self. In other countries, whenever and wherever this is spoken of to be praised, it is called the country of Washington. I believe there is no people, civilized or savage, in any place however remote, where the name of Washington has not been heard, and where it is not respected with the fondest admiration. We are told that the Arab of the desert talks of Washington in his tent, and that his name is familiar to the wandering Scythian. He seems, indeed, to be the delight of humankind, as their beau-ideal of human nature. No American, in any part of the world, but has found the regard for himself increased by his connection with Washington, as his fellow-countryman; and who has not felt a pride, and has occasion to exult, in the fortunate connection?

A century and more has now passed away since he came upon the stage, and his fame first broke upon the world; for it broke like the blaze of day from the rising sun-almost as sudden, and seemingly as universal. The eventful period since that era has teemed with great men, who have crossed the scene and passed off. Some of them have arrested great attention-very great. Still Washington retains his preeminent place in the minds of men; still his peerless name is cherished by them in the same freshness of delight as in the morn of its glory. History will keep a record of his fame; but history In regions where

is not necessary to perpetuate it.

history is not read, where letters are unknown, it lives, and will go down from age to age, in all future time, in their traditionary lore. Who would ex

change this fame, the common inheritance of our country, for the fame of any individual which any country of any time can boast? I would not; with my sentiments I could not.

WASHINGTON

The Brightest Name on History's Page

BY ELIZA COOK

Land of the West! though passing brief the record of thine age,

Thou hast a name that darkens all on history's wide

page!

Let all the blasts of Fame ring out,-thine shall be loudest far;

Let others boast their satellites,-thou hast the planet star.

Thou hast a name whose characters of light shall ne'er depart;

'Tis stamped upon the dullest brain, and warms the coldest heart;

A war-cry fit for any land where freedom's to be

won;

Land of the West! it stands alone,-it is thy Washington!

Rome had its Cæsar, great and brave, but stain was on his wreath;

He lived the heartless conqueror, and died the tyrant's death.

France had its eagle, but his wings, though lofty they might soar,

Were spread in false ambition's flight, and dipped in murder's gore.

Those hero-gods, whose mighty sway would fain have chained the waves

Who flashed their blades with tiger zeal to make a world of slaves

Who, though their kindred barred the path, still fiercely waded on,

Oh, where shall be their "glory" by the side of Washington!

He fought, but not with love of strife; he struck but to defend;

And ere he turned a people's foe, he sought to be a

friend;

He strove to keep his country's right by reason's gentle word,

And sighed when fell injustice threw the challenge sword to sword.

He stood the firm, the wise, the patriot, and the

sage;

He showed no deep, avenging hate, no burst of despot rage;

He stood for Liberty and Truth, and daringly led on Till shouts of victory gave forth the name of Wash

ington.

No car of triumph bore him through a city filled with grief;

No groaning captives at the wheels proclaimed him victor-chief;

He broke the gyves of slavery with strong and high

disdain,

But cast no scepter from the links when he had rent the chain.

He saved his land, but did not lay his soldier trappings down

To change them for a regal vest and don a kingly

crown.

Fame was too earnest in her joy, too proud of such

a son,

To let a robe and title mask her noble Washington.

England, my heart is truly thine, my loved, my native earth,

The land that holds a mother's grave and gave that mother birth!

Oh, keenly sad would be the fate that thrust me from thy shore

And faltering my breath that sighed, "Farewell for evermore!"

But did I meet such adverse lot, I would not seek to

dwell

Where olden heroes wrought the deeds for Homer's song to tell.

"Away, thou gallant ship!" I'd cry, “and bear me

safely on,

But bear me from my own fair land to that of Washington."

WASHINGTON, THE PATRIOT

An extract from President McKinley's address on Washington, taken from a report in the Cleveland Leader

Washington and the American Republic are inseparable. You cannot study history without having the name of Washington come to you unbidden. Bancroft said, "But for Washington the Republic would never have been conceived; the Constitution would not have been formed, and the Federal Government would never have been put in operation." Washington felt that the Revolution was a struggle for freedom, and it was by his strong character and wonderful patriotism that the army was held together during the prolonged and perilous war. In all the public affairs of the colonies Washington was the champion of right. His military career has never been equaled. He continued at the head of his army until the close of the war, overcoming jealousies and intrigues, which only the greatest courage and the sublimest wisdom could do. The ideal he had ever cherished was one in which the individual could have the greatest liberty, consistent with the country's best interests, and it was with this ideal constantly in mind that he carried on the war and embodied the principles of liberty within the government. Washington had many temptations, but the greatest of them came after the victory was achieved. At the time when the army was