Puffle the drums! Let the buoles blow - Softly ther arch with reverent step and slow, Homage te war’s martyred heroes’ © Qver the oraves Muffl e Er music this hallowed day") the Dru A. Brininstool FY . Ojour Jilin braves : | a Low droops jhe fies, while a nation 1s weeping 4 Neer : Blow, bugles, blow, 4 Selliyaralow, och ( Over the fc ds where our blest dead are sleeping!) an God's Music the drums! Tis a sacred day. Hallowed and honored sts memory keep, Naught but Love's tohens we bring to lay. Over the graves where our fallen sleep. = Blow, bugles, blow, ; = ors. 20yondlow, . Ne While Sard flowers Love's hand is here strewing; oo ver the praves re - Of a nation’s braves, {Over the sod which our tears are bedewing! vears and the a nameless FEW more grave — perhaps one—shall hold the last sol- dier of the Civil War. Let us take a glimpse into the literature of Memorial Day. It fairly teems with beautiful thoughts and noble senti- ments. It shows that the orator, statesman and bard have not forgotten the men who fought to preserve this Republic of ours. The first of a whole series of famous orations on this patriotic theme was delivered one November day in 1864 on the battlefield of Gettysburg, when a tall, gaunt, sad-faced man arose amidst the plaudits of his hearers and uttered the words of as great an address as ever fell from the lips of a Demos- thenes or a Webster—words that will burn in the American heart as long as it remains susceptible to the fires of patriotism. It is needless to add that we refer to Abraham Lincoln and his famous Gettysburg address. It has come to be classic in literature. Bayard Taylor’s Tribute. Yet the world did note, and it will long remember, what was said and done on that November day, forty years ago. Five years afterward Bay- ard Taylor wrote an ode founded on the words of that oration. It contains some beautiful thoughts on the dead heroes, and the following is an extract from it: This they have done for us, who slumber ere— Awake, alive, though now so dumbly sleeping; Bpreading the board, but tasting not its cheer; | Sowing, but never reaping; . Building, but never sitting shade Of the strong mansion they have made; Bpeaking their word of life with mighty tongue, { But hearing not the echo, million-voiced, Of brothers who rejoiced, From all our river vales and mountains in the ung. | So take .them, heroes of the songful past! | Open your ranks, let every shining i troo | Ite phantom banners droop, { To hail earth’s noblest martyrs, and her 1 ast. Take them, O Fatherland! Who, dying, conquered in thy name; And, with a grateful hand, Inscribe their deeds who took away thy ame— Give, for their grandest all, thine insuffi- cient fame! Take them, O God! our brave, The glad fulfillers of Thy dread de- And, dying here for freedom, died for Thee! 1 cree; ! Who grasped the sword for peace, and | smote to save, 1 | To see what “gentlemen of the cloth” have thought about the dead 8oldier I append the following from the lips of one of the most honored of that moble vocation, Henry Ward Beecher: “Oh, tell me not that they are dead— that generous host, that airy army of invisible heroes! They hover as a SOLDIERS’ AND SAILORS’ MENT, NEW YORK. Frederick D. Pangborn. MONTU- cloud of witnesses above this nation. Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more univer- sal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upoa society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism? “Ye that mourn, let gladness mingle avith yCar tears. It was your son, but pow he is the nation’s. He made your household bright; now his example in- spires a thousand households. Dear to his brothers and sisters, he is now brother to every generous youth in the land. propriated, shut up to you; now he is augmented, set free and given to all. Before he was narrowed, ap- Before he was yours; he is ours. He has died for the family that he might live to the nation. Not one name shall be forgotten or neglected; and it shali by and by be confessed of our modern heroes, as it is of an ancient hero, that he did more for his country by his death than by his whole life.” Robert G. Ingersoll’s Masterpiece. It is said that the best of the feast is always reserved till the last. It seems so in this case, for the following is said to be one of the most eloquent ex- tracts in the English language. This seems strange, too, since the speaker has never been given much credit for having beauty of soul or purpose by the world in general; but he was a born orator, and he gave utterance to many a beautiful thought and noble sentiment in the course of his career. Listen to Robert G. Ingersoll’s vision: “The past, as it were, rises before me like a dream. Again we are in the life. We great struggle for national x Muff ms le the drums! See. the flag 1s furled® Shouts of the battle have died away, Over the ficlds where war's dust-cloud whirkd © Race and tranquilhily raipn to-day.) “Clashing, of arms. { __.