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Exercise - Facts in the Life of WHAT CONSTITUTES A STATE? Washington. School. Conducted

What constitutes a state? by Teacher

Not high-raised battlement or Declamation - From Washing

labored mound, ton's Farewell Address to the Peo- Thick wall or moated gate; ple of the United States.

Not cities proud with spires and Song - The Star Spangled Ban

turrets crowned; ner. School.

Not bays and broad-armed ports, Declamation - The Character of

Where, laughing at the storm, Washington. (Fisher Ames.)

rich navies ride; Recitation Which General? Not starred and spangled courts, (Kate W. Hamilton in "The Where low-browed baseness Youth's Companion.”) (To be re

wafts perfume to pride. cited by a little boy.)

No: - men, high-minded men, Declamation - What is it to be With powers as far above dull an American? (Henry Cabot

brutes endued Lodge.)

In forest, brake, or den, Quotations from Great Amer

As beasts excel cold rocks and icans.

brambles rude, Song — “There are Many Flags Men who their duties know, of Many Lands." Younger Pupils.

But know their rights, and, (From Child's Song Book, pub

knowing, dare maintain, lished by Barnes & Co., Chicago.) Prevent the long-aimed blow,

And crush the tyrant while they Sketch of the Life of Lincoln.

rend the chain: Facts concerning boyhood to be

These constitute a state; given by younger children; man

And sovereign Law, that state's hood, by older pupils. (For prep

collected will, aration for this work for the

O'er thrones and globes elate, younger pupils, the teacher will be

Sits empress, crowning good, regreatly helped by Eggleston's "A

pressing ill. First Book in American History." American Book Co.)

OUR NATIVE LAND. Sentiment Closing part of Lincoln's Second Inaugural Ad- Other countries, far and near, dress.

Other people hold most dear; Recitation - 0

O Captain! My Other countries ne'er can be Captain! (Walt Whitman.)

Half so dear to you and me Declamation - From Henry

As our own, our native land. Ward Beecher's Sermon on the By it firmly let us stand. Death of Lincoln, April 23, 1865.

FROM WASHINGTON'S FAREWELL Selection-From Richard Henry

ADDRESS TO THE PEOPLE OF Stoddard's Funeral Ode on Lin

THE UNITED STATES. coln.

Quotations from Great Amer- Of all the disposition and habits icans.

which lead to political prosperity, Hymn -- America, School. ,

Religion and morality are indis

BY C. PHILLIPS.

pensable supports. In vain would to public opinion, it is essential that that man claim the tribute of Pa. public opinion should be enlighttriotism, who should labor to sub- ened. vert these great Pillars of human

THE CHARACTER OF WASHINGTON, happiness, these firmest props of

Washington was the duties of Men and Citizens.

the patriot The mere politician, equally with

without reproach; he loved his the pious man, ought to respect

country well enough to hold his and to cherish them. A volume

success in serving it as an ample could not trace all their connec

recompense. Thus far self-love and tions with private and public felic

love of country coincided; but ity. Let it simply be asked, where

when his country needed sacrifices is the security for property, for rep

that no other man could or perhaps utation, for life, if the sense of re

would be willing to make, he did

not even hesitate. This was virtue ligious obligation desert the oaths

in which are the instruments of in

its most exalted character. vestigation in Courts of Justice?

More than once he put his fame at And let us with caution indulge the hazard, when he had reason to

think it would be sacrificed, at least supposition, that morality can be maintained without religion.

in this age. Two instances cannot

be denied; when the army was disWhatever may be conceded to the influence of refined education on

banded; and again, when he stood, minds of peculiar structure, reason

like Leonidas at the pass of Therand experience both forbid us to

mopylæ, to defend our independexpect that national morality can

ence against France. prevail in exclusion of religious principle.

If he had strong passions, he had 'Tis substantially true, that vir- learned to subdue them, and to be tue or morality is a necessary moderate and mild. If he had spring of popular government. weaknesses, he concealed them, The rule, indeed, extends with which is rare, and excluded theni more or less force to every species from the government of his temper of Free Government. Who, that and conduct, which is still more is a sincere friend to it, can look rare. If he loved fame, he never with indifference upon attempts t) made improper compliances for shake the foundation of the fabric? what is called popularity. The Promote, then, as an object of pri- fame he enjoyed is of the kind that mary importance, institutions for

will last forever; yet it was rather the general diffusion of knowl- the effect, than the motive, of his edge. In proportion as the struc- conduct. Some future Plutarch ture of a government gives force will search for a parallel to his char

acter. Epaminondas is perhaps the WHAT IS IT TO BE AN AMERICAN? brightest man of all antiquity. Our Once more, what is it to be an Washington resembled him in the

American? Putting aside all the purity and ardor of his patriotism; outer shows of dress and manners, and like him, he first exalted the social customs and physical pecuglory of his country. But such liarities, is it not to believe in Amercomparisons cannot be pursued far, ica and in the American people? Is without departing from the simili- it not to have an abiding and movtude. For we shall find it as diffi

ing faith in the future and in the cult to compare great men as great destiny of America ? — something rivers; some we admire for the above and beyond the patriotism length and rapidity of their current,

and love which every man whose and the grandeur of their cata- soul is not dead within him feels racts; others, for the majestic si- for the land of his birth? Is it not lence and fulness of their streams; to be national and not sectional, inwe cannot bring them together to dependent and not colonial? Is it measure the difference of their

not to have a high conception of waters. The unambitious life of

what this great new country should Washington, declining fame, yet be, and to follow out that ideal with courted by it, seemed, like the Ohio, loyalty and truth? to choose its long way through sol- Has any man in our history fulitudes, diffusing fertility; or, like filled these conditions more perhis own Potomac, widening and fectly and more completely than deepening his channel, as he ap- George Washington? proaches the sea, and displaying many ever lived who served most the usefulness and serenity of

the American people more faithhis greatness towards the end of his

fully, or with a higher and truer course. Fisher Anies.

