TRB SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, JUNE 29, 1902.
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ATTORNEY
WASHINGTON. Juno 23. When
Philander Chase Knox, -who,
as Attorney-General of the
Vhitcd States, Is conducting the prosecu
tion against the Teef trust, entered the
Cabinet, he relinquished a private law prac
tice of 5200,000 a year. The firm of Knox
& Reed always demanded and received
large fees for their professional services.
This story of the Indianapolis street
railway case, the last great argument
made by Mr. Knox before he came to
Washington, Is Illustrative. He -was anx
ious to go to Europe for a rest when the
pressure upon him to argue this cage be
fore the Supreme Court became so strong
that, to rid himself of further Importunity,
he named a fee to the company which ho
believed would be prohibitive. To his sur
prise it was accepted instantly; he argued
the case in conjunction with the late ex
Presldent Benjamin Harrison, and won.
General Harrison evidently regarded P.
C Knox as a secondary consideration in
the presentation of tho case, though the
consensus of tho opinion was that Knox
had carried tho court Irresistibly by tho
masterful character of his argument. Some
time later Harrison and Knox met on tho
boardwalk of Atlantic City, and after
an enchange of civilities, the ex-President,
In a manner that was not altogether free
from a patronizing air, said:
"By the way, Knox, how did you come
out in the settlement of your account
with tho Indianapolis Street Hallway Com
pany? I got $25,000 out of them for my
services."
"I am very glad to hear it. General,"
replied Knox, pleasantly. Then, in a
modestly deferential way, ho continued:
"I got $125,000."
"What!" blurted the ex-President, over
whelmed with astonishment Then, ap
preciating tho embarrassment of tho sit
uation, he wheeled and continued his walk
without another word.
Knox a. Country Banker' Son.
Phil Knox, as ho was known then and
as he is known today among his Intimates
in "Western Pennsylvania, was 16 years
of age when ho left home to attend Mount
Union College, Ohio. He was born in
Brownsville, Fayette County, Pa., May 6,
1B53. His father was a country banker,
a boyhood friend of James G. Blaine, who
sent his eon to the public schools until
ho was ready for college. He was gradu
ated in 1S72 and immediately registered as
a law student in the office of H. Bucher
Swope, of Pittsburg. No two natures were
more dissimilar than preceptor and pupil.
Swope, then United States District At
torney for the Western District of Penn
sylvanla, was nervous, flery, impetuous,
aggressive and master of the greatest vo
cabulary of vitriolic adjectives that was
ever exhibited In a district courtroom. At
all times, however, his diction was pol
ished, and in this respect his pupil owes
much to the master, though tho former
was Swope's antithesis, cool, self-re-
I
N THE death of tho Rev. Father
Dolling there has passed away sl.
great preacher, absolutely unique
among his English brethren, if, Indeed,
the world Itself holds a parallel. Ho was a
pastor of the poor, yet peers were proud
to shake him by the hand. "Very much
what Father McGlynn represented to tho
poor of New York, Father Dolling was to
the masses of the East End of London.
To champion their cause in religion and
politics was his life's work. Like his
American contemporary, .his radical sym
pathy and his extreme zeal often brought
down upon him the censure of his eccle
siastical superiora He was a typical
priest of tho church militant, robust in
build, caring not a Jot for the opinions of
bishops or fellow clergymen. When ho
was convinced his courso was right, he
went ahead.
His practices were often of tho strang
est. Ho had his own view of tho best
means to reclaim those who had fallen
away from the church. During his pas
torate in tho. East End of London he de
termined to bridge over any social distinc
tion between himself and his flock, and
adopted workman's clothes, generally tho
costume of a sailor. With their clothes
he frequently put on also their style and
manner of speech. To them he was al
ways "Brother Bob." On the other hand.
In his religious life, he was an extreme
ritualist A Catholic clergyman who bad
once attended Father Dolllngs church
smilingly declared afterward that while
the ceremonial was deeply Impressive, on
the whole he preferred his own simple
service.
So many are the stories told of Father
Dolling's peculiarities that they would
All a volume, but ono or two will lllus-'
trate his sterling character and quaint
methods. (
Wrhen he was Vicar of St. Agatha's,
Portsmouth, the most thickly populated
and vicious parish in that city by tho
sea, it was his custom to share his meals
with any hungry member of his congre
gation. Twice a day, at breakfast and !
i"-. iouici -Luwiiijj look nis seat at tno
head of a long deal table In a bare hall,
with sand on the floor. His assistant
priests, -vowed to poverty and celibacy
like himself, sat on either side, and the
long table rapidly filled up with all sorts
and conditions of men. No ono was re
fused admission who had once taken tho
communion in nis church.
