by threats of war, let us soothe by promises of perpetual peace. While they are inflicting suffering and misery, let us dispense happiness and prosperity.

Peace hath her victories

No less renown'd than war.

Let it be our happy lot to achieve those bloodless triumphs which, while they will exalt and enrich us as a people, will not derogate in the least from the happiness and welfare of any other nation under the light of the shining sun. Let us heed the advice and example of George Washington, that great and wise patriot whose birth is this instant being commemorated throughout the entire land, and avoid all entangling alliances with the other countries of the earth. Let us turn our attention to the development of our own resources and to the upbuilding and upholding of that which is already ours.

We have here, Mr. Chairman, as I said before, 70,000,000 people, intelligent, thrifty, ingenious, and patriotic. We have an empire for our home. Our soil is teeming with natural riches, which await the deft hand of labor, seconded by the power of capital, to take them from their hidingplaces and convert them into articles of ornament and use. We have fields to plant and to sow. We have crops to harvest and to garner. We have mines to open and work. We have mills and factories to operate. We are yet in the very infancy of our resources, in the very morning of our development.

Our great navigable rivers, our railroads whose steel bands form the fretwork of our continent, are lying ready to convey to all classes of our population, in every portion of our domain, these products of the field, the mine, and the factory; and the great ocean vessels, with their dark hulls, are lying at our seaboard ports, ready to transport these things to the various nations of the globe and to receive back from them in trade those things which are necessary for our comfort and our happiness.

Mr. Chairman, if in this emergency we will only adhere to that which is right, if we will only be true to our teachings and our traditions, within twenty-five years to come events will amply vindicate our choice.

We can then look back upon a progress more marvelous even than that which has marked our career in the past, and which has excited the admiration of the whole world. We can then lay our patriotic and peaceful achievements side by side with the achievements of any nation which has in the meantime pursued a policy contrary to our own with emotions of pride and exultation at the result.

We will then thank God with grateful hearts that in the hour of temptation we had the moral courage to say "no," and the resolution to turn away from the enticement of those who would lure us from the plain path of duty and lead us in a new departure along the lines of a mistaken policy whose final destination no power short of the Supreme Ruler of the universe can foretell.

THE BOAT-RACE

By ROBERT GRANT, Lawyer, Judge, Author.

1852.

Born in Boston, Mass.,

Reprinted, by permission of the publishers, from " Jack Hall," copyright, 1887, by Charles Scribner's Sons, New York.

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The course of the boat-race was to be two miles in all; straight away for a mile to a flagged buoy and back again to another flagged buoy abreast of the boat-house. three boats have turned the first buoy and are now only half a mile from home.

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Steady now," murmurs Jack, between his teeth. He knows from Tom's exertions that his rival is spurting and putting all his vitality into his pace. A terrible moment of sustained effort follows, at the end of which Tom lashes the air with a misplaced stroke, the water splashes, and our hero's shell surging forward, comes on a level with its forerunner, battles with it for twenty yards of struggling agony

on the part of the doomed champion, and leaps to the front at last. Jack is ahead, and only a quarter of a mile left! Tom is beaten. And now for the Doctor. Where is he? No need to ask that question, friend Jack, if you lift your eyes. Tom is beaten, not only by you but by the Doctor also; and though your most dreaded enemy is still in your rear, the nose of his boat is almost on a line with your stern, and he is quickening at every stroke.

What a babel of cheers and exclamations bursts forth from the waving, transported crowd along the bank! They begin to know who is who now, and can tell beyond the shadow of a doubt that the crimson and black and the blue and white are having a noble struggle for the lead.

“Jack Hall is ahead! Hall! Hall! No, he isn't! Hit her up Doctor! Hurrah for Doctor! Hurrah for Hall! Hurrah for the Doctor! Tom, where are you? Bonsall! Bonsall! H-A-L-L! H-A-L-L!"

The tumult is maddening. Can it be possible that Jack Hall, who, on the whole, before the race, was rated lowest of the three, is going to break the school record and beat the invincible Doctor in one and the same breath? It looks like it, if he can hold his own for two hundred yards more. It looks like it, decidedly, and there is plenty of clear water still between the winning goal and the foremost shell; and see, the Doctor is spurting with a vengeance-look!—look! -and is he not gaining, too?

The Doctor has crept up, no doubt about that. The nose of his shell is now well beyond Jack's outrigger, and he is speeding like the wind. Jack is feeling terribly tired, his throat that he thought parched at the start burns as if it were on fire, and his eyes seem ready to start out of his head. His crimson handkerchief has fallen over his eyes, but he gives himself a shake and it falls to his neck, leaving his brow refreshingly free. He has vanquished Tom anyway. So much to be thankful for. Tom is a length behind, struggling still, like the man he is, but hopelessly vanquished

all the same.

Jack turns his head, remembering to keep cool if he can, and sights the goal. Not more than one hundred and fifty yards left! The reverberating yells and cheers are setting his blood ablaze. He can scarcely see, but he knows he has not spurted yet. with the Doctor now. There can be nothing to choose between them.

He is neck and neck

The time has come now, our hero knows, to put in any spurt that is left in him. Gripping the handles of his oars like a vise and shutting his eyes, Jack throws all his vital powers into one grand effort, which, to his supreme happiness, is answered by a great roar from the shore.

66 Hall! Hall! Hurrah! Nobly done, Hall! wins! Row, Doctor, row!"

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The Doctor is rowing with all his might, you may be sure of that; but he has not counted on the staying powers of his adversary. He can do no more than he is doing, and this final spurt of Jack's, exhausting as it must have been were the race to be a quarter of a mile longer, will carry the day. The Doctor can hardly catch him now.

Jack has opened his eyes and takes in the situation. din of applause is tremendous.

strokes more, the victory is his.

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If he can hold out for six

Hall! Hall!' "Go it, Doctor! Two strokes.

Three strokes.

Doctor!

Four strokes.

66 Hall wins! Hall wins!

"Jack, your mother's look

ing at you!"

Five strokes.

Hurrah!

Doctor!"

Huzzah! Hurrah! Hall! Hall! Doctor!

Six strokes.

Panting, breathless, and bewildered by the deafening cheers, Jack is made aware only by the sight of the flagged buoy shooting past his oar-blade that he has won the race and is champion of Utopia.

WHAT THE FLAG MEANS

By HENRY CABOT LODGE, Lawyer, Editor, Author; Member of Congress from Massachusetts, 1886-93; Senator, 1893-. Born in Boston, Mass., 1850.

From a speech before the Republican State Convention of Massachusetts, March 27, 1896. See Boston daily papers for March 28, 1896.

No one has a greater admiration than I for the marvelous achievements of the American people in the last century, for the conquest of this mighty continent, for all the material welfare which has sprung up as if by magic from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Our business enterprise, our business intelligence, our business activity, are among the glories of the Republic. I have labored ever since I have been in public life to advance by every means in my power every measure that makes for the business interests of the country. one values their importance more highly than I.

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But, gentlemen, I have seen it constantly stated, and this is the point I wish to make—that we must not deal with anything but business questions.

Now, there is a great deal more than that in the life of every great nation. There are patriotism, love of country, pride of race, courage, manliness, the things which money cannot make and which money cannot buy.

When we look at that flag, what is it that makes our hearts throb ? If you see it in a foreign land, after months of separation, what is it that makes your throat choke and your eyes get damp? Is it because a great many men have made money under it? I believe that that flag is a great deal more than the sign of a successful national shop, never