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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.


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. Grimkc.

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.


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 higher for 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



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.


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
conies by the stories of their fathers, the martyrs to liberty; 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 ail 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


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 unbundl-
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-




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



for many years, and when it landed upon the shores again the men
sprang irom 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 tlu Stars and Stripes
because ihey 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."



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 Lozvell.

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.


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.


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 families, 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

I will close by saying, God bless the women of America! —
Abraham Lincoln.


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.



Our 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 Divight.


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 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!


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



of us unless supplemented by civil victories harder possibly to win, in
their way not less indispensable. We will have our difficulties and

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