\ild bugle dlarms, . shall be heard where our heroes he sleeping est, soldier, rest, While oer thy breast - sacred watch-fires ther vigil are heeping] [Muffle the drums! On steep mountain heights, , Down 1n the valleys, on land, oer sea, “Thundered the guns through wild days and nights, YT Spilling, the hife-blood fer you and me, » Charging brigades | Met flashing blades. - Stern was i contest on battlefields gory.) cep. heroes, sleep! QO’er land and deep, - Thine was the contest, and thine be the glory! them in the ravines running with blood —in the furrows of old fields. We are with them between the contending hosts, unable to move, wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly away among the withered leaves. We see them pierced by balls and torn with shells in the trenches of forts, and in the whirlwind of the charge, where men becaine iron with nerves of steel. We are with them in the prisons of hatred and fam- ine, but buman speech can never tell what they endured. We are home when the news comes that they are dead. We see the maiden in the shadow of her sorrow. We see the sil- vered head of the old man bowed with the last grief. The past rises before us. We hear the roar and shriek of the broken shell. The broken fetters fall. Three heroes died. We look. In- stead of slaves we see men and women and children. The wand of progress touches the auction block, the slave pen and the whipping post, and we sce homes and firesides, and school houses and books, and where all was want and crime, and cruelty and fear, we see the faces of the free, “These heroes are dead. They died for liberty--they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they ren- dered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the embracing vines. They sleep be- neath the shadows of the clouds, care- less alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars—they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. L LIEUT.-COM. FREDERICK POOLE, OF THE CHINESE NAVAL RE- SERVES, PLACING A WREATH ON THE GRANT MONU- MENT IN NEW YORK, Garlands ot Regret. Far in the gloom-wrapt wilderness, Where crooning pine trees wave, The wild winds wail a requiem Above a soldier’s grave; No gleaming shaft uprears its head To mark the nameless tomb, No comrades come with martial tread To deck the spot with bloom. Yet ever when the fields are clothed In richest hues of May, One woman holds within her heart A lone Memorial Day; And on that distant, unmarked grave In sombre shadows set, She lays a wreath of fadeless love And garlands of regret. —The Household. Pecoration Day. Memorial Day is here again, and the flowers, fragrant offerings of love and gratitude, will soon make the graves as beautiful as the memory of the sol- diers’ deeds is precious. Each year diminishes the number of veterans who assemble at the cemetery to conduct the memorial exercises; cach year in- creases the number of mounds to be decorated, but the living may be trusted. to pertpetuate the custom even when the survivors of our wars have entirely disappeared. Sorrow for the dead is the one sorrow, it has been said, from which the living do not care to be weaned, and this is the more true, wien with that sorrow there is mingled the appreciation of patriotic service. The living can rejoice that the animosities aroused by the Civil War have been so completely buried that those who wore the blue and those who wore the gray can march together to the ‘silent city of the dead” and join in showing respect to the valor and sacrifice of those who, in the war between the States, proved the strength of their convictions by the offer of their lives. The living, also, should in the presence of the dead con- x2 LR 5 4 AY hear the sound of preparation—the mu- sic of the boisterous drums, the silver voices of the heroic bugles. We sce thousands of assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators; we see the pale faces of women and the flushed faces of men; and in those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we have covered with flowers. We lose sight of them no more. We are with them when they enlist in the great army of freedom. We see them part with those they love. Some are walking for the last time in quiet, woody places with the maidens they adore. We hear the whisperings and the sweet vows of eternal love as they lingeringly part forever. Others are bending over