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country does not ask us to die for her welfare only,— she asks us to live for her, and
so to live and so to act that her government may be pure, her officers honest, and
every corner of her territory a place fit to grow the best men and women, who shall
rule over her.




Color-bearers of the public schools: When on the 17th of May last, the flags
which you now bear were presented by the two posts of the G. A. R. of this city,
you were chosen to represent your schools, because you were thought worthy.

The veterans of the Civil War from whose hands you received them were
men who had shown their loyalty upon bloody battle fields. They felt that they
were honored in intrusting to you these banners. Young hearts that should beat
loyally through the years to come. Young hands that should ever be ready to
strike in defense should the time ever demand it.

After carefully guarding these banners for the time they have been in your
custody, you are about to surrender them to other hands. They who follow you
will in turn be as proud as you. In the years to come all of you will look back
to your school days, and feel that the greatest honor bestowed upon you by your
school was your selection as color-bearers.

My children, you who are delegates from the various schools, this day and cere-
mony mean much to you. It is not the flag, with its stripes and stars of red and
white, its field of blue, that of itself means anything. The language it speaks is
what you should heed, is that which makes it the flag of freedom. Read lessons
from its beautiful folds as unfolding in the fresh breezes of the morning they are
kissed by the bright sunlight. It tells us that it is not the flag of war, but the
flag of peace and good will. Its mission is the friendship of the nations.

But it also tells us that should it ever be necessary to strike against wrong that
the blow will be heavy. If ever it is necessary to draw the sword in behalf of
wronged or oppressed humanity that that sword will not be sheathed until the
wrong is righted, and the hand of the oppressor raised.

Learn that it teaches us to be good citizens, that in all civic affairs we should be
upright and not seek office for the sake of pelf. It teaches us that public duty is a
trust which should be faithfully performed for the good of our country and not for
personal aggrandizement.

Go from here to-day impressed with the thought of being better men and women
because you are to be citizens of this great country, and that you will do your best
to make it better because you are citizens; then my children you shall best honor
the flags, which we intrust to your color-bearers to-day. — W. H. Scott, G. A. R.



i. Home Song, Home, Sweet Home.

2. School Song, The Schoolhouse and the Flag.

3. Capitol Song, The Star of Freedom.

4. Restored Union Song, 0, Starry Flag of Union, Hail!



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O need to ask you, my young friends, whether you
love your home. It is, indeed, as the good old song
says, " the dearest spot of earth."

And yet, I wonder whether you ever think that
it is only because of the shelter which the flag gives
you that you have and enjoy your homes! If that
flag-shelter were taken away, with it would pass at
once the security of home. The flag, like a guardian angel, spreads its
folds, like wings, above your dwellings, and guards them with unceas-
ing care, and with all the mighty power of the government. Let the
flag, then, fly over your homes. Place it upon the walls of your room,
so that when morning carries the flaming torch of Day before your
window, touching the red, white and blue with a fresh splendor, you
may cry, as once did a famous knight of old, " There's sunshine on the



Home's not merely four square walls,

Though with pictures hung and gilded, —
Home is where affection calls,

Filled with shrines the heart hath builded.
Home! Go watch the faithful dove

Sailing 'neath the heaven above us.
Home is where there's one to love;

Home is where there's one to love us.

Home's not merely roof and room.

It needs something to endear it.
Home is where the heart can bloom,

Where there's some kind lip to cheer it.
What is home with none to meet,

None to welcome, none to greet us?
Home is sweet and only sweet,

When there's one we love to meet us.

(41) — Charles Swain.



A few Sundays ago, I stood on a hill in Washington. My heart
thrilled as I looked on the towering marble of my country's Capitol.

