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A bleeding nation, rent by wanton strife,
Rolled on that tender heart its weight of woe,
Till, at the summons of a traitor's blow, The noble Lincoln yielded back his life.
The sun that rose in shadow set in blood;
But at its setting rose another sun
Hope for the world, of freedom bravely won, Foregleaming in the stars Old Glory stood.
Not Lincoln dead, but Lincoln born, we love,
And living in a myriad hearts to-day,
Never to know eclipse, decline, or stay, But still to shine in yonder realms above.
WHEN LINCOLN WAS A BOY.
E began his life under a workman's hat,
Without feathers or braid—and I can do that.
But perhaps I had better be thinking of how
He learned very early to tell what was true,
How many more things it would tire us to tell
HAIL LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY.
IDA Scott TAYLOR.
HE birthday of Lincoln ! we hail it once more,
And come to do homage to him as of yore,
O slavery! Abraham Lincoln, the brave,
Ah, could we forget what our Lincoln has done ?
How modest, forgiving, and gentle he was,
How honors became him! nor did he once boast
“With malice toward none,” let his motto be ours,
OUR ELOQUENT DEAD.
IDA Scott TAYLOR.
TITH pride and affection we gather again
In honor of Lincoln, the noblest of men, And here on his birthday our hearts shall proclaim Devotion and love to his excellent name.
To-day shall the laurel and ivy entwine
We'll never forget him, though seasons decay,
Oh, lift up the flag ! let the Stripes and the Stars
FEBRUARY GAVE US LINCOLN.
ERE comes the jolly February,
Month of storms and month of thaws,
Spite of ice-king's sternest laws,
We greet thee!
Surely we all bid thee welcome,
MASSA LINKUM BY DE HAN'.
[Tune: "Little Old Log Cabin in the Lane."]
ESE eyes are gettin' old an dim, this world's just like de
Where de angels sing de hallelujah song.
It's a feelin' de white folks can't understan';
I can take ole Massa Linkum by de han’.
I toiled beneath de sun in Tennessee.
'Cause we knowed for suah we's gwine to be set free. An' when de proclamation come, we all got down to pray
An' ask de Lord to bless dat holy man.
He will let dis ole man take him by de han’.
Den soun' yoh trumpet, Gabriel, an' call de ole man home!
I's tired of libin' in dis world of pain.
An' never suffer pain an' woe again.
All over Glory's bright an' happy land.
An' I'll take ole Massa Linkum by de han’.
When Lincoln was about to tell an anecdote during a meal, he would lay down his knife and fork, place his elbows upon the table, rest his face between his hands and begin with “That reminds me."-S. C. Busey.
WERNER'S READİNGS NÒ. 46
GETTYSBURG SPEECH A LESSON IN ORATORY.
S.S. CURRY, PH.D.
OST men to-day think of Lincoln as the iron will and the
statesman, and forget the time when he was regarded as little more than a popular orator. Yet that was the light in which he was held by most men when he was nominated for the presidency. That Lincoln was a great orator is shown by his address at Gettysburg. The orator who was chosen to make the great address on that occasion was Edward Everett, but his formaland may we not say stilted oration ?-his rhetoric and finely turned phrases are forgotten; while the few simple words spoken by Lincoln will live as long as we are a people.
In his first sentence he presented the ideal of our nation from its foundation. In his second sentence he expressed the ideal of those who fought to save the Union. In the third sentence he referred in the fewest possible words to the sacred ground on which they stood. In the fourth sentence he showed the purpose for which they had come together. In the next four short sentences he showed that the ground had already been consecrated by those who had died, and that the audience gathered there on that day could only recognize the deeds of the nation's heroes, In his last two sentences he turns all their thoughts and their feelings to themselves, to their own personal duties. He touched the deepest chords of patriotism and inspired the whole nation for all time to a truer realization of the dignity of its mission.
Here we have an example of the very highest oratory. It was short, as great oratory ever is. He said what everybody felt, and put his ideas in such simple and definite language that he strengthened and ennobled the emotion he expressed. The greatest oratory draws out a vague feeling or conviction in a multitude of men and expresses it in such a way that it becomes a strong motive for conduct. The tendency of oratory in our time is to exhaust à subject and entirely to waste feeling by multitudes of words and exuberance of expression ; but true oratory never exhausts a