cra- dles kissing babes that are asleep. Some are receiving the blessings of old men. Some are parting witli mothers who hold them and press them to their hearts again and again, and say noth- ing; and some are talking with wives, and endeavoring, with brave words spoken in the old tones, to drive away the awful tear. We see them part. We see the wife standing in the door with the babe in her arms—standing in the sunlight sobbing. At the turn of the road a hand waves—she answers by holding high in her loving hands the child. He is gone, and forever. “We see them all as they march proudly away under the flaunting flags, keeping time to the wild, grand music of war—marching down the streets of the great cities—through the towns and across the prairies—down to the fields of glory, to do and die for the eternal right. We go with them one and all We are by their side on all the gory fields, in all the hospitals of pain, on all the weary marches. We stand guard with them in the wild storm and | under the quiet stars. We are with “1 have one sentiment for the soldier, living and dead—cheers for the living and tears for the dead.” By way of conclusion nothing could be more fitting than one of the stanzas from that touching poem called ‘The Blue and the Gray.” It was written from an incident that happened in the South in which thegraves of the North- ern and the Southern soldiers were im- noble women of the place. This spirit is gradually infusing itself into the hearts of all in these latter days; and, after all, it seems just, for they all were soldiers—they all fought for the cause they thought was right: No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day— Love and tears for the blue, Tears and love for the gray. ro 2 THE NEW SPIRIT OF os partially covered with flowers by the! ) 0 ' tioned in war chronicles. secrate themselves anew to the work that lies before the nation, to the end that the wise and prompt solution of the present problems may insure per- manent peace and prosperity to our beloved land.—The Commoner. Fighting Ohiouns. The history of the Thirty-fourth Ohio Infantry includes accounts of several battle which are not generally men- It fought a great deal out of the beaten track of armies, doing much fighting in West Virginia against the guerrilas. In 1863 the regiment served as mounted in- fantry, fighting as such at Wytheville, Va., July 18, where Colonel John T. Toland was killed. ON CEMETERY HILL rf Ser 1 Hail, haunted acres of encamping dead, Whose hills, reset with guns in baftle line, | To-day repeat and echo the divine Appeal of var! Here gallant Sickles sped His livino thunderbolis, and Hancock bled, Calm Meade arrayed, and fortune rose and felt Here Devil's Den was war's distinder hell, nd angry guns debated o'er the dead With mouths aflame with shot and whistling shell! Glory has decked, with bronze and marble pose, Her battle-chiefs, in honor fixed alone— But oer this wasic of graves, pale Sorrow throws Her scarf of tears, tc mark cach hile stone. “All hail, 0, sasred cirdes of ‘Unknownt” Household Matters A New Pastry Board. The newest idea in pastry boards is thick glass. The old-time marble slab is mow said to absorb, whereas the glass is quite impervious, hence much more sanitary. Under the glass is placed a thick sheet of felt. A great many kitchen conveniences are now made of g Rolling pins and wash- boards are familiar, but glass rollers for towels are not yet common. ia SS. The Grouping of Food. Many otherwise excellent “provid- ers” do not seem to understand the grouping of food. This may seem an odd expression, but it means just this, the keeping of meals to an average as far as their nourishing qualities are concerned. For instance, the heavy, rich soups, such as pea, bean, mock- turtle and oxtail, should be reserved for the days when the meat course is lighter or even absent altogether. To serve a thick black bean soup with a roast beef dinner ome day and a light cream soup with a fish dinner the next is not maintaining the average. This also applies to desserts. The rich, sat- isfying desserts should De saved to help out an otherwise limited meal. Most housewives seem to regard des- serts merely from the standpoint of being good to taste. As a matter of fact a good pudding is a very nourish- ing article of diet. Rice pudding, tap- ioca cream, bread pudding and “brown Betty” are all dishes of high nutritive quality. In these days of high-priced meat it especially behooves the house- keeper to study her food values.