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UP from the meadows rich with corn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand,
Round about them orchards sweep,
Fair as a garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished Rebel horde.
On that pleasant morn of the early fall
Over the mountains, winding down,
Forty flags with their silver stars,
Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her four score 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,
Up the street came the rebel tread,
Under his slouched hat left and right
"Halt!"-the dust-brown ranks stood fast; "Fire!"-out blazed the rifle blast.
It shivered the window, pane and sash;
Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.
She leaned far out on the window sill,
"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said.
A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
The nobler nature within him stirred
"Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!" he said.
All day long through Frederick street
All day long that free flag tost
Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;
And through the hill gaps sunset light
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,
Peace and order and beauty draw
And ever the stars above look down
KEEPING HIS WORD.
"ONLY a penny a box," he said;
"Oh, sir!" he stammered, "you cannot know" (And he brushed from his matches the flakes of
That the sudden tear might have chance to fall.) "Or I think I think you would take them all. "Hungry and cold at our garret-pane, Ruby will watch till I come again, Bringing the loaf. The sun has set, And he hasn't a crumb of breakfast yet.
66 One penny, and then I can buy the bread !” The gentleman stopped: "And you ?” he said; “I—I can put up with them-hunger and cold, But Ruby is only five years old.
"I promised our mother before she went―
The gentleman paused at his open door,
"Oh, sir, if you'll only take the pack
The gentleman lolled in his cozy chair,
"And now it is nine by the clock," he said, "Time that my darlings were all a-bed; Kiss me 'good night,' and each be sure, When you're saying your prayers, remember the poor."
Just then came a message--" A boy at the door,"-
“I'm Ruby-Mike's brother—I've brought you the change.
"Mike's hurt, sir; 'twas dark; the snow made him blind,
And he didn't take notice the train was behind Till he slipped on the track; and then it whizzed
And he's home in the garret; I think he will die.