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CXIV.- BARBARA FRIETCHIE.

WAITTIER. [On the 6th day of September, 1862, the city of Frederick, in Maryland, was taken possession of by a detachment of the rebel army under the command of General Thomas Jonathan Jackson, more generally known as “ Stonewall Jackson.” The inci. dent of the waving of the flag by Barbara Frictchie, a lady of very advanced age, took place precisely as the poet has narrated it. It was one of those noble deeds of courage wbich supply at once theme and inspiration.)

1 Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach-tree fruited deep,
Fair as a garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,
On that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall, -
Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.

2 Forty flags with their silver stars,

Forty flags with their crimson bars,
Flapped in the morning wind : the sun
Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;
Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;
In her attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.
Up the street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.

3 Under his slouched hat left and right

He glanced : the old flag met his sight.

“ Halt!” — the dust-brown ranks stood fast. « Fire !” — out blazed the rifle-blast. It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf; She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. “Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,

But spare your country's flag,” she said. 4 A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,

Over the face of the leader came;
The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman's deed and word:
“Who touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog! March on!” he said.
All day long through Frederick street
Sounded the tread of marching feet:
All day long that free flag tossed
Over the heads of the rebel host.
Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;
And through the hill-gaps sunset light

Shone over it with a warm good night. 5 Barbara Frietchie's work is o’er,

And the rebel rides on his raids no more,
Honor to her! and let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall’s bier.
Over Barbara Frietchie's grave
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
Peace, and order, and beauty, draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;
And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town!

CXV.- THE RELIGIOUS CHARACTER OF

PRESIDENT LINCOLN.

Rev. P. D. GURLEY, D. D. (The following is an extract from the discourse pronounced at the funeral of Pres. ident Lincoln, at Washington, on Wednesday, April 19, 1865, by the Rev. P. D. Gur. ley, D. D., pastor of the Presbyterian Church where the deceased was in the babit of attending public worship.]

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1. PROBABLY no man since the days of Washington was ever so deeply enshrined in the hearts of the American people as Abraham Lincoln. Nor was it a mistaken confidence and love. He deserved it all. He deserved it by his character, by the whole tenor, tone, and spirit of his life. He was simple, sincere, plain, honest, truthful, just, benevolent, and kind. His perceptions were quick and clear, his judgments calm and accurate, and his purposes good and pure beyond all question. Always and everywhere he aimed both to be right and to do right. His integrity was all pervading, all controlling, and incorruptible. As the chief magistrate of a great and imperilled people, he rose to the dignity and momentousness of the occasion. He saw his duty, and he determined to do his whole duty, seeking the guidance and leaning upon the arm of Him of whom it is written, “He giveth power to the faint, and to them that have no might he increaseth strength."

2. I speak what I know when I affirm that His guidance was the prop on which he humbly and habitually leaned. It was the best hope he had for himself and his country. When he was leaving his home in Illinois, and coming to this city to take his seat in the executive chair of a disturbed and troubled nation, he said to the old and tried friends who gathered tearfully around him and bade him farewell, “ I leave you with this request, — pray for me.” They did pray for him, and millions of others prayed for him. Nor did they pray in vain. Their prayers were

heard. The answer shines forth with a heavenly radiance' in the whole course and tenor of his administration, from its commencement to its close.

3. God raised him up for a great and glorious mission ?. He furnished him for his work and aided him in its accomplishment. He gave him strength of mind, honesty of heart, and purity and pertinacity of purpose. In addition to these He gave him also a calm and abiding confidence in an overruling Providence, and in the ultimate“ triumph of truth and righteousness through the power and blessing of God. This confidence strengthened him in his hours of anxiety and toil, and inspired him with a calm and cheerful bope when others were despondent.

4. Never shall I forget the emphasis and the deep emotion, with which, in this very room, he said to a company of clergymen, who had called to pay him their respects, in the darkest hour of our civil conflict, “Gentlemen, my hope of success in this great and terrible struggle rests on that immutable o foundation, the justice and goodness of God. Even now, when the events seem most threatening, and the prospects dark, I still hope that in some way which man cannot see, all will be well in the end, and that as our cause is just, God is on our side.”

5. Such was his sublime and holy faith. It was an anchor to his soul both sure and steadfast. It made him firm and strong. It emboldened him in the rugged and perilous pathway of duty. It made him valiant for the right, for the cause of God and humanity. It held him in steady, patient, and unswerving adherence to a policy which he thought, and which we all now think, both God and humanity required him to adopt.

6. We admired his child-like simplicity, his freedom from guile and deceit, his stanch and sterling? integrity, his kind and forgiving temper, and his persistent, self-sacrificing devotion to all the duties of his eminent position. We

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CXVI. - CLARIBEL'S PRAYER.

LINDE PALMER.
1. The day, with cold, gray feet, clung shivering to the hills,

While o'er the valley still night's rain-fringed curtains fell ;
But waking Blue Eyes smiled, “ 'Tis ever as God wills;

He knoweth best; and be it rain or shine, 'tis well.
Praise God!” cried always little Claribel.

2. Then sank she on her knees, with eager, lifted hands;

Her rosy lips made haste some dear request to tell:
O Father, smile, and save this fairest of all lands,
And make her free, whatever hearts rebel.
Amen! Praise God!” cried little Claribel.

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