PATRIOTISM.

The True Glory of a Nation.

The true glory of a nation is in the living temple of a loyal, industrious and upright people. The busy click of machinery, the merry ring of the anvil, the lowing of peaceful herds and the song of the harvest-home are sweeter music than the pæans of departed glory or songs of triumph in war. The vine-clad cottage of the hillside, the cabin of the woodsman and the rural home of the farmer are the true citadels of any country. There is a dignity in honest toil which belongs not to the display of wealth or the luxury of fashion. The man who drives the plow or swings his ax in the forest or with cunning fingers plies the tools of his craft is as truly the servant of his country as the statesman in the Senate cr the soldier in battle.-H. B. WHIPPLE.

My Native Land.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said:

This is my own, my native land”?

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned
As home his footsteps he hath turned,

From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell!
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim-

"THE SOLDIER'S DREAM."-Original Painting in Paris Salon, 1888.

Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch, concentered all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,

And doubly dying, shall go down

To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored and unsung.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Liberty and Union.

When my eyes turn to behold for the last time the sun in Heaven, may they not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds; or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood. Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the Republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced; its arms and trophies streaming in all their original luster; not a stripe erased or polluted; not a single star obscured; bearing for its motto no such miserable interrogatory as "What is all this worth?" nor those other words of delusion and folly, of Liberty first and Union afterward, but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light and blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land and in every wind under the whole Heavens, that other sentiment dear to every American heart: "Liberty AND Union-now and for ever-one and inseparable."— DANIEL WEBSTER.

The Ship of State.

Thou too sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity, with all its fears,

With all the hopes of future years.
Is hanging breathless on thy feet!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
What Workman wrought thy ribs of steel,
Who made each mast and sail and rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers beat,
In what a forge and what a heat
Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Fear not each sudden sound and shock-
'Tis of the wave, and not the rock;
'Tis but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale!
In spite of rock and tempest's roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea!
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee;
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,

Are all with thee-are all with thee!

LONGFELLOW.

An Address to Patriots.

Burn and destroy the idols of party you have worshiped; banish politics from the municipality and county, limiting it to questions affecting principles in the State