Nothlmr dtetresUd I Vntw -nm
nothing distressed Father Dolling more
ENGLAND'S FATHER M'GLYNN
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
LETTERS asking for general infor
formation will be ansv ered in these
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ever. All letters without the name of the
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Canadian Boundary Treaties.
Please give name and date of the dif
ferent treaties between Great Britain and
the United States In regard to the boun
dary line between this country and Can
ada, also the names of the agents or
Commissioners who negotiated the same.
W. A. W.
The treaty of Washington, sometimes
sailed the Webster-Ashburton treaty,
from the names of the representatives of
the United States and Great Britain who
negotiated it Daniel Webster and Lord
Ashburton was agreed upon in 1S12, and
fixed the present boundary between Can
ada and the United States, from Nova
Scotia to the point where the -19th parallel
crosses the Columbia River. In June,
1846, Secretary of State James Buchanan
concluded with the British Minister at
Washington, Roland Pakenham, a treaty
naming the 49th parallel and tho Strait
- GENERAL KNOX
HIS WAYS AND PERSONALITY AS A PRACTICING ATTORNEY
IN PITTSBURG HE EARNED $2(30,000 A YEAR -
ATTORXEnr-GEERAIi P. C. KXOX.
strained, a natural logician, and a rhetoric
ian whose command of language is still
charmingly exact.
P. C. Knox was admitted to tho bar in
1S75, and In 1877 formed a partnership with
James H. Heed, another young lawyer,
the son of a Pittsburg physician. Tho
career of these young men for tho first
few years gave no hint of phenomenal,
success. They were chaperoned by no ad-'
vantageous circumstances; they had no
Influential friends in the background; they
were generally regarded as an energetic
pair who possessed no advantages abovo
other Junior members of the bar.
"Grcvr Up" With. Plttsbarer.
' But Pittsburg was then heading for in
ternational fame. Conditions were shap
ing themselves for the men who had wit
and wisdom to mount the crest of waiting
advantage. In the same class with "Phil"
FATHER. DOWLIXG, EXGLAXD'S "FATHER M'GLYXX."
than tho temptations which beset tho
youth of his parish. They had no place
of relaxation but tho streets, with their
alluring saloons and low dancing halls.
So he built a gymnasium, and once or
twice a week gave dances under his own
supervision. He himself played the violin.
When remonstrated with by other clergy
men of tho city as to the advisability of a
priest teaching tho young to dance, his
reply was characteristic and to the point:
"Which would you have them do." he
asked, "dance to my tune or the devil's
naaungr'
Ater the dacinfiT was over the hall was
turned into a dormitory for hi homew
of Fuca as the international boundary
west of the Columbia River. Subse
quently a dispute arose over the owner
ship of the San Juan Islands. That was
referred to King William, of Germany,
who, in 1S72, decided in favor of the
United States.
Pronunciation of "Address."
Is It proper to pronounce the noun "ad
dress" (referring to one's street number
or town) with the accent on the first syl
lable? a M. H.
They can't put you in Jail for accenting
the first syllable, but such prounclatlon
Is unauthorized., Webster, the Century
and the Standard, as well as the older dic
tionaries, accent the last syllable. A
number of well-meaning, law-abiding cit
izens who wish to be strictly up to date,
accent the first syllable. These also say
"progr'm" and accent the flrst syllable
when they speak the word "programme."
He Is Tfot Exempt.
Does a man with an honorable discharge
from the Army or Navy have to pay road
tax, or is he exempt. O. E. L.
nev. George Gibson.
Is the Rev. George Gibson, former pas
tor of the First Inamanuel Church. San
Knox and "Jim" Reed in point of brains
and energy, and equally as unknown, were
Henry Clay Fnck. subsequently president
of the Carnegie Company: Congressman
John Dalzell; James M. Guffey, the phe
nomenally successful oil producer and mil
lionaire, National committeeman from
Pennsylvania and head of the Democratic
party In that state; George T. Oliver, then
a small owner, now a multl-mllllonalre
and director of a great syndicate of Pitts
burg newspapers, and John T. Chambers,
tho largest individual glass producer in
tho United States, at that period a part
ner In a struggling concern on the South
Side. ,. Pittsburg.
During his cireer in Pittsburg. "Phil"
Knox was known as a tireless worker. Ho
frequently appeared at the office in the
morning before any of the others had
arrived, when his sole companion was the
oflice boy. 1 This was particularly true
. mn&f
boys. A similar resting place was pro
vided for girls In the house of a sister
hood he had established.
