reciting, boys that formed arch step to right and left still more and there keep lanterns swinging:

Industry and Devotion

Placed the huge ships on the ocean.
O what rich cargoes were there,
But cargoes for others to share!

Speakers separate and march around stage to back center by way of right and left sides of stage, meet, march to stage center, stop, sidestep to right and left and join lanterns high above and between forming arch. They look at each other. The first two speakers continue swinging lanterns in time with music.

Remaining three boys step forward in single file, pass beneath arch and around stage to rear by way of right side, down to front of stage to front, around stage to rear by way of left side of stage, to front again, taking following positions: Boy that recited Stanza IV. stands at center, and the other two boys take positions, one to his right and other to his left. Speakers, forming arch, now drop lanterns to side. Speakers raise lanterns high and together and speak:

Courage, Kindness, and Patriotism,
Scatter the light like a prism,

And make Lincoln's character shine
With a halo of beauty divine.

Boy at center front places lantern against shoulder and leads the way. All others do likewise and follow in single file. They are led around center of stage in serpentine circular form and, unwinding, are led off stage by rear exit.

He was one whom responsibility educated, and he showed himself more and more equal to duty as year after year laid on him ever fresh burdens. God-given and God-led and sustained we must ever believe him.-Wendell Phillips.



[Every child carries a card bearing a year. When reciting child holds card to view of audience.]

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Eighteen hundred and fifty-eight,
In wonderful debate,

He beat the "Little Giant" straight,

So histories relate.


Eighteen hundred and sixty-one,
His country sought his care
And called him forth to fill

The Presidential chair.


Eighteen hundred and sixty-two,
Kind Lincoln freed the slaves,
Thus winning a crown of glory
Forever above his grave.


Eighteen hundred and sixty-five,
While seeking rest from care,
A man bereft of common-sense,
Shot our great President.
Eighteen hundred and sixty-five
Amidst a nation's grief,

Saw martyred Abraham laid at rest—
His joy o'er peace was brief.

Grave Lincoln bade the raging tempest cease,
Wrenched from his strings the harmony of peace,
Muted the strings that made the discord-wrong,
And gave his spirit up in thund'rous song.
Oh, mighty Master of the mighty lyre!

Earth heard and trembled at thy strains of fire:
Earth learned of thee what Heav'n already knew,
And wrote thee down among the treasured few!

-Paul Laurence Dunbar.



[Colonel Ellsworth, having entered a hotel at Alexandria, Virginia, and hauled down a rebel flag, was shot dead on the stairs by the hotel proprietor, who in turn was killed instantly by Ellsworth's men.]


N the untimely loss of your noble son, our affliction here is scarcely less than your own. So much of promised usefulness to one's country, and of bright hopes for one's self and friends, have rarely been so suddenly dashed as in his fall. In size, in years, and in youthful appearance a boy only, his power to command men was surpassingly great. This power, combined with a fine intellect, an indomitable energy, and a taste altogether military, constituted in him, as seemed to me, the best talent in that department I ever knew.

"And yet he was singularly modest and deferential in social intercourse. My acquaintance with him began less than two years ago; yet through the latter half of the intervening period it was as intimate as the disparity of our ages and my engrossing engagements would permit. To me he appeared to have no indulgences or pastimes; and I never heard him utter a profane or an intemperate word. What was conclusive of his good heart, he never forgot his parents. The honors he labored for so laudably, and for which in the sad end he so gallantly gave his life, he meant for them no less than for himself.

“In the hope that it may be no intrusion upon the sacredness of your sorrow, I have ventured to address you this tribute to the memory of my young friend and your brave and early fallen child.

"May God give you that consolation which is beyond all earthly power.

"Sincerely your friend in a common affliction,




"O he went forth to battle, on the side


That he felt clear was Liberty's and Right's,

As in his peasant boyhood he had plied

His warfare with rude nature's thwarting mights.

No hero, this, of Roman mould;

Nor like our stately sires of old;

Perhaps he was not great-
But he preserved the State!

-R. H. Stoddard.

Patriot, who made the pagentries of kings
Like shadows seen, and unsubstantial things.
-R. W. Dale.

The form is vanished and the footsteps still,
But from the silence Lincoln's answers thrill;
"Peace, charity and love!" in all the world's best needs
The master stands transfigured in his deeds.

--Kate M. B. Sherwood.

His country saved, his work achieved,
He boasted not of what he'd done,
But rather in his goodness, grieved
For all sad hearts beneath the sun.

-G. Martin.

He went about his work-such work as few
Ever had laid on head and heart and hand-
As one who knows where there's a task to do
Man's honest will must Heaven's good grace
-Tom Taylor.

His daily life was ruled by God's decrees;
He loved his people, prayed for their content
As no king toward his subjects ever leant;

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