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TO THE GRAND ARMY.

BY JUDGE R. N. AUSTIN.

LL hail to the heroes, so gallant and brave, Who ventured their lives the Union to save, Which foul rebellion had sought to destroy, By all the devices that rebels employ.

All hail, then, we say, Hurrah for the brave!
Who fought for that banner, always to wave.
We reverence the flag you fought to defend,
On which oft valor and glory depend,
An emblem of freedom long may it be,
As it floats and waves over land and sea.
No token for conquest shall it be made,
The weak to molest, their rights to invade,
But a beacon to guide the brave and the true,
To free the oppressed, their foes to pursue.
Beneath its bright folds you gather to tell
Of battles you fought, of heroes who fell
In some fierce encounter, by flood or field,
In struggles to win-rather die than yield.
Memory still clings to those deeds of yore,
When the Stars and the Stripes aloft you bore,
And charged on the foe, with triumphant shout,
The Union to save, its rebels to rout.
You come together whenever you meet,
To speak of the past, old comrades to greet,
Some painful wound will you often remind
Of scenes and events that you've left behind.
We greet that banner with rapture the more,
For they are our friends who were foes before,
The new bond of union we loudly proclaim,
As victory won in liberty's name.
There is no more North or South to divide
This glorious land where freemen abide;
We are linked together as if of one birth,
The power is felt throughout the broad earth.
It was a common cause which brought about
This noble reunion so long in doubt;
No foreign foe need our country assail,
Thinking disunion will ever prevail.

The foeman you fought you can treat as a friend,
May that cordial feeling never have end.
Around the same campfires, from shore to shore,
You can meet as comrades, with envy no more.
Though wounded and crippled as some of you are,
Yet that lofty spirit to do and to dare
Still lives in your breasts; if duty should call,
You will be ready, whate'er may befall.
Though you might not go to the battlefield,
Nor be able as warriors sword to wield,
Your shouts of approval will always be heard,
Freedom to maintain with a cheering word.
But time flies fast; as the years roll away
Your numbers decrease. At no distant day
That Star Spangled Banner gently will wave
Over some of you when borne to the grave.
Let your greetings then the more cheerful be,
And your pledges of friendship ever more free,
Till your meetings and partings be no more,
And your battles and conflicts of life are o'er.
A poor old soldier by disease overcome,
Was taken to die in the Soldiers' home,
His courage and bravery never did lag,
When dying he cried, "I am tied to the flag."
So may you all, with courage and pride,
Emulate the hero who so nobly died,

And those who survive you will ever exclaim,

MAY 30-IN MEMORIAM-1899.

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BY W. J. LAMPTON.

O more they hear the roll of drums,
No more the call to battle comes.

No more they heed the quick command,
No more they march, no more they stand.

No more they grasp the sword or gun, No more they fight in rain or sun.

No more they charge the red redoubt, No more they mingle in the rout.

No more their silent posts they keep,
No more they watch while others sleep.
Their work is done; beneath the sod,
Where lilies lean and roses nod,

They rest forever, and our tears
Are shed for them through all the years;

But glorious tears; our tears for them
Are jewels in their diadem.

Not theirs the gain; they died to give A firmer faith to those who live.

Bring flowers for them; not all the bloom
And form and color and perfume

Can be too much to give to them
To whom we pay this requiem.

And there are new graves with the old,
New names on Glory's list enrolled.

And over them, beneath the skies
Of North and South, the Old Flag flies.
Thank God for that-the tears, the pain,
That make the Union one again,

Are not ill spent, and he who dies
To make it thus wins greater prize

Than all that conquering heroes bring
As slave and captured to their king.

Bring lilies for the old and new,
Bring roses for the brave and true.

Strew flowers on their graves; these men
Of North and South are one again,
And we who live are one with them
And with each other, and the gem

Of Union shines in splendor full,
Forever indivisible.

VETERANS of the G. A. R., in attending

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the Encampment at Philadelphia, will again have an opportunity of traversing the historic territory of the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad, the recollections of which are still vivid in their minds from the campaigns of '61-'65.

The Baltimore & Ohio Railroad of today, with its almost complete rehabilitation will be of unusual interest to the soldier who experienced traveling over its battlescarred lines in the civil war. In recent years it has been entirely rebuilt, but traversing the original pathway.

From Chicago there are two routes to Philadelphia: one via Newark, Bellaire and Grafton; the other via Akron and Pittsburg; both of these lines uniting at Cumberland.

The Baltimore & Ohio, in connection with the Baltimore & Ohio Southwestern Railway, runs through vestibuled trains from St. Louis, Vincennes, Louisville, Cincinnati and Chillicothe, via Parkersburg and Grafton. The route from Columbus, Zanesville, Cambridge and Wheeling is also via Grafton.

Particularly interesting to western veterans is the line of the Baltimore & Ohio from Parkersburg and Wheeling into Grafton, for it was here the two columns of the

Federal Army from the West gathered for their attack upon Virginia, in May, 1861.

At Cumberland, all divisions of the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad unite, and from this city to Point of Rocks, one hundred and ten miles distant, every point on the line experienced one or more severe fights.

The magnificent vestibuled "Royal Blue" trains, with palatial coaches, Pullman Sleeping Cars, Observation Cars and Dining Cars, hauled by the powerful modern engines, are in greatest contrast to the old fashioned coaches and wood-burning engines of the '60's, but which were then very dear to the hearts of the tired soldiers.

The low rate of one fare for the round trip to Philadelphia will be made from points on the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad east of the Ohio River, with the exception that the rate from New York and Baltimore will be $3.00, and from Washington, $4.00 for the round trip. These tickets to be sold good going September 2, 3, 4 and 5, inclusive, and returning until September 12, inclusive, except by deposit of ticket with Joint Agent at Philadelphia, between September 5 and 9, inclusive, and on payment

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