conception of the destiny and posWHICH GENERAL?

sibilities of the country? Sometimes mamma calls me “gen

- Henry Cabot Lodge. eral”;

CLOSING PART OF LINCOLN'S SEI wish I knew which one;

COND INAUGURAL ADDRESS. But I always try to tell the truth With malice towards none, with So I hope it's Washington.

charity for all, with firmness in the But when I tell my papa that, right, as God gives us to see the He laughs loud as he can,

right, let us strive on to finish the And says if she calls me "general"

work we are in; to care for him She must mean Sheridan;

who shall have borne the battle, Because whenever she wants me,

and for his widow and orphans; to And I am out at play, I nearly always seem to be

bind up are nation's wounds; to 'Bout "twenty miles away.” do all which may achieve and cher

Has any

BY KATE W. HAMILTON

ish a just and lasting peace among FROM HENRY WARD BEECHER's ourselves and with all nations.

SERMON ON THE DEATH OF

LINCOLN APRIL 23, 1865. O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!

Even he who now sleeps has, by O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

this event, been clothed with new The ship has weather'd every rack, influence. Dead, he speaks to men

the prize we sought is won, who now willingly hear what before The port is near, the bells I hear, the

they refused to listen to. Now his people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel,

simple and weighty words will be the vessel grim and daring; gathered like those of Washington, But O heart! heart! heart! and vour children and your chilO the bleeding drops of red, dren's children shall be taught to Where on the deck my Captain ponder the simplicity and deep wis

lies, Fallen cold and dead.

dom of utterances which, in their

time, passed, in the party heat, as O Captain! my Captain! rise up idle words. Men will receive a new and hear the bells;

impulse of patriotism for his sake, Rise up—for you the flag is Alung

and will guard with zeal the whole for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd

country which he loved so well: I wreaths-for you the shores swear you, on the altar of his mema-crowding,

ory, to be more faithful to the counFor you they call, the swaying mass, try for which he has perished. Men

their eager faces turning; will, as they follow his hearse, swear Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head!

a new hatred to that slavery against It is some dream that on the deck

which he warred, and which in vanYou've fallen cold and dead. quishing him has made him a mar

tyr and a conqueror: I swear you, My Captain does not answer, his

by the memory of this martyr, to lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he

hate slavery with an unappeasable has no pulse nor will,

hatred. Men will admire and imiThe ship is anchor'd safe and sound, tate his unmoved firmness, his in

its voyage closed and done, flexible conscience for the right; From fearful trip the victor ship and yet his gentleness, as tender as comes in with object won;

a woman's, his moderation of spirit, Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I, with mournful tread,

which not all the heat of party could Walk the deck my Captain lies,

inflame, nor all the jars and disFallen cold and dead.

turbances of this country shake out - Walt Whitman. of its place: I swear you to an em

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ulation of his justice, his moderation, and his mercy.

And now the martyr is moving in triumphal march, mightier than when alive. The nation rises up at every stage of his coming. Cities and states are his pall-bearers, and the cannon beats the hours with solemn progression. Dead-dead-dead — he yet speaketh! Is Washington dead? Is Hampden dead? Is David dead? Is any man dead that ever was fit to live? Disenthralled of flesh, and risen to the unobstructed sphere where passion never comes, he begins his illimitable work. His life now is grafted upon the Infinite, and will be fruitful as no earthly life can be. Pass on, thou that hast overcome! Your sorrows, O people, are his peace! Your bells, and bands, and muffled drums sound triumph in his ear. Wail and weep here; God makes it echo joy and triumph there. Pass on, thou victor!

Untried, untrained to bear
The more than kingly care.
Ah! And his genius put to scorn
The proudest in the purple born,
Whose wisdom never grew
To what, untaught, he knew.
The People, of whom he was one,
No gentleman, like Washington,
(Whose bones, methinks, make

room,
To have him in their tomb!)
A laboring man, with horny hands,
Who swung the axe, who tilled his

lands, Who shrank from nothing new, But did as poor men do. One of the People! Born to be Their curious epitome; To share yet rise above Their shifting hate and love. Common his mind, it seemed so

then) His thoughts the thoughts of other

men: Plain were his words, and poor, But now they will endure! No hasty fool, of stubborn will, But prudent, cautious, pliant still; Who since his work was good Would do it as he could. Doubting, was not ashamed to

doubt, And lacking prescience, went with

out:
Often appeared to halt,
And was, of course, at fault;
Heard all opinions, nothing loath,
And, loving both sides, angered

both:
Was not like Justice, blind,
But, watchful, clement, kind.
No hero this of Roman mould,
Nor like our saintly sires of old:
Perhaps he was not great,
But he preserved the State!

FROM RICHARD HENRY STODDARD'S FUNERAL ODE ON

LINCOLN Cool should he be, of balanced

powers, The ruler of a race like ours, Impatient, headstrong, wild, The Man to guide the Child. And this he was, who most unfit (So hard the sense of God to hit,) Did seem to fill his place With such a homely face, Such rustic manners, speech un

couth, (That somehow blundered out the

truth)

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