In his sermons, whether In St. Paul's
Cathedral or in some concert hall turned
for the time being into a place of worship,
he never ceased In vigorous language to
denounce what he believed to bo the sins
of the age. His often violent attacks on
the upper classes, so far from estranging
them from him, seemed only to bring
them flocking in greater numbers to his
pulpit. And thla Is the more remarkable
Ttrtn If IjC rnna1rtnY-Art 4tn Via .A.4tMti I
referred to tho late Queen Victoria In his i
prachlnc as "the Old Ladv of ohomo 1
prachlng as "the Old Lady of Osborne,'
Francisco, dead? Did he make a confes
sion of the famous Durrant affair?
M. M. B.
We think not
fesslon.
He 'made no such con-
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Wash in clear, cold, soft water, without
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Alcohol or soaking in lemon Juice and
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Furnish' Vote In Albanr.
Did Furnish or Chamberlain carry the
City of Albany? d. F.
Furnish received eight more votes in the
Albany precincts than did" Chamberlain.
Furnish.
Who received more votes outside of
Multnomah, Chamberlain or Furnish?
C. R.
To Various Correspondents.
S. T. A. Wallowa is a trisyllabic word.
F. H. Grover Cleveland is 65 years old;
David B. Hill. 59; Roosevelt, 42.
A. C. R. These columns are not de
voted to deciding bets, but to Information
of central interest.
when he had. a great case on hand,,. for
It was his unvarying rule never to leave
any of the preparation of a great action
to a subordinate or Junior member. Every
document, letter, reference or scrap of
Information on evidence was examined by
himself. It was no uncommon thing for
him to spend 18 or 20 hours a day in the
preparation of a case.
This has developed a rare faculty of
self-control which invades even the do
main of sleep. Day or night the Attorney
General can awake at any hour, or at
the end of any period of, time which he
may have determined. He'can tik a half
hour nap and waken himself on the
minute.
Knox an Early Riser.
In Washington the early-rising habit Is
a feature of his dally life. He is up at C
o'clock and breakfasts with his family
at 8. Tho intervening two hours are spent
behind his famous roadsters, "Wert" and
"B. C," a team that cost $9500, and which,
driven by the Attorney-General two years
ago, lowered tho world's pole record for
a gentleman's team to 2:12& and 2:10V.
These horses were trained by General
Knox himself, and ono of the familiar
sights vouchsafed to early risers In the
suburbs of Washington .Is that of the
Attorney-General in cap and duster spin
ning along the country roads, or climbing
the heights of the Potomac in a light wag
on behind his favorite team.
Outdoor life Is the Attorney-General's
'hobby, although he declares that in no
respect is he a faddist. He loves to hunt
and fish and play golf. Ho' is a charter
members of the Castalia Club, one of the
most wealthy and exclusive hunting and
fishing clubs In the United States. It con
trols an immense game preserve near San
dusky, O., where Mr. Knox and his fam
ily have spent a fortnight or two every
year for the past half-dozen years.
The feat of the Attorney-General in low
ering the pole record for gentlemen drivers
of tho world was a surprise to everybody
except Mr. Knox himself. He made a
study of the norses for weeks before tho
trial on the Brunot Island's private track,
below Pittsburg. He marked all thelr pe
culiarities of temper and motion. In these
practice .spins, "Wert" was the pole horse.
One day In June, 1900, apparently without
reason and against the vigorous protest
of drivers and trainers, Mr. Knox put
"Wert" on the other side of the pole. He.
knew Just' what he was doing, however,
and the record-breaking whirl began. Hf
gave the team a loose rein, never the touch
of the whip, but now and then encourag
ing them with a word. The result of it
was a smashed world's Tecord.
The Attorney-General Is a man of gen
erous Impulse who never permits any rec
ord of his benefactions to become public
A characteristic instance Is related by a
prominent and wealthy woman who called
on him In behalf of a charity organization
Immediately following the great blizzard
of 189S in Western Pennsylvania. She so
licited a contribution for coal and foodf
and the response was a check for a very
considerable sum. so large in fact that
It led the startled woman to inquire:
"How do you wish this money applied,
Mr. Knox?"
"As your organization thinks best.
There are worthy and unworthy poor, I
"BROTHER BOB" DOVLING, RADICAL
PREACHER, WHO SERVED THE
POOR OF PORTSMOUTH.
and often "singled -out. slraiigers In the
congregation, to lllu&trate-ihls-text. -
On ono occasion when' the writer was
attending a service at St. Agatha's, a
lady, very stylishly dressed and wearing
handsome Jewelry, bad taken a front seat.
