Loyalty's sweet, when each heart is thy throne:
Union and Freedom thine heritage be.
Country of Washington! blessings on thee!

— William E. Robinson.




Our flag is there, our flag is there,

We'll hail it with three loud huzzas.
Our flag is there, our flag is there,

Behold the glorious Stripes and Stars.
Stout hearts have fought for that bright flag,

Strong hands sustained it mast-head high,
And, oh, to see how proud it waves,

Brings tears of joy in every eye.

That flag has stood the battle's roar,

With foemen stout, with foemen brave;
Strong hands have sought that flag to lower,

And found a speedy watery g^ave.
That flag is known on every shore,

The standard of a gallant band:
Alike unstained in peace or war,

It floats o'er Freedom's happy land.

— American Naval Officer, 1812.


Wm. A. Montgomery.
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To the wind's light will:
Furl its stars, or float in day,

Flutter, or be still!
It his held its colors bright,

Through the war-smoke dun:
Spotless emblem of the right,

Whence success was won.

In the gathering hosts of hope,

In the march of man,
Open for it place and scope,

Bid it lead the van.
Till beneath the searching skies

Martyr-blood be found,
Purer than our sacrifice,

Crying from the ground.

Till :i flag with some new light

Oit of Freedom's sky,
Kindles through the gulfs of night

Holier blazonry.
Let it glow, the darkness drown!

Give our banner sway,
Till its joyful stars go down

In undreamed-of Day!

— Lucy Larcom.


O Columbia, the gem of the ocean,

The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,

A world offers homage to thee.
Thy mandates make heroes assemble,

When Liberty's form stands in view;
Thy barners make tyranny tremble,

When borne by the Red, White and Blue.

Chorus: When borne by the Red, White, and Blue,

When borne by the Red, White, and Blue,

Thy banners make tyranny tremble
When borne by the Red, White, and Blue.



When war winged its wide desolation,

And threatened the land to deform,
The ark then of Freedom's foundation,

Columbia, rode safe through the storm,
With the garlands of victory around her,

When so proudly she bore her brave crew,
With her flag proudly floating before her,

The boast of the Red, White, and Blue.

— David T. Shaw.

O'er the high and o'er the lowly
Floats that banner bright and holy,

In the rays of Freedom's sun,
In the nation's heart imbedded,
O'er our Union newly wedded,

One in all, and all in one.

Let that banner wave forever,

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