—Har- per’s Bazar. Concerning Polished Floors. Hard wood floors ef either pine, ma- ple, birch or oak should never be var- nished. Therein lies the pitfall which the landlord, seeking for cheap and speedy results, prepares for our feet, since the black corners and white spots are sure to come in time even with the best of care. Waxing is the only pro- per method if we may start afresh, and with new floors the process is compar- atively simple. We are advised by the best authorities to provide against fu- ture grease spots by applying first two coats of a mixture containing equal parts of linseed oil and turpentine, combined with a japan drier. The drier must not be omitted or the oil will combine with the wax, and the re- sults will be anything but satisfac- tory. After allowing this mixture to dry over night all the pores of the wood may be filled with one of the pre- pared fillers. The polish is more even if this is done, but to avoid making the floors excessively slippery it is some- times omitted. . Some woods do not need it. When the floor is thoroughly dry it is ready for the paste of wax and turpentine, which may be applied with a cloth in an even coat, not too thick, -and allowed to dry over night. Another coat is put on next moruing and allowed in its turn to dry, when the whole is thoroughly polished with a weighted brush and woolen cloth, rubbing always with the grain. If this is thoroughly done it will not be necessary to repeat the process for a Year, and then only partially if the floors have not been roughly treated.—Har- per’s Bazar. Spree © Sento tam fe. eee H —— QAOUSEHo py y 2 = ~ [—% RECIPES: | Bn HH rr Se, maim Salmon on Toast—DPlace the contents of a can of salmon in a saucepan, and when hot stir into it a large piece of butter, a tablespoonful of flour and a cupful of milk. Or, better, make it half cream and half milk, and allow the mixture to cook until smooth and about the consistency of a thick gravy, Have ready on a platter some slices of nicely toasted whole-wheat bread, season the sauce and turn over them. Eggs a la Martin—Have ready a dish that can be put in the oven and baked, It should be like a deep, ordinary soup plate, without the wide rim. It is easy enough to find plenty such at any store, Have it heated, but not too hot. Put into a small saucepan a teaspoonful of butter. Let it melt, but be careful that it does not brown. Then add a tea- spoonful of flour (or more, if it is pre- ferred thicker), and then very slowly, after the flour is well mingled, a cup of milk or cream. Then add four ta- blespoonfuls of grated cheese. Stir well, and when thoroughly heated pour into the dish you have ready, and with great care (so as to keep the shape: drop into the mixture four eggs. Ths ordinary dish will hold about four eggs and look well, but it may be possible to find larger ones. Put at once inta the oven, and when the eggs are set serve at once. ; Princess Scallop—Mash and season boiled sweet potatoes. Sprinkie tha bottom of a buttered pudding dish witli grated cracker crumbs, well peppered and salted; cover this with a layer of the potato, dropping bits of butter over it and sprinkling lightly with sugar. Fill the dish this way with a layer of crumbs well seasoned, on top. Cover and bake for half an hour, then brown. Golden Pudding — Take one-fourth pound bread crumbs, one-fourth pound suet, one-fourth pound marmalade, one- fourth pound of sugar and four eggs; put the bread crumbs into a basin, mix them with the suet (finely minced), the marmalade and the sugar. Stir the in- gredients well together, beat the egos to a froth, moisten the pudding with these, and when well mixed put into a TNai'rnads and Progress, In his testimony before the Senate Committee on Interstate Commerce at Washington on May 4, Professor Hugo R. Meyer, of Chicago University, an expert on railroad management, made this statement: “Let us look at what might have hap- pened if we had heeded the protests of the farmers of New York and Ohio and Pennsylvania (in the seventies when grain from the West began pour- ing to the Atlantic seaboard) and acted upon the doctrine which the Interstate Commerce Commission bas cnunciated time and again, that no man may be deprived of the advantages accruing to him by virtue of his geographical po- sition. We could not Lave west of the Mississippi a population of millions of people who are prosperous and are great consumers. We never should have -seen the years when we built 10,000 and 12,000 miles of railway, for there would nave Deen mo farmers west of the Mississippi River who could have used the land that would have been opened up by the building of those railways. And, if we had not seen the years when we couid build 10,000 and 12,000 miles of railway a year, we should not kave to-day, east of the Mississippi, a steel and iron producing centre