Father Dolling had evidently remarked
her presence with little approval, for In
the middle of his sermon he pointed her
out, declaring that, as ahe had usurped
the place of some humble member of his
congregation, probably out of a motive of
curiosity, he would expect her to pay as
GEORGE ADE'S FABLE
OF THE SYNDICATE
AND THE PRESIDENT
0
NCE there was a yearning Bache
lor who wanted tho Girl so bad
that he would come around at
Night and look up at the Windows of her
Boodwar and gnaw the Palings of the
Front Fentc.
The Fires of Love had got beyond Con
trol, and it was time to call out the en
tire Department. He was for Petty and
had no Shame in the Matter. He would
send an A. D. T. Boy at 6, saying that
he would be up at S, and then he would
phdne her at 7 to find out If she had re
ceived the Note.
His Affection was none of your stingy,
half-way Quivers It was- the real Es
sence of Googoo, double strength. It was
an Omnibus Love, that reached out Its
red-hot Tentacles and twined around all
Objects, animate and inanimate, that were
associated with little Honey-Bun.
He would have deemed It a Holy Privi
lege to go around and mow the Grass in
her Front Yard.
It was the kind of transfiguring, old
fashioned, romantlc-novel Love that made
him think well of her Kin-Folks. Ho
knew that any one who was related to
the Queen of the Human Race was cer-
fnlnlv -RloY, R ,. tA . A a !
TPifh th rvw t 1 a i..i: !
named Waltor and a tall-browed Sister
who was Intellectual.
Conrequently his Work wa3 mapped out
for him.
Mopsey's Father was what we might
call Liberal In his Views. That is, he was
not utterly set against the High, Ball as" a
csUDstitute for 5 o'clock Tea. Furthermore.
?e had. stubbc,d J116 Te en enough to
k?ow fromrad Experience the true Value
of two small pairs when five are sitting in,
Had it not been that he took on his
daily Package in a Club instead of a
Saloon, and carried a gold-headed Cane,
a good iriany people would have said that
vrrh.it .?, 6,mplyTad e Ignoramus, the Real Thing would be alt
waf nl?ih?4ASho Ver 3 h! 1 tln ack ItInS ln vaIn for an Opening,
n lS, Vtrset and Carf,Icd, aJUt TW t on for quite a Spell. He had
imiS. ng V,? """nsls-DIg-Uccn jolted at p trimmed at Golf.
sSSii V? f.?e,nHema7 ,f tt 2 ' DUt aamst lonS Sermons right In Fly!
!i- eSf ol,Jte(? Ptaylns P?ker Tltn( and conned lnto readlnff 47 Books
Good Friend, so he was no Gambler.
Baby's Mother was exactly the Sort that
Is usually married to an elderly Sport.
Having found it impossible to wean him
away from the Red Eye and the Saturday
Night Game that laps over Into Mondav
Mornlng, she tried to catch even by re
forming all the rest of the Universe. She
was a member of 23 Organizations that
were out to whip-saw the Cigarette, down
. rY? Er'SESF T
10 me oiue v,nip ana tne lutty. As soon
" fh,. hf "LfiiS:.8 ,"?. sAe
sent It to the Missionaries In Kakaroo.
By attending Services at least twice every
Sunday she hoped to establish a good Gen
eral Average for the whole Family.
As for the other members of the Family
they knew that she had enough Piety to
supply four ordinary Mortals, so thy did
not have to go out and accumulate any.
The whole Bunch. Father included, ex
pected to get past tho Turnstile on
Mother's Ticket.
The Sister with the busy Dome was In
two or three Philadelphia Llbnry Clubs.
She read one Book a Day, even In the
hottest Weather. If she had stopped to
take Breath, the Publishers would have
secured a lead and she never could have
caueht un. On Monday it would b
know, but they are all cold and hungry."
was the answer.
One of tho most striking characteristics
of the Attorney-General, is his remarkably
retentive memory. He never forget a namo
or lace. A gentleman who had business
withthe department relates this incident:
The Attorney-General had written to him
monthsbefore on a matter in which the
visitor was greatly interested. The letter
was one of a thousand similar ones, per
haps, dictated by General Knox. In the
course of conversation tho visitor quoted
a sentence from his letter.
"I never wrote such a sentence," said
General Knox.
"But you certainly did, I remember it
very distinctly."
"If I wrote those words then I confess
I am losing my memory." Insisted the Attorney-General.
The letter copying-book
was sent for. and General Knox pointed
out the sentence, but not as the visitor
had quoted it.
