And so through the night went his cry of alarm A cry of defiance, and not of fear A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, In the hour of darkness, and peril, and need, INDEPENDENCE BELL July 4th, 1776. WHEN it was certain that the Declaration would be adopted and confirmed by the signatures of the delagates in Congress, it was determined to announce the event by ringing the old State-House bell, which bore the inscription: "Proclaim liberty to the land: to all the inhabitants thereof!" and the old bellman posted his little boy at the door of the hall to await the instruction of the door-keeper when to ring. At the word, the little patriot-scion rushed out, and, flinging up his hands, shouted "Ring! RING! RING!" There was tumult in the city, In the quaint old Quaker's town, Where they whisper'd each to each, As the bleak Atlantic currents Lash the wild Newfoundland shore, So they beat against the State-House, “Will they do it?” 66 64 "Dare they do it?" 66 Who is speaking?" · What's the news?" What of Adams ?" "What of Sherman ?" "Oh, God grant they won't refuse !" 'Make some way there!" "Let me nearer !" So they beat against the portal, And the July sun in heaven On the scene look'd down and smiled; The same sun that saw the Spartan Shed his patriot blood in vain, Now beheld the soul of freedom See! See! The dense crowd quivers Looks forth to give the sign! Hush'd the people's swelling murmur, 66 And straightway, at the signal, How they shouted! What rejoicing! That old bell now is silent, But the spirit it awaken'd Rung out OUR INDEPENDENCE; Which, please God, shall never die! TREE OF LIBERTY. HOMER B. SPRAGUE. CONSCIENCE, illumined and quickened by the Word of God, is above Prelates and Councils, and Popes and Parliaments, and Constitutions and Kings. But, alas! how many and how terrible the sacrifices before this truth could become incarnated in any nation's fundamental law! In Babylonish furnaces, Jewish crucifixions, Roman amphitheatres, Waldensian persecutions, Spanish Inquisitions, Thirty Years' Wars, Bartholomew n...da cres, Smithfield fires, its victims ever multiply. The lives of fifty million martyrs are in this Tree of Liberty; their ashes have been its only soil, their tears and blood have watered it, their death alone has given it life. Tree of Liberty! No garden plant grown beneath glass, warmed by artificial heat, fanned only by the gentle zephyrs, and tended alone by loving hands, no slender vine, no drooping willow, is this; but a gnarled oak! Its roots grasp the rock. Its head defies the storm. Many a winter has stripped its green. Persecution's axe has gashed it; its fires have swept it. War's tornadoes have torn it; its lightnings have riven it. Yet it stands, and thank God! it strikes its roots deeper and lifts its branches higher and broader, and beckons the nations to-day to rest beneath its shade and enjoy its shelter. THE BALLAD OF VALLEY FORGE. IT was a night in winter, Some seventy years ago; The bleak and barren landscape Was blurred with driving snow. In an old New England farm-house, An aged man was sitting In the cheery light and heat, Beside him sat his grandson, In a high-backed open chair, And the glow of ten sweet summers Was golden in his hair. The man was Nathan Baldwin, Of how he marched and suffered Tell me a story, Gran'ther; Not that of Riding Hood, Nor how the robins buried The children in the wood; "But how you fought the Indians So many years ago; Or Valley Forge in winter, And all about the snow." "On the seventeenth of December (The day was still and bright) We crossed the swollen Schuylkill, With Valley Forge in sight. 66 We saw the smoke of the forges, "Our huts were built by Christmas; "All through the happy valley |