A few days later I visited a country home. A modest, quiet
house, sheltered by great trees and set in a circle of field and meadow,
gracious with the promise of harvest barns and cribs well filled and
the old smokehouse odorous with treasure — the fragrance of pink
and hollyhock mingling with the aroma of garden and orchard, and
resonant with the hum of bees and poultry's busy clucking — inside
the house, thrift, comfort, and that cleanliness that is next to godli-
ness, and the old clock that had held its steadfast pace amid the frolic
of weddings, and kept company with the watchers of the sick bed,
and had ticked the solemn requiem for the dead; and the well-worn
Bible that, thumbed by fingers long since stilled, and blurred with
tears of eyes long since closed, held the simple annals of the family,
and the heart and conscience of the home. Outside stood the master,
strong and wholesome and upright; wearing no man's collar; with
no mortgage on his roof, and no lien on his ripening harvest; pitching
his crops in his own wisdom, and selling them in his own time in his
chosen market; master of his lands and master of himself. Near by
stood his aged father, happy in the heart and home of his son. And
as they started to the house the old man's hands rested on the young
man's shoulder, touching it with the knighthood of the fourth com-
mandment, and laying there the unspeakable blessing of an honored
and grateful father. As they drew near the door the old mother
appeared; the sunset falling on her face, softening its wrinkles and its
tenderness, lighting up her patient eyes, and the rich music of her heart
trembling on her lips as in simple phrase she welcomed her husband
and son to their home. Beyond was the good wife, happy amid her
household cares. And the children, strong and sturdy, trooping down
the lane with the lowing herd, or weary of simple sport, seeking, as
truant birds do, the quiet of the old home nest. And I saw the night
descend on that home. And the stars swarmed in the bending skies,
and the father, a simple man of God, gathered the family about him,



read from the Bible the old, old story of love and faith, and then closed
the record of that simple day by calling down the benediction of God
on the family and the home!

And as I gazed, the memory of the great Capitol faded from my
brain. Forgotten its treasure and its splendor. And I said, " Surely
here — here in the homes of the people — is lodged the ark of the cove-
nant of my country. Here is its majesty and its strength. Here the
beginning of its power and the end of its responsibility."

The home is the source of our national life. Back of the national
Capitol and above it stands the home. Back of the President and
above him stands the citizen. What the home is, this and nothing
else will the Capitol be. What the citizen wills, this and nothing else
will the President be. — Henry W. Grady.


I love my country's pine-clad hills,
Her thousand bright and gushing rills,

Her sunshine and her storms;
Her rough and rugged rocks that rear
Their hoary heads high in the air

In wild, fantastic forms.

I love her rivers, deep and wide,
Those mighty streams that seaward glide

To seek the ocean's breast;
Her smiling fields, her pleasant vales,
Her shady dells, her flowery dales,

The haunts of peaceful rest.

I love her forests, dark and lone.
For there the wild bird's merry tone

Is heard from morn till night.
And there are lovelier flowers, I ween,
Than e'er in Eastern lands were seen,

In varied colors bright.

Her forests and her valleys fair,

Her flowers that scent the morning air,

Have all their charms for me;
But more I love my country's name,
Those words that echo deathless fame, —

" The land of liberty."



Oh, give me back my native hills,
My daisied meads, and trouted rills,

And groves of pine!
Oh, give me, too, the mountain air, —
My youthful days without a care,
When rose for me a mother's prayer,

In tones divine!

Long years have passed, — and I behold
My father's elms and mansion old, —

The brook's bright wave;
But, ah! the scenes which fancy drew
Deceived my heart, — the friends I knew
Are sleeping now, beneath the yew, —

Low in the grave!

The sunny spots I loved so well,
When but a child, seem like a spell

Flung round the bier!
The ancient wood, the cliff, the glade,
Whose charms, methought, could never fade,
Again I view, — yet shed, unstayed,

The silent tear!

Here let me kneel, and linger long,
And pour, unheard, my native song,

And seek relief!
Like ocean's wave, that restless heaves,
My days roll on, yet memory weaves
Her twilight o'er the past, and leaves

A balm for grief!

Oh, that I could again recajl
My early joys, companions, all,

That cheered my youth!
But, ah, 'tis vain, — how changed am I! *
My heart hath learned the bitter sigh!
The pure shall meet beyond the sky, —

How sweet the truth!

— Hesperian.