Philander C; Knox has always been a
Republican. Tho only office he ever held,
prior to his call to Washington, was that
of Assistant United States District At
torney for the Western District of Penn
sylvania for one year. In 1S73 and 1S75. He
has never made a political speech. He
has neither state, city or precinct at his
back or under his control. In giving rea
sons for his appointment, President Mc
Klnley said:
"His Intimate knowledge of corporate
law and his standing in his profession
alone have led to me decide upon Mr. Knox
as Attorney-General Grlgg's successor."
Although he Is verging on 50 years of age
he looks Ave years younger. , He is of
medium height, full faced and smooth
shaven. Phrenologists would say that
his eyes Indicate unusual command of
language: they are full syce, dark and ex
pressive. The mouth, and Jaw Indicate firm
ness, the forehead Is high and hair brown,
changing into gray. Whether In court or
In private conversation General Knox
speaks with great deliberation, carefully
choosing his words, th'ough, when roused,
he expresses himself with all the vigor
necessary to emphasize an opinion.
He is not a society man; rather the Att
torncy-General Is a "clubable man." He
has been president of the Pennsylvania
Bar Association, and the Duquesne Club
of Pittsburg. He Is a member of tho Union
League and Lawyers' Club of New York,
besides other clubs In Philadelphia and
Pittsburg.
His Washington htme is on K street,
two short squares from the Department
of Justice. It Is the former, Geprge W.
Childs resldenco, and was purchased re
cently by General Knox for the sum of
$170,000. The Pittsburg home of the Knoxes
Is on Ellsworth avenue, a large, magnifi
cently furnished stone house, standing on
a slight eminence surrounded by sloping
lawns and old shade trees. The striking
feature of this home Is the library, whose
walla are entirely concealed by paintings
of Indian and frontier life executed on the
pelts of wild animals by A. F. Harmer,
of California, a painter whom Mr. Knox
specially engaged for this work.
The family of General Knox consists
of his wife, who was formerly Miss Smith,
daughter of one of the pioneer Iron manu
facturers of Pittsburg, three sons and a
daughter, the latter Just reaching woman
hood. The Knoxes are Protestant Epis
copalians. Mr. Knox being a vestryman
in the Church of the Ascension. Pitts
burg. Discussing religious creeds one day
with some of his fricnls, the Attorney
General in reply to a question as to his
belief, said:
"My creed is to live for those I love
and to do all the good I can."
ALFRED ALLETN.
(Copyrighted, 1002.)
well for tho entertainment as if sho had
gone to a .theater. Some people might
have been offended, but the lady in ques
tion, who happened to be a peeress, sent
Father Dolling a check for 5250.
As. in religion, so In politics, Father Dol
ling was a "hustler." In the Conservative
stronghold of Portsmouth his influence
became so great that as long as he re-
jma!ne6rin the borough he" sent-up two
Had leal members to Parliament. More
than once he received "calls" to America,
.and on one of the several occasions when
he was in trouble with his bishop, it was
hoped he "would take charge of the Church
of St. Mary the Virgin, San Francisco,
founded by the late Mr. Plxley, of the
Argonaut, who w.as a great admirer of
Father Dolling. But England managed
to keep her "Brother Bob," and England's
down-trodden rejoiced.
IN SLANG
LOVER, THE PICKLED PAPA
OF THE LADIES' AUXILIARY
Charles Major, on Tuesday It would be
Marlon Crawford, on Wednesday it would
be John Kendrlck Bangs, on Thursday It
woujd be Marie Corelll, on Friday it would
be Emerson Hough, and on Saturday It
wo.uld be Conan Doyle. Then on Sunday
sho would hold her Head and try to
mentally digest the Chop Suey.
Loved One bad a Brother with big,
gristly Hands and stocky Shoulders. His
conception of a Glad Summer's Day was
to get out and play 72 Holes, followed
by several Sets of Tennis, after which It
was time to bat up a few Flics, and then,
in the Gloaming, start In for four or five
hours with the nimble Ping Pong.
The True Lover thought it a smooth
Policy to cultivate the Quartet that lived
with his Own and Only One. As for
Father and Mother and the female Book
Worm and athletic Walter, they wero
friendly to the prosperous Bachelor, and
each one determined to put in a few quiet
Plugs for Sis.
So Father took the Candidate down to
his Club and gave him Old Stuff that was
120 Proof, and then tried him out In a
nice little cut-throat Game, By the time
he got away from the Pirates he was due
to show up and attend Morning Service
"lui "" P3
with the prospective Mother-In-Law. He
'et tnftt he was keen for
good Ser
mon and he made an awful Bluff at sing
ing the Hymns that he had. not heard for
20 years. On Sunday afternoon he was
due to meet Brother Walt at the Country
Club and play him for a Ball a Hole.