which is at once the marvel and the despair of Europe, be- cause we could not have built up a steel and {iron industry if there had been no market for its product. “We could not have in New Eng- land a great boot and shoe industry; we could not have in New England a great cotton milling industry; we could not have spread throughout New York and Pennsylvania and Qhio manufac- turing industries of the most diversi- fied kinds, because those industries would have no market among the farm- ers west of the Mississippi River. “And, while the progress of {this country, whiie the development of the agricultural West of this country, did mean the impairment of the agricul- tural value east of the Mississippi River that ran up into hundreds of millions of dollars, it meant, inci- dentally, the building up of great man- ufacturing industries that added to the value of this land by thousands of niillions of dollars. And, gentlemen, these things were not foreseen in the seventies. The statesmen and the pub- lic men of this couatry did not see what part the agricuitura: develop- ment of the West was going to play in the industrial development of the East. And, you may read the decisions of the Interstate Commerce Commission, from the first to the last, and what is one of the greatest characteristics of those decisions? ‘The continued in- ability to see the question in this large way. “The Interstate Commerce Commis sion never can see anything more than that the farm land of some farmer is decreasing in value, or, that some man. who has a flour mili with a pro- duction of fifty barrels a day, is being crowded out. It never can see that the destruction or impairment of farm values in this place means the building up of farm valves in that place, and that that sunifting of values is a neces- sary incident to the industrial and man- ufacturing development of this coun- try. And, if we shall give to the Inter- state Commerce Cominission power to regulate rates, we shail no longer have our rates regulated on the statesman- like basis on which they have been regulated in the past by the railway mien, who really have oeen great states- men; who really have.keen great build- ers of empires; who have had an im- agination that rivals the imagination of the greatect poet and of the great- est inventor, and who have operated with a courage and daring that rivals the courage and daring of the greatest military. general. But we shall have our rates regulated by a body of civil servants, bureaucrats, whose Dbesot- ting sin the world over, is that they can never grasp a situation in a large way and with the grasp of the states man; that they never can see the fact that they are confronted with a smal evil; tnat that evil is relatively small, and that it cannot be corrected except by the creation of eovils and abuses which are infinitely greater than the one that is to be corrected.” The Century a Campaign Document. An instance has just occurred of the use of The Century Magazine as a campaign document with marked success. . Mr. Frank M. Chapman’s article on photographing flamingoes, which appeared in the December num- ber of The Century, has helped to secure legal protection for these birds in their haunts in the Bahamas. The Colonial Secretary has just notified Mr. Chapman of the passage of an act which provides a close season for flamingoes and prohibits the shooting and killing of all song and insectivo- rous birds at all seasons. In the in- terest of the passage of the act'copies of the December Century were sent to all members of the Bahaman As- sembly and the Colonial Secretary writes to Mr. Chapman: “The passing of this much needed measure is due largely to your efforts, and especially to the interest aroused py your splen- did work on the fla ngo breeding grounds at Andros.” Old Cocmpositor’s Stick. John Dunning, the janitor of Maine hall at Bowdoin college, has in his possession the compositor's stick which was used in setting up Long- fellow’s first published poem, “Outre Mer,” published in 1842. This com- Dositor's stick has. been owned since 1825 by T. S. McClellan, who is to- day 96 years old, and the oldest man in Brunswick and the oldest printer in the state, as well as tHe oldest Mas- on in the state.—Washington Star. To Make a Flower Bed. To make a flower bed dig the soil a foot deep at least. Use plenty of mold or buttered basin. Tie down with a floured cloth and boil for two hours When turned out, strew finely sifted sugar over the top and serve. well rotted manure. If the soil is very wet, dig out two feet deep and put in a layer of stones, clinkers or broken crockery. 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