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ET us all praise and thank the Legislature of our great
Empire State for that law which compels every
schoolhouse to keep the flag flying during school
time. For if home is " the dearest spot," hardly less
pleasant should the schoolhouse be. And what can
help so much to make it pleasant as the sight of the
flag? Faces of the sunniest teachers will sometimes be overcast with
clouds; pleasantest voices sometimes be edged with sharpness; sweetest
tempers sometimes grow sour, like the richest cream after a thunder-
storm; but the flag, ah, the flag! As it floats over the proudest or
poorest schoolhouse in the State, it always greets you in the morning
with a smile of welcome on its pleasant face, and when you start for
home, waves its benediction over you, and shakes out from its folds this
cheery voice: " Come again! I'll be here to greet you."



Our glorious Land to-day,
'Neath Education's sway,

Soars upward still.
Its halls of learning fair,
Whose bounties all may share,
Behold them everywhere

On vale and hill!

Thy safeguard, Liberty,
The school shall ever be, —

Our Nation's pride!
No tyrant's hand shall smite,
While with encircling might
All here are taught the Right

With Truth allied.


Beneath Heaven's gracious will
The star of Progress still

Our course doth sway;
In unity sublime
To broader heights we climb,
Triumphant over Time,

God speeds our way!

Grand birthright of our sires,
Our altars and our fires

Keep we still pure!
Our starry flag unfurled,
The hope of all the world,
In peace and light impearled,

God hold secure.

— Samuel Francis Smith.


The sheet-anchor of the Ship of State is the common school.
Teach, first and last, Americanism. Let no youth leave the school
without being thoroughly grounded in the history, the principles, and
the incalculable blessings of American liberty. Let the boys be the
trained soldiers of constitutional freedom, the girls the intelligent
mothers of freemen. American liberty must be protected. — Hon.
Chauncey M. Depew.


The " fine, old conservative policy," as it was called two centuries
ago, of " keeping subjects ignorant in order to make them submissive,"
has happily given place to one which seeks to educate all the people
in order to preserve liberty, to enforce law, to develop manhood and
womanhood, and to perpetuate the blessings of good government.
Free common schools are open to-day all over our broad land. Col-
leges and universities, high schools, and schools of professional and
technical training offer their privileges to all who seek them. Two
glorious centuries of educational growth, unmatched in the history
of the world! What wondrous changes! What stupendous strides!



Philosophers and statesmen have ever recognized the truth that
universal education is the basis of true national prosperity and real
greatness. " The fair fabric of Justice raised by Numa," says Plutarch,
" passed rapidly away because it was not founded upon education."
No truer reason can be given for the decay of everything good in a
State. No nation will ever realize its full possibilities which does not
build upon the education of the whole people, upon the enlightenment
of the masses. Every consideration of public safety points to the
wisdom of emancipating the people from the slavery of ignorance.
Might alone has made the struggle for greatness and has failed. War,
with all its horrors, has proved powerless to make nations great.
Rome, great as she was, and leader of the world, fell, not because she
lacked brave generals and great rulers, but because her plan of educa-
tion did not reach to the foundations of her national life and character.
In a republic like ours, the system of education, to realize its highest
aim, must reach the common people, the " plain people," as Lincoln
loved to call them. It is the highest province of the State to deter-
mine the character and the quality of the education which will best
prepare them for their life work as individuals, and as citizens of the
republic. — Charles R. Skinner, from the President's Address, delivered
before the National Educational Association of the United States, at
Milwaukee, Wis., July 6, 1897.

Our fathers, in their wisdom, knew that the foundations of liberty,
fraternity and equality must be universal education. The free school,
therefore, was conceived the corner-stone of the Republic. Washing-
ton and Jefferson recognized that while religious training belongs to
the church, and while technical and higher culture may be given by
private institutions, the training of citizens in the common knowledge
and in the common duties of citizenship belongs irrevocably to the
State. We, therefore, uplift the system of free and universal educa-
tion as the master force which, under God, has been informing each
of our generations with the peculiar truths of Americanism. — Charles
R. Skinner, from address before New York State Teachers' Associa-
tion, 1897.



(From the last interview of General Horry with General Marion in 1795.)

Israel of old, you know, was destroyed for lack of knowledge; and
all nations, all individuals, have come to naught from the same cause;
what signifies then even this government, divine as it is, if it be not
known and prized as it deserves? This is best done by free schools.