After a couple of Sundays, Walt had
enough Haskels to last him a Life-Time.
When he had hurried to his Room and
rubbed himself with Witch Hazel, he
would tear for the House, where the
living Book Review would be waiting to
ask him if he didn't think "Dorothy Ver
non" was better than "Mary MacLane."
While he would be doing Foot-Work and
side-stepping the Questions that were cal-
that did not appeal to him. He seemed
to be making grand Headway with all
members of the Outfit except the One
that he wanted to snare out Into a Dim
Corner and hold in a Strong Embrace
forever and ever.
After awhile ho began to weaken on tho
Scheme of playing up to a whole Cast of
Characters. He wondered If It would not
be Just as easy to love a lone Orphan.
J she was Wise. She saw
herself losing a
Poo Thin, "ww a shame to back-cap
,,. . thv.. nB h.w fi,-,. . it
in 'or her. but she had to do It. One"
rlght sho fought oft the others and lured
1 him into a Boat, and there in the Moon
light she told how she had lived in the
same House with them for 19 Years, and
how they were all right, but they wouldn't
do.
"It's a mere Suggestion," 6he added,
"but why don't you stop trying to make
these Around - the - Table - Combination
Shots and pay a little more attention to
Birdie. You don't have to win out the
entire Family in order to book me. You
must be an Amateur."
Thereupon they Clinched and the Fam
ily dropped out of the Deal.
Moral: Pon't try to Marry an entire
Family or it may work out that Way..
(Copyrlchted, 10O2.)
SeTlTVP BOOK
The Same of Old Glory.
Ola Glory, ca-y. who
By the ships and the crew.
And the loxur. blended ranks of the gray and
the blue
Who gave you. Old Glory, the name 'that you
bear '
With euch pride everywhere.
As you cast ycurselt free through the rapturous
air " '
And leap out full-length, aa we're wanting
jou to?
Who save jou that name, with the ring of
the ame.
And the honor and fame so beco4 ng- to you?
Tour stripes stroked In ripples of white and of
red.
With your stars at their glittering' best over
head By day or by night.
Their dellghtfulesfllEht '
Laughing down from their little square hcaen
of blue!
Who gao you the. name of Old Glory? Szy,
who
Who gae you the name of Old Glory?
The old banner lifted, and falterlnc then.
In vague lisps and whispers fell silent again.
Old Glory, speak out! -we are asking about
How you happened to "faor" a name, so to
say.
That sounds so familiar and careless and gay.
And we cheer It and shout In our wild, breezy
way
We the crowd, erery man of us, calling you
that
We Tom, Dlclc and Harry each swinging his
hat
And hurrahing "Old Glory!" like you were our
kin.
When Lord we all know we're as common as
sin!
And yet It Just seems like you humor us all
And waft us your thanks as we hall you and
fj.Il
Into line, with you over us, waving us or
Where our glorified, sanctified belters have
gone
And this Is the reason we're wanting to know
I And we're wanting It so where, our own fa
ther went we are willing to ko).
Who gave jou the name of Old Glory oh. ho!
Who gave you the name of Old Glory?
The old flat unfurled with a billowy thrill
For an Instant, then wistfully sighed and -Ras
still.
Old Glory, the story we're wanting to hear
Is what the plain facts of your christening
were
For your name Just to hear It.
Repeat It and cheer It, is a tang to the spirit
As salt as a tar
And seeing you fly, and the bojs marching by.
There's & shout In the throat and blur in the
eye.
And an aching to live for ou always or die.
If. dlng. we still keep you waving on high.
And so, by our love
For you. floating above.
And all the stars of all wars and the sorrows
thereof. '
Who gave you the name of Old Glory, and why
Are we thrilled at the name of Old Glory?
Then the old banner leaped, like a sail In the
blast.
And fluttered an audible answer at last
And It spake, with a shake of the voice, and
It said
By the driven snow-white and the living blood
red Of my bars, and the heaven of stars overhead
By the sympbol conjoined of them all, skyward
cast,
As I float from the steeple or flap at the mast.
Or droop o'er the sod where the long grasses
nod.
My name Is as old as the glory of God,
So I came by the name of Old Glory.
-James Whltcomb Riley.
The Light Is Ever' Silent.
The light la ever silent;
It calls up vplces over sea and earth.
And fills the glowing air with harmonies.
The lark's gay chant, the note' of forest dove.
The lamb's quick bleat and the bee's earnest
hum.
