And their return!-with their oldest boy Universal-It even reached And thrilled the town till the Church was stirred And the son, restored, and welcomed so, He went So with the next boy-and each one Had been brought back; and, in each case, To the family fund, with an equal grace. Thus they managed and planned and wrought, . . . Then, in the dark, was a scuffle-a fall— An old man's gasping cry-and then A woman's fife-like shriek. Splashing by on horseback heard The summons: and in an instant all Both the robbers, and buck-and-gag -So prevail The faithful! So had the Lord upheld Theirs the reward, -their every son In front of the little house, I said, Scarce hear myself for laugh and shout Of little people, swarming out Of the picnic-grounds I spoke about.— At the driver, with her broad lips rolled He took from her hand the lifted cup Of clear spring-water, pure and cold, And passed it to me: And I raised my hat My conscience knew was justly due The old black head, with its mossy mat Of hair, set under its cap and frills Drank to the gnarled and knuckled old Black hands whose palms had ached and bled And white almost as the palms that hold Fails as a crippled prayer might fail. I drank to the old black face and head— THE TRUE POWER OF A NATION By EDWIN HUBBELL CHAPIN, Preacher, Lecturer, Essayist. Born at Union Village, N. Y., 1814; died in New York City, 1880. Selected, by permission of the publishers, from Chapin's "Living Words," published in 1869, by the Universalist Publishing Co., Boston, Mass. What is the 66 the vocal One after Christianity is the true conserving and developing power of a nation. All time demonstrates this truth. source of progress and safety to a people? Let earth, let the graves of buried nations, answer. another they have arisen,—they have built their towers of strength, and fortified their lofty walls,-they have opened their sources of wealth, and hardened their sinews of power; and for what object? For perpetuity and success. Go linger around the desolate spot where stood Chaldea,—go question the fallen columns of Tadmor,-go seek the mystic pyramids of Egypt,—go ask the Acropolis or the Capitol;— go speak to one or all of these, and they will tell you that the hearts which have withered to ashes beneath their ruins, that the minds which were their pride and their glory, that the hands which strengthened their power, were all moved by the great idea of adding to their prosperity and greatness, and perpetuating their station in the earth. Surely, then, here in this pillared past we may ascertain the source of a nation's prosperity and conservation; at least we may ascertain what it is not. Is it wealth? Where is Lydia? Its inhabitants possessed a fertile territory and a profusion of silver." But its vast treasures were no walls of defense; the riches of Gyges and Croesus were not its safeguards. It was swept by the sword of Cyrus, trampled under foot by the victorious hordes of Persia. Has intellectual excellence alone secured perpetuity and progress to empire? Where is Greece? Its very soil is animate with mind, and its every pillar, like ancient Memnon, breathes music to the sun. Its moldering altars are garlanded with poetry, and eloquence and philosophy kindle amid its desolations. The home of Socrates and Plato, Demosthenes and Eschylus, Pericles and Homer, what is it? Did its intellectual greatness, its glorious poetry, its lofty philosophy, its burning eloquence, its glowing canvas, its lifelike marble save it from the dust? Did Spartan heroism gather around it in the hour of peril? Did Attic genius flash up from its altars, like guardian flame? down at last; the wave of desolation rolls over it. It went Can power insure prosperity and safety to a nation? Where is ancient Rome? Where is the crowned and imperial city that sat upon her seven hills, and sent her armies through the earth? Her "eagle flag unrolled, and froze by the icy streams of the north; the bones of her legions covered the burning sands like drifting snow; her triumphant shouts pealed up from the hills of Gaul and the chalky cliffs of Britain, and were answered by her hosts from far Jerusalem and Damascus. Over the face of the known world, you entered no walled city where stood not a Roman sentinel, you passed no crowd in which was not heard the Latin tongue. Where is the proud city of the Capitol? Where Did her power are the mailed hand and the kingly brow? start forth from the tomb of Julius, did her ancient renown appear in the person of Augustus, when the eager hordes of Goth and Hun rushed upon her palaces, quenched the light on her altars, shattered her glorious marbles, and trampled with barbaric exultation on her purple pride? Her very tomb is crumbling beneath the breath of time. I know that these references are trite; yet would I urge you to seize upon the deep burden of their meaning, to feel their cogency. They demonstrate that wealth, knowledge, power, without a controlling influence,-without a right motive for their direction,— -are not the sources of conservation and true progress. REVERENCE FOR THE FLAG By HORACE PORTER, Brigadier-General, Lecturer, Author; United States Ambassador to France, 1897-. Born in Huntington, Penn., 1837. From a speech at a banquet of the New England Society in New York, December 22, 1891. See New York Tribune, Dec. 23, 1891. In preserving among the sons that spirit of patriotism which has been handed down from the sires, I know of no better method of inculcating this sentiment in the minds of the youth of the rising generation than an effort to inspire them with a still more exalted respect and reverence for the flag-that symbol of national supremacy, that emblem of the country's glory. They should be taught that that flag is not simply a banner for holiday display; that it is not merely a piece of bunting which can be purchased for a few shillings in the nearest shop, but that it is the proud emblem of dignity, authority, power; that if insulted, millions will spring to its defense. They should be taught that as that flag is composed of and derives its chief beauty from its different colors, so should its ample folds cover and protect its citizens of different color. |