Men will always fight for their government according to their
sense of its value. To value it aright, they must understand it. This
they cannot do, without education, and, as a large portion of the
citizens are poor, and can never attain that inestimable blessing with-
out the aid of government, it is plainly the first duty of government to
bestow it freely upon them. The more perfect the government, the
greater the duty to make it well known. * * *

God knows, a good government can hardly be half anxious enough
to give its citizens a thorough knowledge of its own excellencies. For
as some of the most valuable truths, for lack of careful promulgation,
have been lost, so the best government on earth, if not duly known and
prized, may be subverted. Ambitious demagogues will rise, and the
people, through ignorance and love of change, will follow them.

Look at the people of New England. From Britain their fathers
had fled to America for religion's sake. Religion had taught them that
God created men to be happy; that to be happy they must have virtue;
that virtue is not to be attained without knowledge, nor knowledge
without instruction, nor public instruction without free schools, nor
free schools without legislative order. Among a free people who fear
God, the knowledge of duty is the same as doing it. With minds well
informed of their rights, and hearts glowing with love for themselves
and posterity, when the war broke out they rose up against the enemy,
firm and united, and gave glorious proof how men will fight when they
know that their all is at stake. — Francis Marion.


AVE you ever been in the city of Washington, the
capital of your country? If you have, I am sure
you never can forget the noble " Capitol " building,
at one end of Pennsylvania avenue, while at the
other end stands the famous " White House," the
home of the President of the United States.

To the Capitol the approach is very beautiful
and the first sight of the great building very inspiring. Within its
walls the laws which govern our country are made by United States
Senators — two from each state in the Union — and Representatives
from all the states, — the number from each state being based upon
population. Here indeed, from the loftiest peak of the " Capitol,"
should our dear flag fly. For the flag is the emblem of that justice
which the laws of this country must grant to every citizen, no matter
how poor or humble he may be. In this building also sit the Justices
of the Supreme Court of the United States. It is their duty to see that
the laws are right, that justice is done between man and man, and that
respect and obedience are shown to these just laws.

Washington is without doubt one of the most beautiful cities in the
world. It is in the District of Columbia, so-called. This district is
really a territory of the United States, and as such is under the exclusive
care and government of Congress. No finer historical program for the
Capitol could be devised than to have pupils read about the men and
the events that have made Washington, the Capitol, and the Dis-
trict of Columbia, the home of the Capitol — so famous. Then let them
mould their reading into short essays, to be read, compared and con-
trasted as to knowledge of historical perspective shown and real a com-
posing " power.




A few Sundays ago I stood on a hill in Washington. My heart
thrilled as I looked on the towering marble of my country's Capitol,
and a mist gathered in my eyes as, standing there, I thought of its
tremendous significance and the powers there assembled, and the re-
sponsibilities there centered — its president, its congress, its courts,
its gathered treasure, its army, its navy, and its 60,000,000 of citizens.
It seemed to me the best and mightiest sight that the sun could find
in its wheeling course — this majestic home of a Republic that has
taught the world its best lessons of liberty — and I felt that if wisdom,
and justice, and honor abided therein, the world would stand indebted
to this temple on which my eyes rested, and in which the ark of my
covenant was lodged for its final uplifting and regeneration. —
Henry W. Grady.

With each succeeding year, new interest is added to this spot. It
becomes connected with all the historical associations of our country,
with her statesmen and her orators; and alas! its cemetery is annually
enriched with the ashes of her chosen sons. Before is the broad and
beautiful river, separating two of the original thirteen states, and which
a late President, a man of determined purpose and inflexible will, but
patriotic heart, desired to span with arches of ever-enduring granite,
symbolical of the firmly cemented union of the North and South. On
its banks repose the ashes of the Father of His Country; and at our
side, by a singular felicity of position, overlooking the city which he
designed, and which bears his name, rises to his memory the marble
column, sublime in its simple grandeur, and fitly intended to reach a
loftier height than any similar structure on the surface of the whole
earth. Let the votive offering of his grateful countrymen be freely
contributed to carry higher and still higher this monument. May I
say, as on another occasion: Let it rise! Let it rise, till it shall meet
the sun in his coming. Let the earliest light of the morning gild it,
and parting day linger and play on its summit. — Daniel Webster.





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