The seablrd's winged wall upon the wave.
It wakes the voice of childhood, soft and clear;
The city's noisy rush, the v lllage stir.
And the world's mighty murmur that had
sunk.
For a short hour, to sleep upon the down
That darkness spreads for wearied limbs and
eyes.
But still It sounds not, speaks not, whispers
not!
Not one faint throb of Its vast pulse Is heard
By creature-ear. How silent Is the light;
Even when of old It wakened Memnon's lyre.
If breathe no music of Its own; and still.
When at sweet sunrise, on Its golden wings.
It brings the melodies of dawn to man
It scatters them In silence o'er tho earth.
The light Is ever silent;
It sparkles on morn's million gems of dew.
It flings Itself Into the shower of noon.
It weaves Its gold Into the cloud of sunset
Yet not a sound Is heard; It dashes full
On yon broad rock, yet not an echo answers;
It lights In myriad drops upon the flower,
Yet not a blossom stirs. It does not move
The slightest film of floating gossamer.
Which the faintest touch of Insect's w Ing would
' shiver.
Tho light Is ever silent:
Most silent of all heavenly silences;
Not even the darkness stiller, nor so still;
Too swift for sound or speech, it rushes on
Right through the yielding skies, a massive
flood
Of multitudinous beams; an endless sea.
That flows but ebbs not. breaking on the shore
Of this dark earth, with never-ceasing wave.
Yet In Its sw if test flow, or fullest Spring-tide
Giving less sound than does one falling blos
som. Which the May breeze lavs lightly on tho
sward.
Such let my HCjb be here;
Not marked by noise but by success alone;
Not known by bustle, but by useful deeds.
Quiet and gentle, clear and fair as light;
Yet full of its oft-penetrating power;
Its silent hut resistless Influence;
Wasting no needless sound, yet ever working.
Hour after hour, upon a needy world.
Horattus Bonar.
Onr Master.
Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole, r ,,
A never-ebbing sea!
No fable old. nor mythic lore.
Nor dream of bards and seers, t
No dead fact stranded on the shore
Of the oblivious vears.
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help Is he;
And faith has still Its Olivet.
And love Its Galilee.
The heallrg of his seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch him In life's throng and press.
And we are whole again.
Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord,
What may thy service be?
Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word.
But simply following thee.
1 t
Thy litanies, sweet ofllces
Of love and gratitude; - J
Thy sacramental liturgies,
The Joy of doing good.
John G. -WhltUer.
With a Rose.
Lady, lest they should betray.
On thy lips this rose I lay.
Now Its petals to surprise
With a hue that theirs outvies.
Not to shame them to confess
Fragrance of the rose Is less ,v
Only with a roso to seal ,
Rosebud Hps, lest they reveal
Faint, unfolding. -In tholr sleep
What a rose heart should keep.
Edn since, no wizard knows
Spell that blndeth like & rose
Flower of love, the last to leave
Bud that blossomed flrst for Eve.
With my rose for lock and key.
None shall pick thy lips, pardlo!
But to me. If they unclose " '
All Is safe beneath the rose.
Charles Henry Webb.
Lines Recited, at Berkshire Festival.
Come back to your mother, ye children, for
shame.
Who have wandered like truants, for riches or
fame!
With a smile on her face, and a sprig In her
cap.
She calls you to feast from her bountiful lap.
Come out from your allevs, your courts and
jour lanes.
And breathe, like joung eagles, the air of our
plains;
Take a whiff from our fleW, and your excel
lent wives
Will declare It's all nonsense Insuring your
lives.
kCome, ypa of the law, who can talk. If you
ptease
Till the can Id tho moon will allow It's a
cheese.
And leave the "old lady that never tells lies"
To sleep with her handkerchief over her ejes.
Ye healers of men. for a moment decline
Your feats In the rhubarb and Ipecac line;
While you shut up your turnpike, jour neigh
bors can go
The old roundabout road to the regions below.
You clerk, on whose ears are a couple of pens.
And whose head Is an ant-hill of units and
tens,
Though Plato denies you. we welcome jou still
As a featherless blpd. In spite of jour quill.
Poor drudge of the city! how happy he feels.
With the burrs on his legs and the gross at his
heels!
No dodger behind, his bandannas to share,
No constable grumbling, "You mustn't walk
there!"
In j-onder green meadow, to memory dear,
He slaps a mosquito and brushes a tear;
The dew drops hang round him on blossoms and
shoots.
He breathes but one sigh for his jouth and his
boots.
There stands the old schoolhouse, hard by tha
old church;
That tree at Its side had the flavor of birch;
Oh. sweet were the daj'a of his Juvenile trick.
