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Show 6 THE > ane REVIEW ey) mo ' patriotic .f 7 4 oft Ce aK bj, oT ” Pe ~~ BY= Yi V ScR0v ARMSTRONG ‘a ce Think well, I beg of you, of the Fourth of July. Rate it second among the feast days of the earth; for it was only in giving Christ to the nations that other is rated first. Scorn the man who scoffs at the Fourth of July. If you have children, teach Train them your that man pulses to is no patriot. thrill on this heat at crackled where only Read warm the the great declaration, corners of your a flag at your erackers by, day, and night with rockets. atune musie the of ‘‘The that in exuberant stood terrs the ashes Star leaped heat and at Charles- of our American homes; till despair, wetted by of sorrow, shall tell of a : national disaster. Think well. I pray you, of the Fourth of July. —_— ee -- HAD TAKEN AN! OUTING. and heart with its majestic fire. Set And hymn Trenton, the dawning of days. Reflect on the siening. Imagine the ringing of Liberty bell. the ton, that mounted again at New Orleans, that would not be quenched at Gettysburg nor Riechmond—this tire shall dwindle and die, till only the blackened ruins of hope shall tell «6s 5 a them Columbia!” Whole land to the oe nen fi ilail, teach spangled Banner.” Or, if we fail in this, our nation shall die. The fires that burned dim and fitfully at Valley Forge, that sprung to ———. r fervor window. pay ie Light pierce the sky of Let eye and ear pe and nostril herald to the brain a nation’s ————_ natal day has come. Be patient with those who weary of the Fourth of July. Be patient but Strong. On the altar of their hearts kindle a little of the fire, American me patriot, that burns on your own. Feed it with reason. Fan it with hope. En- large it with sum of way our to the the oil of glory. greatness zenith. is not And For the. yet half while Colum- bia’s sons still love the stars and stripes, while they revere Bunker Hill i Bil cline to evening. This is the best country. The larger race of a riper time finds here its richest home. Blessed is the child that is born here. Wise is the man that uses the good that awaits him here. Grand is the woman that fills out the destiny permitted American matrons. Kor across the chill waste of Atlantic’s waves has come an army of peace that has conquered our bravery. On its unsympathetic ears our cheers for the Fourth of July fall flat. Before its indifferent eye our flag is but cloth. To its million of children our history is a closed and unknown volume. Open that book, I beg of you, and read to them the noble deeds of American freemen. From the love in your heart glorify that flag of the free. With Qe LY %, Mie ee x and honor Washington,while they greet with hearty cheers each returning Fourth of July, that sun shall never de- <= ————~—- a en — —— First Cannon-Cracker—Were ~~. — you in town over the Fourth? Second Cannon-Cracker—Can’t you see that I went off?—Harper’s Bazar. — ee The Cusualties of thes Fourth. The freedom of the banded states, By flowing blood achieved of yore, To-day the small boy celebrates By shedding supplement:.ry —John eS 6 Missed 5 Ifalf gore. Ludlow, in Puck e the Fun. Iam afraid that boy of mine Is but a stupid little dunce: He’s played with powder al! day long, And hasn't burned his fingers once. —Huarper’s Bazar He Little Johnnie. stole the old man’s toddy-jug And filled it full of powder; And now his pretty Is all chopped little mug up like chowder. | |