Though the prairie of jouth had so many "big
licks."
By the side of yon river he weps and ho
slumps.
The boots All with water, as It they were
pumps,
Till, sated with rapture, ho steal3 to his bed.
With a glow In hl3 heart and a cold In his
head.
'TIs past he Is dreaming I see him again;
The ledger returns as by legerdemain;
His neckcloth is damp with an easterly flaw.
And ho holds In his fingers an omnibus straw.
He dreams the chill gust is a blossomy gale.
That tho straw Is a rose from his dear native
vale;
And murmurs, unconscious of space and of
time.
"Al. Extra super. Ah, isn't It prime!"
Oh, what are the prizes wo perish to win.
To the first little "shiner" we caught with a
pin!
No soil upon earth Is so dear to our ejes
As the soli wo flrst stirred In terrestrial pies!
Then come from all parties, and parts, to our
feast;
Though not at the "Astor," we,'Jl give jou at
least
A bite at an apple, a seat on the grass.
And the best of old water-at nothing a glass.
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
The American Flan;.
When Freedom from her mountain height.
Unfurled her standard to the air.
She- tore the azure robe of night.
And set the stars of glory there!
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped Its pure celestial white
With streaking- of the morning light,
Then, from his mansion In the sun.
She called her eagle bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand
The sjmbol of her chosen land!
Majestic monarch of the cloud!
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form.
To hear the tempest-trumping loud.
And see the llghtnlng-lances driven.
When strive the warriors of the storm.
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven
Child of the sunlHo thee 'tis given
To guard the banner of the free,
To hover In the sulphur smoke.
To ward away tho battle-stroke.
And bid Its blending shine afar.
Like rainbows on the cloud of war.
The harbingers of victory!
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly,
The sign of hoDe and trlumnh hii-h?
When speaks the signal trumpet-tone.
Ana tne long line comes gleaming on.
Ere jet the life-blood, warm and wet.
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet, fc
Each soldler-eje shall brightly turn.
To where the skj'-born glories burn.
And as his springing steps advance.
Catch war and. vengeance from the glanc.
And when the cannon-mouthlngs loud
Heave In wild wreaths the battle-shroud.
And gory sabers rise and fall
Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall.
Then shall thy meteor glances glow.
And cowering foes shall shrink beneath
Each gallant arm that strikes below
That lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;
When death, careering on the gale.
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail.
And frighted waves rush wildly back
Before tho broadside's reeling rack.
Each dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look at onco to heaven and thee.
And smile to see thy splendors fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Flag of tho free heart's hope and homel
By angel hands to valor given.
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome.
And all thy hues were born In heaven!
Forever float that standard sheet:
Where breathes the foe but falls before us.
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet.
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
Joseph Rodman Drake.
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"Wood Voices.
My woods with many voices speak to me
My Southern woods, that are my home and kin,
Thlr wide arms welcome me, to lose therein
All worldly care, and wander forth as free
As In dear chlldhocd dajs I used to be.
In Springtime, when the earliest buds begin
To waken, and the wild March breezes win
The Jasmine's sweet response, then every tree
Gives greeting as I pass beneath the bough:
"Love and have hope," they say, "for God Is
good."
And when the world Is clad In pride of May.
"Heart, sing for Joy. as we are singing now
"Listen!" so speak the voices of the wood.
"Love and be glad; for God is love," they say.
,
Still to my soul the woods their sermons preach
When breathless Summer burns the grasaes dry
And lapped in quivering heat the broad fields
He.
The leaves are languid, yet In murmurous
speech
They tell each other what the tall pines teach:
"Love and be patient; bide his time," they
sigh
The solemn pines that soar up toward the sky
So far It almost seems within their reach,
And while the golden Autumn loiters by,
No melancholy mars its fading glow
Even while the brief, sharp Winter-tide Is here.
Still are my great pines green against the skj-.
And they and leafless boughs alike breathe low.
The Thrash.
The thrush sings high on the topmost bough
Low, louder, low again; and now
He has changed his tree j-ou know not how.
For you saw no flitting wing.
All the notes of the forest throng.
Flute, reed and string, are In his song;
Never a fear knows he, nor wrong.
Nor a doubt of anything.
Small room for care In that soft breast;
AH weather that comes to him Is the best.
While he sec3 his mato close on her nest.
And the woods are full of Spring.
He has lost hl? last year's love, I know
He, too but 'tis little he keeps of woe;
For a bird forgets In a J ear, and so
No wondes the thrush can sing.
E. -r. sin.